Seretha watched Sammy for some time, amused by its clueless greed. She had heard such animals were actually quite intelligent for what they were, but hadn't actually seen one before with her own eyes. Certainly its curiosity suggested something behind its eyes; her horse, at least, had never...
The illusory blade was black and reflected a soft light entirely unlike metal. The reflection didn't quite line up with the mottled lighting coming through the swamp canopy, and was certainly brighter than it should have been. Seretha was not perfect in her illusions, notably having a difficult...
Seretha waved Vaezhasar's comments away with a sweep of her hand. Her smile disarmed the dismissive nature of the gesture, though. "Well, I suppose that's what I have you for. I'm also not so bad at taking care of myself. I haven't died yet, after all."
The young human, though, presented no...
Seretha sat down on the planks of the foundation structure beneath the inn. The wood was moist and rotting in places, not yet replaced by whoever did such things here. It was thoroughly unpleasant, she couldn't deny that. The sands of Amol Kalit were far from welcoming but the heat was dry and...
The trip was long and boring, as ship voyages often — or at least ideally — were. An interesting time on the sea was never what Seretha was looking for, and she was certain of her inability to stomach it. They anchored just off the west side of the bayou, safely away from the treacherous coastal...
Please feel free to post an introduction to the character in Crossroad in advance of our arrival. Next post Seretha will arrive and find people. We can fudge the timing a bit to get everyone together.
Link again to thread for ease: https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-essence-of-being.6606/
Vaezhasar was of the same mind as Seretha on the golem's practical value; that wasn't a surprise, though, she had to grant... what else was a golem generally used for? The fact that it was notably intelligent was, if anything, moving in the opposite direction of what people usually wanted out of...
I have started a thread (The Essence of Being) specifically intended for another player who decided they didn't have time to continue. I'm not sure on the remaining player's continued interest but I would like a replacement for Argos the golem, so I've changed the thread to being Open and...
Seretha rested her arms against the taffrail at the back end of the ship, gazing out over the harbor and listening to the cries of the birds overhead. On one of the older, barely used docks a bit down toward the Shallows she could see seals claiming territory for themselves. For a moment she...
Seretha's tasks were largely composed of shedding any excess goods for trade and visiting the clients of her necromantic tools. For the former, money weighed less than baubles even if of the magic variety and with it she could pay the ship crew and the golem if necessary, plus any bribes that...
"Favors are easy, and I do have much to offer. If this leads to a further business relationship, then all the better."
Seretha nodded and ate thoughtfully for awhile. Eventually, she spoke back up. "I don't think I have the budget for mercenaries, especially considering my proclivities...
Seretha frowned for a moment not in direct response to Vaezhasar but in considering his priorities against her own. She had no husband but she did have two young children she hadn't seen in probably a couple of years now. For just a brief instant she questioned her own choice but just as quickly...
They both couldn't see their potential role in this, but that was of little actual concern to Seretha. They needn't understand anything in the grander scheme, really, though Vaezhasar Drakspae certainly wanted to and likely any help from him would be contingent upon a full explanation...
As she finished scarfing down her first loaf of bread, Seretha raised a hand to her necklace, squeezing one of the bone talons between two fingers. An experienced mage like Vaezhasar Drakspae could likely have seen the magic energy flow from her core up through her arm and into the talon, which...
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