Recent content by Sylvian Artesto

The lass was so grimy and scrawny that through the water that splashed against his eyes Artesto couldn't be too certain whether the thing tugging desperately at his line was a human or a cave-dwelling halfling. Well, it was either the water or the lack of sleep. Take your pick. Whatever and...

Nap time ended a bit sooner than he'd expected. It wasn't particularly common to snag a fish this far upstream; the best meat tended to dwell out in the open sea, with only the small and nimble types daring to venture against the current that carried Sylvian and his boat toward the deposit. One...

He'd always thought that after so many years, maybe he'd find just a little bit of peace. Perhaps, he'd hoped, if he turned his head away from the rubble of his old life for long enough, some unseen custodian would eventually get around to tidying it up, and the people who'd burned everything...

Perhaps Sylvian shouldn't have been surprised that they'd all end up throwing away any semblance of an elegant and surgical plan. With as many conflicting personalities as this party had, he'd doubted from the beginning they'd work with any sort of cohesion. So it was with a resigned smile on...

Sylvian didn't act to disrupt Shakarri's amusing charade, though he didn't look entirely impressed with it either. If the woman would rather use her wiles and charms, niche thought they may be, to earn them a room for a discounted price, then far be it from him to intervene. More or less she was...

Sylvian had been joking when he offered to be thrown headlong into the army of bones in the valley beneath. He was beginning to realize that he really must watch his tongue around this Letai, she seemed quite good at turning hair-brained ideas into something akin to legitimate strategy. That she...

If she thought that a simple thank you was sentimental enough to wrinkle her nose at, she certainly wasn't going to like his answer of what he planned to do next. Still, he found the crudeness of the strange beast rider to be almost amusing. It was nearly as if she'd arrived from another world...

It was much worse than he'd imagined. Sylvian could only grimace as he looked down into the valley underneath them. Necromancers were dangerous enough when they could raise a handful of undead, but Artesto had never seen such a mass of bones as the one in front of their odd little group...

"That little place is still standing, hm? Figured it would have gotten trampled over at some point." Sylvian wouldn't admit it aloud, not yet anyways, but he was almost glad Shakarri had come along and decided to sic her big ass pet on him. He'd completely forgotten about Hedgethorn, and had...

Maybe this had been somewhat of a mistake. Sylvian nursed his drink, leaning back against one of the many unremarkable and unmarked buildings that littered the port, his eyes wandering across the hustle and bustle of the tournament with conflict playing between his ears. He'd thought that maybe...

So far, his effort to look inconspicuous had worked better than he imagined. Even as he reached the harbor and immersed himself in the bustling crowd of spectators and competitors alike, few seemed to pay any mind to the strange man wearing a rose-colored cloth over his face. Why should they...

Shakarri had thus far shown herself to be little more than a brazen, crass, and rather rude stranger that had seemingly plucked him from the water out of sheer boredom. There was little about the woman that interested Sylvian in the slightest. At least, not in the rotten mood he was in. Usually...

Sylvian merely watched along in amusement. It was rather like a carriage accident, this gathering of would-be hunters trying to mash together some semblance of an idea and go with it. THough he'd never suggest such a thing aloud, the town elder would likely have been better off hiring one or two...

"This is quite possibly the dumbest thing you've ever talked me into, Sylvian." The voice behind him was barely audible over the sound of the collective voices that gathered in the Allirian Harbor. Still, the muttered words were enough to make a grin split the man's lips as he walked towards...

Sylvian had thought his luck bad enough, but it seemed the fates intended to continue testing his will to tolerate fortune. It wasn't being plucked from the river that bothered him so much, it was the neurotic behavior of the woman who'd done so. The stranger almost seemed perturbed that he was...