Recent content by Sylvian

"I don't know," said the elf and scanned the map. "But I'm not trying to find out. Lets go." The Avariel thought avoiding any more human towns, at least for the time being, was the smart choice. She wasn't going to test her luck and she's had enough of those ill-mooded mortals and their sadistic...

When Fynaurie drew out a roll of parchment, a map no doubt, Sylvian started groaning. It’s true that flying was a much easier way of travel, especially if you were as accustomed to it as them, but the Avariel assumed that knowing how to read a map while on ground was basic knowledge in all...

Sylvian snorted at Fynaurie’s apparent optimism. The wings of the Avariel were worth a fortune to any collector and their rarity made them all the more desirable. Sylvian didn’t know how many of the mortal races remembered the winged elves; her people had gone into hiding a long time ago...

Of course Sylvian could have chosen to assist Fynaurie in her battle against the Orc, but she recalled the sky dragoon saying something about this being a survival course and so she left her be. Their struggle reached its peak when the green beast disarmed the silver haired fury, but Sylvian...

Fynaurie appeared to be a seasoned fighter, but that was to be expected from her kind. The Avariel did not have many allies, none in fact other than the sky elves whose abilities and combat heavy training was a valuable and needed asset to their society. Sylvian was nothing like that, but...

“I’m a sculptress,” she said dryly. “I can make anything from ice.” A hint of smugness snuck upon her lips, but Sylvian’s focus on the enemy never wavered. It’s true, the Avariel was a sculptress, an artist in her own right. Her figurines and creations were quite popular among wealthy humans...

“I suppose we cannot hope for another pair of wings then,” the elf concluded with a sigh. “I am growing weary of all these conflicts,” she continued on, albeit quietly and pulled a strand of her long, white hair back. Sylvian noted the bite in Fynaurie’s voice, but paid it no heed. The situation...

“A Dragoon.” Sylvian repeated, blue eyes following the direction in which Fynaurie pointed her glaive. “I thought as much,” the female spoke and gave a nod towards the sky elf. She was right about the rocks and although Sylvian planned on entering melee combat as soon as the opportunity arose...

A gurgle of laughter erupted from Sylvian’s throat and the elf shook her pretty head in utter disbelief at the situation she found herself in. To be saved by a stinky, foul-mouthed heathen wasn’t how she’d imagined her evening would go, but the brave-hearted girl only uttered a sigh and...

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When Kiros Rahnel burst into laughter, the pale skinned elf joined him for a quick giggle. A smug smile found its way to her lips and Sylvian adjusted her position; with a straight back, lifted shoulders and chin held up high, the beautiful avariel curled a lock of white hair between her long...

The streets of Alliria were filled to the brim with people. The citizens of the southern parts of the continent were still gloomy compared to what Sylvian was used to–that being her own, cheerful personality–but not as grim as Ivar tended to come across as. “Over there,” she replied and...

When Caliane leaped from the table, the pale elf held her hands in front of her chest and smiled apologetically. “Right, but don’t worry. It’s nothing I can’t fix again.” She patted down on the cot, signaling Caliane to take a seat again and once she did, Sylvian continued her work. “You are...

“I like to think of myself as an optimist,” the winged elf responded; the voice of the avariel continued its naturally smooth and crystal clear tone. The corners of her lips curled upwards and what could have been a hint of a smile was immediately yanked off her face along with the first arrow...

The elf stood quiet. She did not like the way her companion reacted and although Sylvian always tried hard not to worry – especially not in her current predicament – a knot formed in her stomach when the avariel noticed the unease in his eyes. “Maybe,” the female began and brushed a long...