Ravelyn played coy as she looked at the bottle, keeping chipper as she spoke of things she had a healthy respect and aversion towards.
"Ice magic. Takes a lot of energy to overwhelm or out play it. And, well, ice flows." She shuddered at the thought of being trapped under ice but did not...
Ravelyn didn't laugh at the elven comment, but instead drained a good portion of mead from the bottle straight from the neck of it. She became in good spirits once again, as if the mead revitalised her good cheer.
"What a traditional fear you have. A classic! But it's more a dread than...
“Did someone say mead?”
Ravelyn's voice was accompanied by the clinking of numerous bottles of mead so contained within square based vessels clutched within both hands. These pyramids of liquour were to be handed out liberally, as was Ravelyn's custom as such events. She trusted in people's...
Ravelyn clasped her hands in glee at the sight of the one she so instructed take to the practice she had prescribed. Her smile was wide at the sight of the tinge of blue of the magic so summoned giving her a rush of energy in turn. She paid no mind to the singing of the hairs, such was the...
Ravelyn nodded and wrapped her left hand around her right, from which the palm was raised upwards. An impulse of regular flame, all languid tongues of orange and red that spiralled upwards, as if ignited from a singular pulse of will. The waterfall continued to crash.
“Regular flame, useful for...
Ravelyn sauntered into the tavern without her traditional heavy plate, all flames extinguished except the spirit that she carried bold in her scarred and in the past oft burned frame. She had just exited the nymphean chambers from a recent encounter with a ten strong pack of salamanders that had...
"As obvious as ashes," Ravelyn said.
Ravelyn had a few tasks within the order as Pursuant of flame. One such charge was providing lessons such as these. But she also assisted in cremations for funeral services in the Order. She respected people's wishes to return to the earth by burial, but...
Ravelyn produced some delighted laughter at the sight and quickly provided assurance that there was no jest or mockery in it. “Captain, dear Captain, you succeed on your first attempt! Well done! The technique has been demonstrated in one swing of your sword, marvellous, simply marvellous! Take...
Ravelyn grinned as she saw that the Captain was able to produce flame when compelled by her command without hesitation. The energy was drawn into the blade, harnessed, and released without complaint or lash back. So many students, Ravelyn thought, had to be attended when drawing larger wells of...
Within the vale was a waterfall of impulsive blue that did roar and crash down below upon the rock. A great wind could be felt that caused the spray of water to be all the more impulsive. A knight pursuant pointed a block of serrated bronzed piece of metal that was their sword up towards the...
Ravelyn saw that this brave one was struggling to speak at all due to the heat of the outdoor fire. This wouldn't do, to have a student be fighting to communicate before the very first adjustment of temperature. A different approach would have to be adopted. But perhaps, Ravelyn thought...
Ravelyn gave a broad smile as she saw her charge approach upon the back of Ars' mighty steed, a smile that brimmed with promise of an exciting night ahead. The way of the Wild was strong with this one, Ravelyn thought. She considered that out of all of those she was charged with training and...
Sparks flew as the fundamentals of the craft and application of the domain of Flame were proven to the world. That all was tinder, all could be consumed, all could glow, all could be ignited and give way to that glorious light and heat that Ravelyn knew as her true place of comfort. Places...
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