Recent content by Rae'twyn Suvalissaere

"No, no, my lady, pure bluster and rhetorics, that's all it is! Nothing gets nobility riled up like talking about the surface, you see. And you cannot talk about the surface without hypothetical conquest--" Xeraphine had distracted him. The crown was about to kiss the queen's scalp. Quickly...

Near the portal stone ---------- "Welcome to Zar'ahal, my lady! City of our dark mistress Maelzafan. Or perhaps, a city belonging to someone else now." Rae'twyn swaggered up next to Xeraphine, joining the delegation of surfacers shuffling for the Queen's Plaza -- hemmed in by darkness, by...

"You know, I actually am. Oh, but not quite to partake in any joust or anything." An unbidden laughter sputtered from him at the very thought of him playing pole-tilting on some absurdly-legged charger. Surface customs were about as insensible to him as they were amusing, at times. "My work is...

"Water! Plain water! Please, don't hurt me!" Indeed, it smelled like nothing, like water. Perhaps a little stale, but nothing more. The barkeep's shrill cries reached them below, causing a few patrons to raise their heads. Rae'twyn rolled his head sideways and glanced at Marek. "It's so...

"First one on the right!" Rae'twyn yelled after the charging nun. And so it was, that door happened to be slightly ajar. Crashing in, she would see said bartender looming over the inert body of Fane, one hand behind his neck, the other carrying a bowl. The bartender spilled most of the clear...

The root of the madness was to be found in the bowels of this temple of debauchery. Not unlike Feyrith's prior experience with the Resilient Lady and Her acolytes, the floor gave homage to unbridled lust and venerated exposed beauty. Only curtains of the faintest opaqueness provided any modesty...

"Pah! Now this place is throwing riddles at us as well? And here I was just starting to take a liking to the charming decor." For all his blustering sarcasm, Rae'twyn privately contemplated this riddle. If folklore had taught him anything, it was that it was generally better to have an...

His eyebrows flashed again. "Ohh, now that is a tantalising thought, isn't it? Just think how many of us could hide in plain sight." A ripple of laughter escaped him, amused at this idea. It wasn't impossible, he supposed, but he thought himself fairly capable of recognising a fellow imposter...

Rae'twyn rose like water inverting its downward motion and seeping back into a carafe; with near unnatural and graceful suppleness. His cautious grin proved just as malleable, shifting between masks, before ending on strange camaraderie. "Believe me, you are not the first to tell me. Well, I'll...

Rae'twyn peered down at the gloved hand, as if watching a small, curious creature approach. He sometimes forgot the surface dwellers' infatuation with clasping hands and shaking them vigorously. He'd even come to learn that some clenched deliberately hard, all while their smile hardened as...

From one moment to the next, he lost the ring. Well, shoot. Disappointment bloomed in him like a midnight flower, cursing the fact that he hadn't been able to hide it. But he supposed it would only have been a matter of time before she had noticed its absence -- and inevitably, suspected him...

Another profane and extremely vulgar drow curse wished to find release. Sadly, it was blocked by fingers curled around his throat, resulting in more of a shocked gurgle. The riddle washed over his ears like water off of a cave fisher's back. Instead, he focused on retrieving a dagger, before...

Rae'twyn stood up with the ring. The corners of his mouth curled downward, now that there were no one to impress with his smile. None but the hollow stares of skulls. He turned the ring around between his fingers. Even squinted an eye and peered through it. His face twisted into an unconvinced...

"Maelzafan's breath," he swore and gasped like an abused courtesan, retrieving his held wrist. Her warm touch slipped and grazed his underarm, before splashing with finality on the floor. For a long moment, he simply lingered; drawn back, arms covering himself protectively, near standing on one...

Whatever control she had seized over it was now contested. Rae'twyn's aim shifted; his eyes flickered; and for a second, he considered which way to shoot. He could rid himself of a competitor; maybe seize her ring for himself, continue on his own? Then again -- could he reach the ring in time...