Recent content by Rae'twyn Suvalissaere

Ignore the geezer above and chuck in this playah.

Coming closer, Lilette would catch a whipping voice of disdain: "You have failed the Court, Fane. This is your payment." A wink of steel, quickly snapping through the air at Fane's neck -- and the man crumpled against the tree, holding his own throat, blood splurging between his fingers and...

By now, Fane and the woman were talking, their backs shrouding their hands. The barkeep lumbered up before them, pouring their drinks in mugs and cups. The woman leaned in and whispered in Fane's ear. Fane nodded and looked away, while ale and wine flowed, passing coin to the barkeep. More...

As Lilette tugged at her hood and showed her worry, Rae'twyn's eyes glittered with amusement. Where had Xeraphine found this one? Her open worry struck him as almost endearing. With lazy convenience, he nodded towards the bar where Fane stood. "She is right there, beside Master Rain now. The...

Rae'twyn at first pretended not to hear Marek's scathing comment, saddling his own horse. Still, he couldn't help but indulge in a tiny comment. "Ah, yes. Tragic indeed." Airy musings, very much like a little song of pontification to himself, just loud enough for everyone to hear -- and just...

A peal of cutting laughter first issued from Rae'twyn, his face contorting into a mirthful mirror of a grin. Mockery reflecting mockery. "Oh, I'm afraid none of you could afford my back. Least of all you, my dear Marek." His grin turned as oily as his movements, pouring into a friendly smile...

Fane gave her a nod of greeting back, then ducked his head below his hood and looked away, as if embarressed. If Rae'twyn could believe the manservant, their first meeting had gone rather disastrously. Perhaps the young gambling addict finally felt a spot of shame? An interesting turn, to be...

Throughout Vorath's explanation, Rae'twyn folded his hands behind his back, nodding along; making a few comprehending nods here, some acknowledging, non-verbal sounds there, the right uh's and ah's forming a delicate balance between showing interest and the educated air of balancing his words on...

He knew it. That intuition never failed him. He allowed a self-indulgent smile to grace his features, before the manor snatched his attention. It was at once a consoling and disturbing sight. Consoling, in that it might approximate some of the luxuries he had so sorely missed in his little...

The meeting point was chosen for its anonymity, no doubt. In the dying dusk, Pitchgate stooped below the shadow of its mightier brethren; the towering gates and walls that marked grand entrances to Alliria. In their gloom, a small gate fit for a country town teetered between the Outer City and...

"Quite, I am as dark and as elven as they come." Rae'twyn smirked, though his smile brittled before the uncomfortable wetness of the marsh, dragging him down. By the dark ones, he hoped there would be a fireplace to dry him up. "I take it you have heard of my kind, then? Not all humans have."...

Rae'twyn put his hands on his sides, taking a moment to consider Vorath's offer -- and Vorath himself, of course. Only the ominously shaped staff seemed capable of competing with his height. The sickly white skin, the umbral cloak -- he might well have been a wraith of these marshes, a revenant...

"Vorath. A pleasure. Oh, well, you know--" Rae'twyn said, wringing out water from his other sleeve, then his hair. "This and that, really." The darkvision of his race allowed him to firmly grasp the hand offered for a shake. Never let it be said that he wasn't a drow of exquisite manners, even...

Burst. Gasp. Rae'twyn's hair flung back in a dazzling display of glittering drops, like a nymph emerging from a lake. The illumination quickly receded though; especially when he swam, then crawled ashore, looking akin to a wet cat, luscious hair all sticking to his frame and full of reeds and...

Rae'twyn grit his teeth at the interloper ahead. No doubt one of those bull-masks. Those damnable fanatics never knew when to quit, did they? But if there was one thing he had learned to do, it was to dodge trouble. The sloping rooftop of tiles next to him would serve adequately to elope this...