Recent content by Risen Soleil Verdane

Marris nodded vigorously. "Yes. Let's go, and let's go without a moment's delay!" * * * * * VEL ANIR THE GARRISON COMPLEX Again the Complex had been given over to Heller and his work, the Guardsmen granted leave for the duration. The time was approaching, Rennick thought, to see if this...

In Marris but one emotion was evoked, plainly evident even beneath his wild tussle of hair and beard: concerned love. For all Marris's unpleasantness, his surliness, his abrasiveness to nearly everything and everyone around him, still there remained that one ember in an otherwise cold heart...

"Vigilite Rennick. And this is a matter of—" But Marris was all smiles now. Away went his annoyance, his frigid expression, and he embraced a happier tone and stance. "Little Soleil! Little Soleil!" And he pressed a hand to his mouth and stroked his beard. Behind pursed lips came a throaty...

This Initiate you want to bring back seems to make a habit in making demands... or at least, wants to be convinced to return. Though Rennick would never admit it, such a notion as this went far beyond his ken—even frightened him, to some extent. Vel Anir had long ago killed its gods, and...

And now the two men, mounted and riding through the streets of Vel Anir, discussed the matter at hand. "He exists only as ink to me," said Rennick, somewhat poetically saying that he'd only read about him. But, if what the Dreadlord implied was accurate, they might be meeting him. Soon...

In the cool night air would evidence come that not all Heller's efforts ended in vain. The tug and pull of his magic Heller likely already knew, those intangible strings, linking the mortal world with the immortal beyond, each subtly plucked at his command, like a lyrist playing a favorite tune...

That small smile from Rennick once more—a persistent feature of his character no doubt. "One of the many benefits of our newfound friendship." * * * * * VEL ANIR THE GARRISON COMPLEX Captain Murrick seemed a touch nervous when Rennick introduced himself and Heller, and he seemed a touch...

The Empire. Elbion. Alliria. Kress-forsaken Malakath, even. Sabien and the expatriate Diemuts could be anywhere, and, if they intended treason and sedition from afar, then Rennick wanted to know, and he wanted to know yesterday. Two days, however, would be the best bargain he was likely to get...

"For her to remain dead would be a fitting sentence, if it was only murder." Rennick entwined his hands together, and pointed both his index fingers at Heller. "But you are aware of the incident with the Elven Quarter. Maybe you've also heard of the civil unrest that came with it. Skillful...

...and I bet her return will piss off a great number of people. "It might," Rennick conceded. Beyond the Vigilite's immediate plan, the fate of the Initiate—should Heller succeed—was undetermined. You've got me intrigued. Rennick gave a little nod, mayhap one that was a bit appreciative. And...

Rennick responded with just that small smile of his. "If you would like to know how deep this goes, then have a seat, and I'll inform you." The smile faded, and he elaborated with all seriousness. "You'll be one of the very few people who know, but you will be bound in this secrecy." Rennick...

Vigilite Rennick, as still he sat in his seat, said as Heller made for the door, "It used to be a girl. An Initiate, in truth." Now he turned his head just so to fully look at the Dreadlord. "And isn't it an agreeable thing, Kian, to have friends who can open many doors—more than just that one...

Vigilite Rennick offered a wan smile, and then said, "There's just...one little complication." He clapped his hands and the door to the meeting room opened. Armed and armored men could be seen on the outside on either side of the door, evidently those in the employ of Rennick and who served as...

IN THE HALLS OF VEL AERELOS VEL ANIR MANY DAYS BEFORE At last, after what Heller likely may have found an interminable waiting, the door opened, and in came Vigilite Jon Rennick. The room belonged to neither man, but for the purpose of this meeting, they would use it. "Apologies for the...

VEL YUNA Marris Verdane stood outside his small and dilapidated house on a winter's morning. He had just then come back from gathering raw firewood from the surrounding forest, and now, axe in hand, he had begun the work of splitting the logs into smaller pieces. He placed a new log upright on...