Recent content by Sabine Fenvaris

"Your particular affinity is uncommon among the Vanakara." Sabine remarked with some measure of admiration. Then she sighed heavily, her gaze instinctively searching for Raea. "She is both a danger, and in danger." Sabine said darkly, her gaze lingering on the women together. The way they...

"Magick falls into many disciplines. Though the laws are absolute, there are different wants to interpret and manifest that magick." Sabine nodded, turning just long enough to scan the crowd and spot the dutiful golem that was Efrideet, lurking near the Lady Raea and Aurora. Her brows knit with...

"Master Hector!" Sabine exclaimed, boisterous and amused. "I am here escorting my Lady Raea to the Festival. She was curious of the band of brigands--" At this, she wrinkled her nose in displeasure with a wry smile, "--that bested me and the Knights that came to my rescue." Sabine leaned closer...

"Just Sabine is fine. I serve a young Duchess, but in the presence of the Knights my name means very little. The fact that I was duped and bamboozled by ruffians means I know shit all about my own job." Sabine answered honestly. Perhaps too much so. She was still sore in the pride about being...

"You're too kind to consider me a geomancer! I am a servant of an earthly entity. It is by her hand that I am able to commune with the earth. I am a mage of war, it is not often I have the ability to take my time with creations. I typically value quantity over quality--though I suppose I could...

Stubborn. Stubborn and proud. Sabine's peers never viewed her with any pleasurable countenance. No, for most of her life she was wild, unruly and contrarian. She did not take pleasure in uncomfortable dresses or what she deigned to be useless skills. Did she learn to sew? Yes--her gear, and...

"Cursed snow!" Sabine scowled, peering down at her shackled ankles and single wrist--. "Cursed cold, cursed imbeciles!" She barked at the prisoners--who were likely less worse for ware than what they had done to her. The snow had taken down most of the swelling in her face, and she squinted...

She was not meant for the cold, that much Sabine was sure of. As a mage of the earth, it was noted she over her time as a knight that she preferred the natural heat and warmth. Winter was like a silent blanket of superficial death; things slept deeply until Spring when they woke again. The...