Recent content by Orsolya Embermoss

She sauntered with silent footsteps like a ghost behind the little one. “Then I hope you are not yet tired.” Her voice is wispy, aetherial. It had been so very long since the bearer of the mirror blade had tested her magic. Her duties in the Anathaeum’s laboratory had kept her company for...

For Bebin: The hound whipped its tails wildly as it hissed, steam visible from its maw where it had been cut by cold steel. It pounced backward and its eyes seemed to narrow. The corners of its mouth curled upward in what looked like a cruel, mocking grin. For the faintest of moments...

For Nasrin: As she entered she would smell garden flowers, she may remember the smell of the particular flower, and would know that she had never seen them in Orsolya’s laboratory before. But she would see them, stepping on one first as they grew from between the stonework. Orange lilies...

“I am glad you enjoy it. They taste as though from another world, yes?” He squinted, the corners of his lips turning upward as he slurped another bite from his own bowl. He took another slurp before looking up to the Kobold. “It is no matter, they are far yet, but if you care to know, they...

“You should at least try the noodles,” the goblin’s black eyes flickered with the flames. “But if you do not wish to,” he jumped from stubby legs to the grass and waddled over, giving him one last moment to change his mind before reaching for the bowl with a laugh. “More for me!” Jerm...

“A kobold then,” the goblin nodded without further inquiry, at least at first. If this creature would be known as a kobold then it was a kobold. “Where are my manners,” he shuffled over to a small table and grabbed a bowl. “It is a mushroom stew with beef. Over noodles made from a village...

Orsolya heard Rin’s words from behind her, and yet they sounded so very far away as she stared into her own reflection. Rin’s own form would be a haze nearly a shadow. “Friend,” she whispered to the woman behind her, her eyes still locked on her own reflection. “When your mirror finds you...

Syr Arkobold would deftly dodge the spore plumes as he made his way to the cookfire, finding the scent growing stronger and stronger as he walked closer. It was not much of a clearing but it was a clearing enough. Syr Arkobold would be greeted by a small home cobbled together, nails sticking...

(OOC: consider this session 0, so it is a short one, where I will be hopefully gathering five players if there is interest. How this will work is throughout the week you are free to RP amongst yourselves and the environment, and there will be a weekly post to move the plot forward and introduce...

“And I parry here,” Orsolya gasped, drawing her blade up to block both of Nasrin’s, first the below and then the above, stuttering-stepping backward in the snow before drawing her blade along her chin into a guard. “I am well?” She squinted, waiting for the squire’s next move. “And I swing...

“I do not go to the ramparts often, sometimes this place feels like a cage of my own making,” she admitted. In truth she rarely left her basement study but to go further into its depths. And, only more recently, to train in the yard with the squires. “A walk would be quite nice. I will get...

"You hunt monsters." She pulled a chair free from the table with the hook of her foot, a tankard of ale in both of her hands. The first she sat onto the table and gently pushed it toward Solon. "I have heard about your werewolf." The story was known. It was legend even. She pushed her own...

"W-wait!" her voice cried hoarsely, louder than any would have heard her call out before, perhaps louder than she had heard her own voice. But the little scaly knight ran headlong into the mirror. He was very brave indeed. She scrambled, digging through her satchel. Rummaging through...

How, the little one asked. Orsolya tilted her head, regarding the glass that left her without a reflection. “I do not know.” She watched the kobold shiver, curious, perhaps a bit frightened. “Or why.” She squinted, not with her eyes but with her mind, drawing from that Fae place on the...

His mouth would be fire now, and so Orsolya shoved the water cup forward. She did not, would not, wish this torture upon anyone. Orsolya patted his back as he coughed up what she thought would be smoke, and downed his cup fully. Dutifully, she handed him his second to ease the pain. He...