Recent content by Soriel Draecaryn

"Be quiet!" Soriel ordered sternly. Honestly, the giant man shouting himself hoarse was all she needed right now. She wasn't that well-versed in medicine enough to cure everything. Besides, what else was on this island? If it was something that ate people, they didn't need to broadcast their...

She wanted to keep kicking him, but she managed to get herself under control (more or less). Soriel turned and surveyed the island. It was altogether not very large, and the beach that faced the site of the foundering was more or less within seeing distance. Raising a hand to shade her eyes...

Before she even woke, curses in the sea elf tongue emanated in raspy murmurs from Soriel's parched lips. She lay in the sun, having washed up on the shore some hours ago, unconscious. The half-elf had managed a sort of makeshift raft and shortly thereafter succumbed to exhaustion and...

The crew roused below decks, grabbing buckets and bowls and even tankards. They poured seawater out of portholes, out of the stairwells over the deck. A bucket-brigade formed to haul buckets out from below decks. But -- somehow, inexplicably -- there seemed to be more water. More water now than...

Kakamo'lan was a good ship and a sound one. But it was a ship that was designed to operate on oceans, oceans that behaved like oceans. The stresses that the ship were enduring were never part of the plan. It lurched, shifted, nearly twisted beneath her feet. She staggered to a knee and took hold...

Soriel did not take kindly to being barked orders at on her own ship, and by an oarsman, to boot. She stalked toward him before a torrent of rain came down, blocking her view of the oarsman. The ship lurched as a wave slammed against it. Soriel skidded against the decking as the ship tilted...

Kakamo'lan pitched beneath Soriel's feet as she stood from her desk. She braced herself on the heavy chair. A goblet shifted on the surface of the table. She hadn't been expecting rough seas, and she noted as she glanced out the delicate stained glass windows over her bed, this rain hadn't been...

Soriel sheathed her blade and secured it at her belt and nodded firmly at Agantyr. "See that it doesn't," she said, her tone pleasant but firm. The half-elf surveyed the room once more, then proceeded further into the mess to pick up a piece of fruit that they had picked up at the last port. It...

Soriel grimaced as she witnessed the ending of the brawl, complete with quasi-cannibalistic display and blood all over the deck boards of the Kakamo'lan which had been, until now -- if not pristine, then at least reasonably clean. She sighed and reached for her own sword, a beautiful elven...

The young der'fakha had settled into her cabin to review the cargo rolls and eat her evening meal when there was the sound of a tussle somewhere below decks. She put a hand to her forehead and gently squeezed against the crown of her head. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. The danger of...

Whatever misgivings most of the crew of Kakamo'lan had about the youth and gender of their der'fakha had evaporated early in the voyage. The Kakamo'lan was small by cargo trading standards, and fast. Small enough that Soriel Draecaryn was able to serve as der'fakha and ahf'jeade and donde'kesh...