Recent content by Rae'twyn Suvalissaere

The shape looked wrong, for it was in fact two standing close together. At first, one might think it a tender embrace, mouths linked, arms wrapped around one another. A whisper would reach Feyrith's ears, laced with the rhythm and grace of someone whose honeyed tones might jog her memory...

The beggar bowed, hand over heart, rattling cup raised above him like one might carry a torch in a grotesque manner. The bow was different from Allirian courtesy - placing both feet in a line while bowing the spine forward, taking advantage of superior elven balance. Rae'twyn couldn't help...

Rae'twyn rattled the coins in his cup, pouting his lower lip and tilting his head in surprise. "Well, I'll be damned." His older voice almost slipped, warbling with Rae'twyn's playful curiousity, before returning to its previous cadence. "Ah! You are most kind, commander. I shall sing your...

Now, the time had struck. He had built enough courage to toss a coin into this ring and see what he could snoop. Curiousity, more than anything, could be a delightful draw, and what better occasion to practice this bit for the future? Rae'twyn rose in one, fluid motion, merging with the...

Well, spite it all. It seemed his blatant leering had attracted some attention, after all. There was no slipping around that sixth sense of his own kind. A more careful drow would probably have pulled his hood further down. Perhaps even turned away and slipped off into the crowds. One never...

With a hood pulled down deep over his head, leaving only his white locks revealed, Rae'twyn spied at the two below its rim. His cloak spilled against the bar as languidly as himself, elbows and back slouched against the counter. Watching this exchange from afar between a fellow drow and the...

Rae'twyn crept up on the house. Now, he could reach out and touch its half-timbered walls. He ducked below one of its small, square windows, then snuck to the corner, where he had seen the front door. One step. Two steps. Light as a spider, gentle as silk. He bobbed his own head to the tune of...

Rae'twyn breezed out of his room and into The Drunken Drake, flicking a coin to the drow lady of the night, the spinning disk winking silver in the air before landing neatly in her open palm. Perhaps some remnant antipathy from Zar'ahal rested in her, as she scowled at him, all while pocketing...

That elf's hut. Such a pretty little thing, a humble cottage chuffing away gentle smoke, with only a few people entering and leaving. He had been watching it for a while now, lazying in the shade of a weeping willow, covering himself with a cloak to leave nary a white hair revealed. Most folk...

More AI goop. And a Justin Sweet art piece for Icewind Dale 2. And a sketch drawn by a friend.