Recent content by Sybille

Sybille took up a small flanking position behind Osbert, leaning herself against the door as he negotiated the pay out from Aramis. "Also." She added, deciding to grab hold of the reigns of bravery, and glancing Aramis up and down. "If you know any good Boutiques." Despite the anxiety in her...

Sybille nodded earnestly as Os mentioned a coat. Trying to remember if they had passed any good tailors on their way into town but coming up short just a few seconds later. "We'll find one." She assured her companion, apparently more than happy to ensure they did. The former Dreadlord had...

Clothes for herself and Shiloh, materials for rituals for Osha. Easy enough as far as considerations went, though Sybille wasn’t entirely sure they would be able to find a store that sold things for ‘rituals’. Not that it was any real problem.”Oh.” Sybille said with a slight frown. ”What...

Sybille was practically the last one to join them for breakfast, having attempted to fall back asleep for no less than two hours after she'd been awoken. It was an attempt that had ended in unfortunate failure, but at least the feather bed had been comfortable. "Clothes." The girl answered...

Something she enjoyed. Sybille stood watching Os collect his wine as he left her to head up to bed, a smile lightly touching her lips as she considered. ”Goodnight.” She offered off-hand as she thought. It seemed like a long time since she had gotten to do something for just herself. After...

Sybille, grinned, and then took a long swig from the bottle. ”Thanks!” She called after Osha, her chest swelling with a mixture of pride and mirth. The liquor burned her throat, a sizzle echoing from her lips as the liquid was scorched in almost an instant. Her magic worked in strange ways...

"Ay-ye-yes sir." Gus managed to stutter out, though for a few seconds it almost appeared as though Sybille wasn't going to let him go. Her fingers tightened on the his wrist and the back of his neck, heating spreading from her palms. Discomfort flickered over the man's features, a small whimper...

Gus, as it turned out, was a rather irate middle-aged half-elf with a stomach the size of one of Artehil's two moons. He came lumbering out from the back room, a cudgel already in his hand. The grim expression on his face told that he more often than not had to deal with customers that did no...

Sybille watched as the Tiefling snapped up the coins without so much of a word of thanks, a frown almost instantly pulling at her lips. Unlike many Dreadlords, Sybille had joined the Academy late. Only coming to Vel Anir when she'd run away at thirteen in search of her sister. Before that she...

Sybille acquiesced in silence as Osbert finally got them going again. The four Exiled Dreadlords quickly made their way out of the Kivren mansion, mentioning that they would be sure to return, and then set off down the street. Things were surprisingly quiet as they traveled through the area of...

"Sure, stay with the weird water people, Shiloh." Sybille said, still not entirely trusting that there wouldn't be more puddles in the place anyway. "You already drink like a fish." The small jest came with a scrunch of her face, making it clear that she was only joking. Her head turned as...

Sybille would not be sharing a room with anyone. That much she had decided when she'd first left Vel Anir. She was done with a life of discomfort and scratchy blankets. They had left to reclaim the breadth of wealth they had attained for only a span of a second. "I'll do for a meeting room."...

"It's called a chaise lounge." Sybille corrected Osbert. She really had loved those couches, they were so cozy. Slowly walking around the large room Sybille began to run her fingers over the things inside. Most of it was of very good quality, though one could tell it had been ordered by people...

A brief, unseen smile flickered towards her companions. The heavy fog in the room still obscuring her features. Slowly it began to simmer down, drawing back as the natural coolness of the room faded. Though anyone wearing glasses would be cursing their lives. Sybille slowly stood back up, her...

Quick chaos erupted as Shiloh threw an arcane bolt, one of the Kivren falling dead. Another beginning to scream as scratches appeared deep within it's flesh. The remainder panicking, and then suddenly catching alight as Osbert's magic finally burst out and carried through the room. Flesh...