Recent content by Seska the Dragonslayer

"I have to use some of it," she replied to her companion. "If I do not it... becomes rather uncomfortable." Magic was not like some things. It needed release, and that in and of itself was a problem on this world. Long ago she had become accustomed to small mundane things to keep the wellspring...

"The eternal flow of time," she said lightly in response. A flow that she only measured in seasons, not hours or days or weeks. Time had long since become a meaningless thing adored by the mortals it stalked tirelessly. "Spring is one of my favorite seasons," she added. When the land slowly...

"Good morning, dear one," she said softly and without turning. The music of her voice was an accompaniment to the birds that flitted in and out of the balcony. Drawn by the fragile blossoms she kept alive via her own power, this one place was a veritable menagerie of life even in the coldest...

The worst of winter was over, at least. It was not precisely her favored season, even though the cold really had little effect on her slight frame. Here in the eastern reaches of Alliria, amid the city sprawl, she was least at home with the season. The scents of the marshes were muted by the...

There was no reason to turn down the offer at distraction. And, after all was said, she did find amusement in plays that the mortals wove themselves - because, so often, they mirrored a real story even if the wright thought their wrought simple fiction and naught else. She nodded, stared at her...

She stared into the rich red surface of the wine before her, but did not drink of it. After a few moments, she sighed and looked up and around the room. Straightening on a chair designed for someone not quite as petite as she was, she shook her head slowly. "So long away from what passes for...

The wilderness lay behind them, and the comforting solitude that she craved but knew, deep down, that she did not need right now. This was hardly the first time her world had been turned upside down, and would likely not be the last. The scars still ached, the new wounds still bled, and there...

She nodded assent to his assertion, but did not immediately move. Looking at the disturbed earth, knowing the frail thing that lay beneath it - dead by her own hand or otherwise, still dead - and thought how...inevitable it was. A storied past, soaked in blood... ...ending in some forgotten...

She nodded wordlessly. There was no need to speak, right now; no need to point out that she could have excavated the hole by magick alone had it been necessary. It was only the binding coils of the Laws that limited her on this world - a fact that twisted her heart more keenly now than before...

"We will," she said quietly. It was only proper, after all; however and whoever had brought an end to the duannan, she had been instrumental in the forging of this day. Sometimes it is hard to trace the roots of a nightmare, especially one that stretched back thousands of years...but in her...

"Maybe," she said. She didn't sound very convinced of the idea. "But no one can know anothers' mind, and hers had always been twisty to begin with. You...you cannot know how the passage of time grates, grinds a soul down..." And that, she mentally added, without taking into consideration any...

She started ever so slightly at his touch, eyes focusing from whatever distant place they had been staring into. She blinked that lone tear from her eye, feeling the twisting in her heart as her eyes fell once again to the deceased duannan. Those lovely features, smirched by her own blood, held...

In that single instant of action, Lia did one thing, and one thing only. She smiled. It was a genuine smile, but it was devoid of hope, of mirth, of joy. It was the rictus grin of a dead woman laid out upon a stone, as though his blade had already struck true. Lia did not dodge either weapon...

Her face took on an ugly cast, twisting beautiful features into a parody of fae perfection. Somehow, the powerful glam became even stronger, the woman before them becoming a menacing, threatening creature out of legend. Larger than life, inconceivably powerful...and haunted by demons that could...

Lia leaned forward as Draedamyr drew his blade, and a queer fey light suddenly burned in her eyes as she regarded the man and the weapon. The smile that graced her lips was thing and...expectant. "You are chained here by your own conceit," she whispered in a sultry tone, and then her face...