Recent content by Sol'aufain

Fain evaded the hurried strike for he golem their blunted steel carving a gash in the ground, the point of his rapier, a glittering pin prick, shot forward and found the keystone holding the shamble of stone together and pressed it out the back of what would have been the magical training...

“I will come back for you!” Fain’s smile spread, it wasn’t often these kinds of events were ruined by a profession of love, but he wouldn’t be mad if it happened more often. Uthral warriors drug the spice head human out of the center of the plaza, Fain bowed reverently to the queen, “The...

Fain allowed a small smirk too flit across his icy expression, his hands moved in response to Nimruil concession, <<High praise, indeed.>> The Commander didn't interrupt the Sun Spider's thought process as he walked through his thought process aloud, instead keeping is eyes peeled on their...

Fain’s head tilted as the grey-green energy shot past. He pulled a leather strap from his pouch and tied his hair back. If Nimruil was going to pull off magic like that, then there was no reason for Fain to hold back. His hands moved, recalling his archers. The Commander picked up the helmet and...

Nimruil’s report gave Fain a moment of pause, so the Sun Spider wasn’t a useless whoremonger, interesting. The thrill of the fight was starting to seep into Fain’s blood. His hands sent commands to the remaining scouts and they shot off, shadows flitting across the dark, shortbows out. They’d...

The class system in Zar’Ahal was a warzone of sharp barbs and barely veiled insults, so as Nimruil signed, Fain wasn’t surprised to find a throne. <<You would know better than I.>> he signed without looking in Nimruil’s direction. Fain stopped at an outcropping, he knelt down and surveyed the...

Change. Zar’Ahal was a light with it. Even now as the coronation of the new queen was getting under way, workers were pulling down effigies of The Usurper Queen. One dynasty torn down and the other elevated. None of it mattered to Fain. His house, House Uthral, had secured their place in this...

Fain’s eyes radiated contempt as the mage clucked his tongue. If this had happened weeks ago the back of Fain’s hand would have introduced itself to the side of Nimruil’s face at the first cluck, but standing here now, the world was different. He wasn’t a Warmaster. He was a Scout Commander...

Fain was in the training room. It was the middle of the night. He couldn’t sleep, so he got to work. His rapier’s blade was naked in the dim glow, it’s point and edges magically dulled, before him a trio of training golems shambled about waiting for his next move. Fain wore no armor, his chest...

The explosions came fast. The cacophony wrought was expounded by the shockwaves rebounding off the stone walls. It was shameful… but it was effective. One of the party was swept up in a blast. Fain didn’t wait to see where the body landed or what was left of it. His rapier was in his hand and...

The point of Fain’s blade burst through the back of his enemy. The dwarf wheezed and sagged, Fain pulled his rapier free, the sound of trickling blood could just be made out behind him as he lunged at the next foe. The sound of fighting reverberated off the walls, clashes of metal, groans of...

Chaos raw and pure spilled across the city like a cut throat and at it’s center was The Usurper, his future queen, Vyx’aira. Sol’aufain’s fingers moved. His men drew weapons. The sound of black iron on leather was lost to the symphony of the battle as their chorus of deadly whispers sang of...

House Uthral. Prismatic stained glass windows dappled the north east wall that culminated in a massive balcony that overlooked the bulk of Zar’ahal. Standing at the crenellation in all of the pomp and ceremony of a gala stood the matron of the house, Uldrezia Uthral. Her crimson eyes took in the...