Recent content by Quintus Vexion

"Your grace favors me, my lord," The only grace that mattered was the grace of the gods. For mortal men and even elves were small in comparison to the magic that pressed upon them. The woods gave way to darkness and day had become night before night's time. The men held up their torches and...

"I see you, Cassio. My Father once spoke highly of your own. It is good to know that Cassienda readily answers to Alliria's need." His father had made many friends. More friends than Quintus could or would ever want to count. Even as a boy, he could tell the difference between how he treated...

The Village of Virspoke His gaze was drawn to the deep. The madman spoke true. It called out to him in ways that made his spirit feel tainted. There was something vile about the sight before him and it wasn't just the decrepit prophet of the their enemy from the depths of the world itself...

"...These seals will not hold." Quintus stood next to Master Wizard Echbeld, who traced a knarled finger over the marble walls of the Vexion Estate's exterior. The seals that were woven reacted to the Goblin Wizard's touch. His eyes were large and a forest green. Hsi beard was so long that the...

The village of Virspoke It came to him as a whisper. It spoke to him in a voice without sound at first. A feeling in his heart and being that he couldn't quite shake. The Spirits sand to him their commands and appeared to him like fireflies in a field of black. The bid him to make sacrifice. To...

At her mention of his poetic sentiment, the corners of Lord Vexion's lips turned up a bit and he cast his eyes down as he held her hand in his. With her go-ahead, he guided her toward the tall marble structure and through the heavy doors of his home. The ceiling was high and told a story on...

"Then it would seem as though Master Cato has put himself in wise company. Perhaps they have heard the stories about Llvanna's Bog as I did as a child... You know how the stories of Bogs go. There's a crone there, they say. Powerful enough to lure Ladys from the beds of their husbands and...

Lord Vexion's heart was heavy. The boy's corpse was brought before the Allirian Council chambers a week ago. Yet every night, he saw the image of his dead eyes when he closed his own. Usually, his dreams were of a different sort. The voices of the Helm had burned each of their voices into his...

He'd stood before the Allirian Council, his energy radiating like a second sun in the Allir Keep. When the corpses of the little girls from the slums were shown to him, it compelled him to act. Despite his body being weak from previous use, Quintus had stood before his peers in the armor of his...

Quintus gave her a smile. A genuine one. One that made him avert his warm gaze for but a moment. Yes, there had been great and painstaking care placed into his home. He put forth that care the same way every Lord in his line both great and small had put forth their care. The ones who had not...

Quintillion Vexion was known for being a great swordsman. Varan Vexion was known for his gods-given wisdom. Though they were highly esteemed during their times as the Star-Touched Knight, none were so loved as Galen Vexion, who's touch was that of the loving stars. Quintillion guided his sword...

As the meting adjourned for the time being, Quintus's mind began to wander. For a moment, he wondered for who and what all of this was for. If the council was there to protect the people and not just their interests, would there have been the need for all the games that they were playing? The...

Some time later... The city was special that evening. The sun was beginning to duck behind the clouds and the torches and candles in households and businesses made Alliria seem to pulse. As though a thousand fireflies were engaged in a dance that only they knew, but all others would admire...

None that sat the forum would lead the Dragon Guard and, truth be told, it was a start in the right direction in Quintus's eyes. His mind wandered for a brief moment to all of the times he'd seen petty men and lords grasp at power at every turn. Even now as the murmurs filled the room and the...

Lady Batahlia, I find the scent that you applied to your last letter to be a treat. It reminds me of a certain mountain flower that grows near to the base of the Spine and it is a scent I've never experienced since. I thank you. You are no stranger to the Capital, I know. All the same, I would...