Recent content by Sir Nathaniel

A day after the battle on Cortosi Coast, the Paladin, Nathaniel Jameson made his return to the merchant city, having been victorious in destroying his old enemy, Zasz. It had only been a week since he had seen his old childhood home, but it felt like longer after the recent events. The place...

The Abyssal were among the Freedom Fighters' ranks now, having forced their way in around a half a dozen places. The first press of bodies were stabbed and slashed at by disciplined spearmen. At first singly and then in pairs, and then in groups, the men formed semicircles around any point in...

Human emotions did not apply to the Abyssal creatures. Indeed, though they possessed some degree of sentience, mankind's sense of feeling and reasoning was not their way. Nonetheless, the leading creature in charge of this attack was most definitely angry. The purpose of this raid was not to...

The sky above the battle was a rolling, churning mix of dark clouds and thunder, but no rain had yet fallen. Magelights kept the battlefield illuminated, even as the sun began to set and the area around them became significantly darker, as did the occasional flashes of magical power and spells...

It was a dark day when the Abyssal came to Cortosi Coast, Allir Reach. From the depths of the sea, slimy, tentacled horrors emerged from their underwater lairs and began to lay siege to villages and towns across the coast, abducting many and dragging them back into the water for some unknown...

I will happily participate.

Nathan paused as he felt the workings of the spell. Necromancer or not, Khasmina's efforts were welcome. Zasz was stronger than he remembered. But then, he remembered his mission wasn't exactly to kill his old foe. He just needed to keep his attention. And then, it came. A new thought and a...

The mosquitoes ripped into the blackguard as he went for another attack. Zasz's blood, though long coagulated had begun to boil and drain within his pale skin, wreaking havoc on his body, yet somehow, he held on and fought through the pain. In fact, the longer the spell took hold, the more it...

Nathan's grin widened as Khasmina's spell worked its way into the grave-guard. Soon another two turned on their own allies and cut each other apart, and then another and another until the living dead were embroiled into skirmishes all over. The animation that gave them a hint of personality had...

~At the crypt~ "Little lich." The figure murmured. "I need no one's partnership. Least of all, a weak, sorry fool like you. Rest assured, I could quite easily destroy you for your insolence, but you are not worth dirtying my hands. Warriors, KILL HIM!" A snap and the grave guard suddenly...

For a long moment, Nathan stood watching her as she laughed, mesmerized by her joy and by the sound of her mirth, arms held loosely at his sides. When at last, she regained herself, he was pleased to see her so obliging so quickly. "There also is another saying, my lady." He said calmly...

"I would simply ask that you join me for dinner once my own task here is complete." Nathan said cheerfully. "I was planning on regrouping with my brothers in arms at the Order's headquarters, but I think I can spare some time for a meal. And that aside, I am sure you are far from defenseless...