Recent content by Rovan Ravenhill

The sheer absurdity of Frazil's question rendered him flabberghasted. And in his silence, dwarven dissent began to rise again. "Think she can boot us out, does she?" "Bet there's more of her lot hiding here. Arrows coming flying any second, believe you me." "I say skin that wolf and kick...

"Loot?" The blunt assertion caught him off-guard, and he glanced at the assembly around him. The dwarven miners looked less surprised, as if that all sounded perfectly reasonable - while Tafna looked horrified, having now waddled up to the throng. Rovan flashed a grin as he peered around, and a...

"Now, see here. It'll take much too long to mine our way through this. Besides, your tall friends will want to preserve the runes. So--" Rovan braced himself, this time for the sophisticated craft of digging holes - something the Silverpicks turned into an artform, and occasionally into a...

Even in the gloom of a northern dusk, the digsite milled with activity around Frostfling Barrow, pockets of lantern light competing with the ice-blue runes in the blocked portal. These runes only glowed at dark, rising with the sun's descent. Dwarven sappers from Clan Silverpick, pried from...

Nodding courteously at Nuir, Rovan led the charge to the establishment. As a frequent observer of people, he naturally went for seating that would allow them the most generous view of Elbion's plebeian populace. As such, they soon found themselves on one of the balconies, on the third floor...

Rovan snapped his fingers, pointing at Nuir. "Strict. That's it exactly - you stole the words right out of my mouth!" He gave a falsetto chuckle, secretly disappointed he didn't give them a more damning judgement. "I can understand you'd rarely visit the college. Why, we'd be more likely to...

"Is that so? Why, splendid. I should very much like to peruse this establishment." Rovan clapped his hands together and rubbed them like a fisherman who'd finally caught something on his stringy bait. His entirely black clothes and pointed frame - long, trailing scribal robes, hat, gloves and...

"Yes, I was wondering--" Rovan frowned, attempting not to take offence at the implication of his failing health. He didn't think he looked that pale, did he? Perhaps some powder later could sort that. "Well, no, I am not plagued by any contagion, thankfully. But, ah, I do suffer from a bit of...

It had been a long, arduous journey, but now, finally, he was here. Elbion. The famed city of arcana and ordered mystery, its humble cityscape utterly dwarfed by the majesty and ever-looming presence of Elbion College. A pinnacle of sorcery and civilisation. Rovan noted a broken, ceramic pot...

It was another lovely morning in Mallian, the air humid and thick with heat. Bird-song, human chatter and dipping oars gently competed for the city's affection. The aftermath of a passing rainstorm sprinkled a necessary chill to the mix, now drifting by in a black cloud past the white rooftops...