Recent content by Phelaia Hope

Phelaia giggled at Ysra's objection. "Now, it's nothin' personal. Cuudruu get hunted by much worse'n us, Miss Ysra. Makes 'em real skittish. They hear anything out the ordinary, like clanging and banging, people's voices... they bolt." She grinned toothily at the as-yet unearned compliment...

Phelaia nodded in agreement with Jhinn's proposal, though her eyes flashed curious at the mention of something having needed to be done. "I'll hop up 'top of the stack over there, and see if any might be nearby, or if they're already grown too shy of spirited girls in platemail. I'll whistle...

As the cheerful young warrior clanged and clattered into view, Phelaia nodded her head slowly, as though having just solved a riddle, whispering an aside to Jhinn. “Oh. They’d prolly rather not chip their fangs on the platemail.” She flashed a toothy grin as Ysra came within earshot...

The young tiefling flashed a toothy grin. "I 'came by it' all by myself, Mister Jhinn, once my 'prenticeship was up in Thagretis. New life; new name. It seemed natural enough to me, I guess. I mean, what keeps you going in the wastes, right?" She nearly winced at the distant shouting...

"Not your daughter? Then you two...?" She let her voice trail off. She hadn't after all seen the other woman yet. Her voice just sounded one heck of a lot younger than the tiefling in front of her. "Me, yeah, I guess I'm that third type, too, at least now that I'm not holding you up with a...

She clucked her tongue, forcing the Tief-twisted staves of her longbow to relax and lower. She didn't remember aiming and drawing Old Beazle back, only nocking the arrow. Well, that's weird... "Well, I'm not likely to find any cuudruu here with your daughter there chirping so loudly... what...

Following the echoes of the louder, more constant voice for a moment, Phelaia discovered that her ears had led her around some outcroppings in a complete circle: here was that same old pebbly stream track down to the waterfall-pool. She was pleasantly surprised at first glance to see one of her...

Phelaia Hope crouched low, eyes alert as she refilled her waterskins in the shadow of a boulder. Her hood and robe were still damp from the downpour she had sought shelter from last night, and she couldn't quite shake the humid, musty scent from her nose. The sound of a pair of voices gave her...

A Tiefling ranger from the northern wastes of Malakath