Recent content by Rinvië

Stepping in, the smithy did not appear quite like those of other places. In many ways, it resembled some kind of temple, much as it had from the outside. Where Vulpesen and she had entered into, they stepped out onto a raised walkway which cut down the center of the structure, with only a couple...

Rinvië smiled, and stood as he did. She had grown somewhat tired of the noises in the tavern. While she enjoyed the company, and the relative joy that was in the air, she was more than ready to depart from there and enjoy some much more peaceful company. And so, after allowing him the time to...

"Most of my kind would tell you that the Aerai forge the finest steel in the land," she leaned forward with a rather mirthful smile, "I can tell you that its maybe the finest in the eastern Falwood." She spoke humbly, and yea, the talents of even she in these modern days was in her own opinion...

She smiled at the sentiment. But in these lands, victory was usually, at best, pyric. Much blood had been spilt. And yet, they persisted, and now they did so in the company of friends. Perhaps not all victories were so blatant in their fruits. "To be fair, though I can wield a blade like all...

"Ours are peoples who have been cut from similar cloth," she said as she wistfully made her way over to a vacant table. A gesture with her hand drew one chair from its place, and then another gesture pulled out another, which she sat on. She set her cup on table, crossed her legs and set her...

"Well then on behalf of my people, welcome to Sharyrdaes," she said, inclining her head, "it is not what it used to be, the war in this land has changed much," then she cast another glance out over the crowd, "but then, change brings both good and bad, doesn't it?" She inclined her head again...

"Rinvië," she replied, and then turned to look upon the assorted card players with him, "locals? I suppose you could call them that now, and friends? Yes... each of these people," she said with a gesturing hand. She looked out over the crowd, rambunctious and at times aggravated by one drunken...

She cast him a sideways glance, tilting the the corners of her lips upward. There will be plenty of time for that, she thought as the carried on over toward the bar. She needed only lift four fingers to Az'Marith, who nodded and set about having drinks taken to her table. As the barmaid passed...

For her, given her age, it was quite something to say that she was spending time in a place called the Black Talon, in Sharyrdaes. But then again, there was a time when the events of the last one hundred and thirty years would have fit that description as well. Sharyrdaes was quite a bit...

The Temple Shorai left very little to be desired. It was vast and encompassing, a blend of spartan lines and ornate intricacies, truly a dedicated homage to the reverence the Aerai people held in their beliefs. Starkly different from the cousin-kin of Fal'Addas, almost dwarf-like with its...

"An artifact?" said the priest, curious, but also not himself one who would be so well versed. He could find the knowledge yes... but that would take time. His dimly lit eyes studied the newcomer, opening his mouth to speak before he was distracted by the arrival of no less than an Avariel, in...