Recent content by Rowley Stone

Alive? Well, that was inconvenient, maybe they could just give this nullifier a really decisive bonk on the head to keep him out of the fight. For the first time, he seriously turned to look back at the two quivers packed on his horse. He quickly counted them, trying to decide if that would be...

"No, at the Academy they use to use nullifying bands to force us to train without magic, but that is about it." Honestly, Rowley wasn't too worried about such an opponent. Abilities like that tended to have a limited range, so he would just pepper the person with arrows until they looked like a...

Rowley nodded at Silas' rebuke and he quickly nodded like the realization just hit him. "Oh right, sorry bout that." He reached back and grabbed the wooden chain mail, the wooden rings warped and melted like a form of liquid before climbing up his body and reforming as perfectly fitted armor...

Rowley was quick to nod and not look a gift horse in the mouth. Better to forget them being late and move right along. He shot Silas a look before quickly turning back to his horse and mounting. As he mounted, he offered a polite head nod to Ygris followed by a "Right away." He quickly...

"Good idea. I always enjoy playing the dashing heroes." He whipped his hair about in an exaggerated manner, before pulling it back into a ball so that it did not slide in front of his face. "Might have to save that challenge for later. Turns out, Dreadlords don't really like it when you flirt...

"By Aionus glowing nutsack, Silas you are so slow!" Rowley jokingly jabbed at his compatriot as their horses were finally making the final bend in the road to Briarthorn Hall. The assignment of this mission had come pretty suddenly, but Rowley was more than happy to accept and get some...

Rowley didn't say anything at first, just slowly reaching over and taking both the bottle and the powder in each of his hands. He stood up with a grin and offered her arm. "I can dance another time and the others will get over my horrific absence, but how many times will the great Mrs...

Rowley just watched Livia with a smirk, watching her face as he reacted to the drugs and then her declaration of her dancing abilities. "Sure sure sure. I believe you." He said in a clearly condescending way to poke at her. The girl probably was a decent dancer, but really? Next to him, her...

"No, it's not that bad. It actually does the job, just a bit of a burn." Ro scrunched up his nose as he attempted to ignore the slowly diminishing burn. As the burn faded, it was replaced with that forced calming and relaxing that made his entire body sag with delight, but his brain felt like...

"It..." He grabbed the bag of what he assumed were drugs, "would certainly be a start." He traded of the bottle to her before taking a small pinch of the dust-like substance in his fingers...It would do. Rowley had the awareness to look mildly offended. Had he not been playing his cards right...

"Oh, now hiding your interest, you choose to insult me?" Rowley took the wine from her and down a hearty gulp capped off with a content sigh. He moved along with her, by now, his frequent drinks were providing a warm buzz that would have been perfect with some of Zaire's drugs. However, Zaire...

Rowley's face pouted in annoyance at being given an ultimatum, but he supposed she was right. He let himself get dragged away for the very reason that when he came back, this entire fight would be funnier if he was crossed. The comment about the Proctor was enough to get his attention and an...

"Likely both Thraah, likely both." He ignored her after that as Rowley followed Zaire hoping for a little bit of a spark for the night. Of course, he got one but not exactly what he was expecting. The entire room was lit up by Houri's antics and he had to smile. He could always appreciate a...

Rowley just smiled warmly as he watched Livia move away, his eyes resting longer on her retreating form before he turned back to Zaire with a wolfish grin. "Exactly, my friend. You look someone squeezed lemon juice in your eyes. Which only means one thing. You have some good shit on you. So how...

"Absolutely not. Never ask that." Rowley said simply before spotting Zaire off to the side talking to the human bread oven. With little notice, Rowley slowly directed their dance over to that direction before seamlessly disengaging from the dance floor and guiding Livia with a hand in the...