Recent content by Sibylla

Color me surprised. Sybilla mused, her olive visage barely visible under the pouring rain but just enough to illuminate her surprise. Perhaps, she had assumed he would take back his offer for aid once the knowledge that no payment would be provided for his toil. Instead, the Anirian Knight...

The threat of the levy breaking and the river flooding the wheat fields had the desired effect. The surrounding villagers made haste, rushing past Sibylla in a mad panic. Every able-bodied male and female with the strength to fill, lift, and stack flour sack bags with dirt and sand made their...

Smile, Sibylla. Smile. You like being here. This is grand. Nothing like having to play the role of muscle for a tavern... The sarcasm of Sibylla's thoughts practically bled into her expression, souring her countenance as trickles of annoying rain went riveting along her cheeks and neck...

Vel Anir Outskirts "Merde," Sibylla gave a curse, her olive wet face twisting in aggravated displeasure. The annual storms had blown through the region several weeks early, a monsoon of rain and mud causing havoc not only along the Cortosi Coast, but even miles inland, turning wheat fields...

Vale So, the goods were dropped at the warehouse? Sibylla took in this information with a slight frown over her face. Her stormy eyes would drift along the perimeter, trying to gather a count of the guards. There had to be some. It made no sense to not ensure that there were eyes watching...

Sibylla was already formulating a plan in her mind when all of a sudden a movement to her right and her name was called. Well, a nickname. One she hadn't heard of in years. Landon was lucky that it was him; she had to pull her hand back from running him with her sword once she registered who it...

Landon left, leaving the Knight to gather her bearings. A grimace went lancing across Sibylla’s grimy, blood splattered face. Pain registered just along the backside of her hand, where the leather glove that had protected her from the severity of the mage fire had peeled back into tatters. A...

Vale Oh, thank Lessat's rings! To say that Sibylla was utterly relieved that she didn't have to worry about explaining that she couldn't swim. While the Knight had plenty of training, swimming hadn't been one of her strongest suits. The Kingdom of Vel Anir was large, and while there were...

Vale It was weird. The whole experience of traveling within the shadows was strange, but what was even more bizarre was seeing a mage appear struck by some sort of after-effects. Magic was a strange concept for Sibylla, and she would be the first to admit that its use made her more than a...

Vale How did she feel? As if she'd been walking a tightrope and finally managed to land safely on the other side. There was a certain level of queasiness there, but at least she wasn't going to faint. "Fine," she told him, turning to face him only to notice him visibly shaking and...

|| Srash || Is he looking at me? Why is he looking at me? Oh, Lesat's moons, don't tell me he wants me to be in charge of this little interrogation?! Sibylla's expression melted from mild confusion to alarmed awareness, and then exasperation. The Knight did her best to try and contain her...

Mage fire had a way of burning flesh and bone without any way of putting it out. It was Sibylla's fortune that her armor was treated in such a way to offer a measure of resistance, preventing her from becoming a human torch. The tiny hairs within her nostrils felt singed, and the acrid odor...

|| Vale || Giving a window into your world? Why did that come off as a pick-up line from scoundrel caught in the company of bandits? There was a notable amount of suspicion in her ice-blue eyes, her right eyebrow arching ever higher. You will regret this, Sibylla told herself, finding...

|| Vale || Sibylla's right brow rose high in confusion at the Dreadlord's commentary about being temporarily blinded. She had both of her arms up, grabbing the thick mass of her hair up into a ponytail to keep the strange away from her face. Thankfully, she had enough time to don the rest of...

|| Vale || It grated on Sibylla's nerves when the Dreadlord's barb struck true regarding that the rotation was likely not merely commonplace. Again, one particular item that rubbed Sibylla the wrong way. If there were any way she could return to the Army of the West, she would. However, the...