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Lots of silly words were exchanged. First from the squire of the man he had apparently hired and then by the ruffian who barged in unannounced. It was only after weapons were drawn, and blocked, that Sullivan made any sort of movement. He chuckled at first, low and unassuming, before walking...

Sullivan's head was on a swivel. First one intruder, covered in filth, and now two more. Covered in a refreshingly lack of filth. Ah! Some mercenary had accepted the contract to come to Vel Uri and quell these rabid animals. "Wonderful," Sullivan Weiroon indicated to the knight and his...

Sullivan’s mouth cracked wide at the calamity outside. Bolts fluttering through the cold air, screams of agony and panic, and the sense that now things would be fine. Soon the rabble would disperse or he’d order another volley from the men on the roof. Either way, he had succeeded, as he...

The screams grew louder. Sullivan was starting to regret a few things. Namely, that he hadn't brought a larger bottle of scotch on this journey but the smaller contingency of troops he had brought was also a bit concerning. He began to worry that he'd likely have to use his ace in the hole...

Source: Ellen Clarke Sullivan lowered his massive figure into the oversized chair. It was plush, firm, and called the ornate windowless room home. The marbled flooring was clean enough that it’s white surface reflected and amplified the sconces which illuminated the confined place. Once...

Clearly this man was guilty. Using his sick and twisted magics to instill fear in this honest courtroom. It was sickening, unbecoming of the justice system that Vel Anir tried so hard to build. Magic, particularly unregulated magic, did not belong on the battlefield or within the city's...

Sullivan Weiroon was a name that almost everyone in Vel Anir knew. He was the younger brother of Sebastian Weiroon who currently presided as the Lord of the Great House. But, unlike his portly older brother, Sullivan was in peak physical shape. Large muscles not from any combat experience but...

Without any real warning the level one leading this endeavor incinerated a half dozen of the human garbage responsible for all of this chaos. It brought a broad grin to the meaty face of Sullivan Weiroon. The guardsmen around him stabbed one or two of the fleeing rebels as a combination of...

As the contingency barreled down the streets at breakneck speed the wide-bellied Sullivan found himself panting and heaving in oxygen. He was, physically speaking, undoubtedly at the peak of Anirian society. There were few men capable of pushing him around in both a figurative and literal...

"C'mon lads, we've got work to do," Sullivan said to the Anirian Guards flanking him on either side. As he was an important dignitary he was nestled between several of the finest and most brave guardsmen in Selene's employ. Likely from families loyal to an upstanding Great House like Weiroon...

Sullivan’s wide eyes glistened at the suggestion that Corinth accompany the lad. What a splendid idea! ”Right! Very astute of you, my boy. Yes, of course, you need to cause as much noise as possible and I’m certain that Corinth will deliver an absolute ruckus to those saltdogs down by the...

"I'm sure Gabriel was rather helpful. Are you still so very smitten with the lad little Elise? You two made such a cute couple back when you were children," the moneygrubber from Weiroon kicked his head back to swallow the last of his wine. Just in time for Bradford's man to bring additional...

The men of Weiroon were famous for their voracious appetites, good looks, and absolutely gargantuan-sized brains. Truly no finer stock in all of Vel Anir than the nobility of the Great House of Weiroon. "I try to keep my physique in tiptop shape and I barely have to work to outwit many of my...

Corinth didn't drink and that was always such a bother for Sullivan. The girthy man from Weiroon was already halfway down his second glass of wine. His only drinking companions the servants of Urahil and the ever so distinguished guests from the other houses. "Good heavens! Is that little...

His elder brother Sebastian had received the invitation. It made perfect sense, he was the lord of the house and Sullivan merely minded to the finances. Kept track of imports, exports, and any other business ventures the proud Weiroon's found themselves engaged in. But, as was typical...