Recent content by Sylvian Artesto

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...

"There's always the risk of death when you're up against a necromancer, my friend." He muttered over to the young Letai woman. "Add the trademark brutality of an Orc into the mix and you'd be a fool not to worry about casualties." Sylvian hadn't asked about pay out of greed, despite the likely...

Sylvian didn't do much bounty-hunting work anymore. Not that he didn't enjoy the thrill of it, and certainly not that he didn't need the extra money, but the risks that came with it were just too big to ignore. First and foremost, he was a wanted man; The Republic had been tipped off to his...

Oh, and what a peaceful rest it was. Perhaps it spoke to the perils that Sylvian had faced in his life that even in the wake of his home being burned to ash and dust, sleep came as quickly and as soundly as it did to a newborn infant. To face turmoil was simply his existence now, his default...

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...