Recent content by Pyxidus

The storm’s winds died down to a sharp, cool breeze, and the sun rose brilliantly behind the lingering gray clouds in the eastern sky. Pyx breathed deeply and leaned over the bow as the sailors weighed anchor, readying to leave the shelter of the cove and resume their course eastward towards the...

Pyx sensed his companion’s shift in mood, and considered how he might show her what was necessary for his magic to work. After several long moments, he took a hesitant breath and began a tale of his own. “My father is great friends with one of the Merchant Council of Elbion, and when I was a...

Pyx smiled cheerfully. “Good morning, Seska! Are you packed and ready to ride already? I’m sorry if I kept you waiting long. It's a lovely day, is it not?" Once his mount was ready, Pyx led Herschel over and together they walked out of the stable. Herschel and Seska's mare arched their necks...

Pyx slept with the grace of an intoxicated cat, sprawled across the bed with at least one limb at an awkward angle and another sticking out over the side, utterly immobile and drooling. In addition to his attempt at magic the previous evening, which had left him completely drained, his...

The corner of Pyx’s mouth crept upwards guiltily. He knew that he was unlikely to drop the honorific completely, for the profundity of Seska’s character inspired tremendous respect, and he intuitively considered her the equivalent of nobility. Nevertheless, he nodded acknowledgment, and would...

Pyx smiled softly. “You need not apologize,” he said, at a loss for words. He spread his hands sadly, his practicalities and youthful advice wrung dry. Endeavoring to console Seska seemed as impossible as trying to saturate a dry sponge with air. “My lady, I’m afraid I have no answers for you...

(OOC: Anyone late to join can assume their character stepped in the room prior to this post, if you like!) Pyx paced the room nervously, his thoughts prematurely focused on the rescue—scenarios, problems to be solved, and likely consequences—though he lacked sufficient information to even...

Pyx sympathized with Seska’s plight (in between large bites of food) and recognized that he, who had nothing but future before him, could not possibly imagine what it was like to walk in this woman’s shoes or carry the burden of an eternal past. But the optimist in him was determined to cheer...

(OOC: This thread is full! Participants are Smiling One, Son Min Kyung, Ynsidia, Huang Tien, Isaias Kildare, Lectrix, and Oliver Rose) Pyx slid a silver mark across the table. The old sailor, his face covered in soot and his breath smelling of ale, flipped the coin to check its weight and...

The woman reached across the table to touch his arm, but Pyx was so tired he hardly noticed. A warm tickle of magic suddenly coursed into his body, enlivening his exhausted limbs and reviving him with a jolt of energy. He awoke in a punch-drunk daze, his eyes wide and his head abuzz with...

Pyx reached out to grasp the wooden stave, his fingers closing around the carved spiral-vine that climbed its length. Distracted by its elegance, he nearly knocked over one of the glasses of wine on the table as he drew it towards himself. Grinning sheepishly, he took the stave in both hands and...

Pyx listened quietly, feeling as if the woman’s answer was a fragile gem, rarely spoken, and that a weight of some importance had been entrusted to him to carry. He considered her words, feeling suddenly inconsequential in comparison to this great and ancient being, and wondered how a simple...

The woman’s irritability softened, and Pyx began to think that she had merely been the victim of several substandard employees. He relaxed, no longer feeling that she might wring his neck or feed him to bears if he couldn’t find the place that she was seeking. Pyx considered her question for...

Pyx raised a wary eyebrow at the woman’s words, but quickly resumed his calm demeanor. He sat in the chair opposite her, curious what plans she had for this journey... and potentially for the fate of her guide. “I am no warrior, madam,” he said, spreading his hands to show the uncalloused palms...

Pyx reached into the air and caught the small purse tossed to him by the wagon master—his payment for brokering the sale of the caravan’s goods, in addition to several wagonloads of new cargo to be carried back to Elbion. Pyx assessed the purse’s weight and, satisfied, transferred it to an...