Recent content by Nymrethyl Sharion

Girl. Her deer snorted and stirred restlessly underneath her. That stony expression never left Nym's face as she heard her father's commands. She pressed a hand over her heart, and bowed her head in salute. "Not one Anirian will leave our forest alive. I will make sure of it." Words that...

Nymrethyl sat crouched in the underbrush, surrounded by her company, waiting for her father's command. Her painted face was skull-grim and she barely spoke, even to her own men. She had barely recovered from a recent tour in Vel Anir. And nothing to show for it but a handful of starving...

The voice of the Dreadlord woman reached them, reverberating through the thin wooden walls of Dockter's home. The sound grated on Nym's ears, for more than one reason. "A curfew will make evacuation more difficult," she said, voice still cool, eyes searching Dockter's expression for any sign of...

Vel Lameus - Dockter Artem's house. With grim and directionless purpose, Nym sat at a table in a poorly lit room. The only window in was boarded up, light filtering through a narrow gap. What had originally been a quiet mission to make contact with an ally in the city, had turned into a...

Heeding some invisible signal, the dogs of Sharion stopped at the base of the stair, and her father ascended the steps alone. Nym hesitated on the first step, scowling as she was caught between the men standing in wait and her father's billowing cloak. By nobility's right she could ascend to...