Recent content by Sybille

Sybille frowned for a moment as Ivan launched into his minor interrogation. Her mind briefly flickering with that same anxiety as she wondered once again if she'd fucked up. Did she tell them the truth? Did she lie? They had no way of confirming whether or not she was a Dreadlord. Ivan might...

Kress. What had she gotten herself into? Would Os be mad? What if she'd put the others in danger? A thousand questions ran through Sybille’s mind as she watched Rhidian's magic cut a bloody swath over the battlements. Their assailants apparently undeterred as arrows and men in heavy steel...

WHY?! Why did this always happen, every time. This was exactly why she had left Vel Anir with Os and the others. It seemed that wherever Anirians went, violence followed quickly after. Not that Sybille really minded violence. Her natural magics meant she was harder to hurt than most others...

Sybille sat quietly in the corner of the small outdoor tavern. Her leg kicked up and down at a constant rate, gently shaking the tea which sat on the table in front of her. Outwardly she tried to appear as calm and dispassionate as possible, her eyes watching the gate opposite her with a quiet...

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...