Recent content by Sarek Valaren

"Haha, physically it is weak. Magically? Not so much." He grinned. Sarek had never taken time to consider his strength, unlike in Elbion, the rudimentary college of Crossroad Mire cared little for who could kill who. That said, Sarek was rarely troubled by the inhabitants - the few fights and...

"Oh no, I've never been, my body is far too frail for that. I wouldn't possibly cope." He paused for a moment at the excited kid. He considered asking her about returning to the tundra, but her last statement shot that idea down immediately. Perhaps, he mused, once she learned to control her...

"It isn't far, is it? Let's get some appropriate clothing in Alliria though - I know you're young and tough, but we'll need sturdy boots and warmer clothing for the Spine!" He spoke calmly and levelly towards the young girl. Sarek couldn't really recall the last time he had been shopping, most...

Several passersby on the road glanced at the duo, they made a curious pair indeed. A man covered from head to toe in bandages and heavy wrappings - not a single ounce of flesh exposed, even on such a warm evening. Coupled with the small child in burnt and tattered rags, it was enough to draw a...

Sarek breathed a sigh of relief. The beast that had been scorched by Farzad had now shifted its attention towards Eren and he found himself silently thanking his malnourished and deformed figure. It made him less of a threat, less of a target. His relief was shortlived, however, as he...

He considered whether to break it to the girl that the dried grey swamp meat was about as good as it gets when it came swamp food. Sarek shrugged, he decided it would be best if he kept that fact to himself. In the end, everyone got used to the rancid food... after some time. "Well... I sort...

"Are you hungry, what do you eat? Do you need anything... Like clothes... Or... Bracelets?" He paused. There were some children at the Mire - several in fact - but they tended to avoid him. Hopefully, they wouldn't avoid her. "I've never really thought about it you know... I think until I...

Sarek chuckled softly to himself. He didn't have much experience with kids, but he was a patient man who seldom turned away company - his disfigurements often did that for him. "It's called Crossroad Mire, it's in the great Bayou Garramarisma. Oh, nothing in particular." He smiled, it might be...

He was warming quite quickly to the girl and he suspected it wasn't simply the vast amount of heat radiating from the girl. Although that said, it made his heavily bandaged appearance especially uncomfortable. He was used to the stifling heat of covering every ounce of flesh in fabric, he was...

Sarek shuddered to himself. His magic levels had diminished significantly since they first started, but not enough to render him a deadweight in combat. That said, the fact these beasts were resistance to magic, did render him a deadweight. He sighed, flourishing his makeshift spear and slowly...

"Nu, nice to meet you. I'm Sarek." His eyes softened again as he watched her eagerly slurp down the canteen of water he had passed to her. "Magic isn't so clear as that, all of it has it's uses, it's all about imagination and understanding." He stepped a bit closer to her and reached into his...

"I see." Sarek paused. The girl's world was already tough and dark enough, he didn't want to pop her bubble and reveal the true reason why the men had assisted her. Better to keep her in the dark, he decided. That said, he felt uncomfortable lying to her. "It isn't you causing the trouble...

Sarek held his breath and splayed his hand towards Nukpana as he watched the blade come down towards her. Without warning the ground gave way and stirred. What was once muddy and sodden earth now became alive with hundreds of furry bodies. Her footing gave way and she fell, thankfully avoiding...

Sarek splayed his hands and his creatures stayed, hundreds of tiny beady eyes focused on Theus intently. He paused, thinking how best to handle the situation and let an ominous and pregnant silence span out between them. He could sense the hesitation and reservation in the man's voice. "Don't...

It didn't sit right with Sarek. On his journey back to the familiar swampland, he called home, he had heard whispers of a band with a child. A child in distress. Now, he didn't know the particulars about the situation, but his mind went to dark places when he tried to work it out. He didn't...