Recent content by Slaine Aylwin

Lowtown The look Slaine shot Zairyn could topple buildings and turn lesser men to stone. It went unstated that she had no tongue to lick any mushroom, least of all his. He was the man with the shrooms, and she wanted, more than anything, to be in a long, psychedelic haze for the duration of the...

A day off was rare in the life of the Hounds. Yet here it was, plain as day...an instruction from the Houndmaster to enjoy the coronation unarmed. Of course, some still thought of her as the unpredictable swordswoman who had challenged the Queen. She felt it herself. Instead, here she was, down...

Slaine watched the bar unfold around the two of them, eyes searching through the dim light for their target. Not in sight. But another dwarf was - Her eyes moved to regard Dinien. That was the battlemage who had sealed her wounds after her disastrous duel with the Queen, no? Her eyes narrowed...

Slaine was silent, now, but still not subtle. She pounded atop the wooden table of the bar with her dark, iron gauntlets, trying to summon the attention of whatever barkeep poured lichen beer here. Her mood was sour - as it always was, since she lost her tongue. The only thing that could lighten...

It began in a tavern, enshrouded in shadow. The low roads of the deep realm held treasures old and wonderful - the Inn of Forgotten Dreams among them. Originally a trading post that connected the both the ancient Dwarven realms and the Drow Empire, now the only thing that remained in the...

Slaine heard her name again, called to the front with Zathria. She opened her mouth to reply with a cheer, almost choking on the breathy sound that came instead of words. With only her chipped and shattered glaive at her side, she joined Zathria and the troop at the gate. Her scowl spoke for...

Her consciousness faded when the searing blade cut her tongue. Before she fell unconscious, she gave a single wave to Theceran: Stand down. This would not be a genocide. It was all she could muster before the pain seared her eyes shut. Moments later, she was awoken by the gauntleted fist of a...

Flames rolled to life in the arena around them, coating the duelists in the bright glow of orange fire. Ribs cracked. A blade clattered to the ground. But it wasn’t enough - coated in deadly magics, a single strike from Vyx’aria’s blade would be enough to end the duel. And her blade found...

Theceran YOU FECKIN IDIOT! Is what she should have said, if she were not being thoroughly dissected by the Queen's acid blades. Her glaive's blade dissolved at contact with the acid, falling as if it were skin made necrotic by a viper's sting. Theceran's antics were expected - he had insisted...

The once and former queen intercepted her strike with aggression. She stepped into the attack to stop it - the kind of gambit that could end lives in a heartbeat. Vyx'aria had a century more experience in combat, and her every move radiated confidence. Power. Vyx'aria's fist soared just as her...

A flash of a smirk grew to her face. Her challenge had been accepted. There was little more to say. "She called ye' a bitch, Theceran." She drew the word out, just to salt the wound. But the truth was the truth - Slaine was a lowborn mutt, wild and free. She’d have it no other way. Empty...

Treachery and violence were the currency Zar'Ahal. Beneath every transaction, every family's power play, every slave's backbreaking labor, these two virtues stood above all else. Take what you can for your family. Burn down the rest of the world. The heir of House Aylwin strode toward the...