Recent content by Szordryn Zaphresz

Szordryn’s vermillion eyes had fallen upon Vyx’aria, awaiting instruction on how best they ought to proceed, given the news of the Orc attack on the Drow scouts. It did not come as a surprise to him that they were being blamed for the Armageddon occurring around them. In less dire circumstances...

Carefully, each mark must be exact… Thin, spindly fingers – not quite unlike those of a skeleton’s – clutched a quill and dragged its bleeding tip across a sheet of aged parchment. With agonizingly measured precision, Szordryn traced out each rune and symbol as carefully as a master sculptor...

Szordryn wiped mud off on his clothes, spitting out another fat, wet globule of blood onto the ground. It disappeared into the muck below, hidden by darkness. His mouth tasted like copper. He grimaced and bowed his head in a servile, apologetic manner, unflinchingly ready for whatever punishment...

Szordryn did not understand the annoying banshee shrieks of the woman in the room. Behind her, two younglings cowered, and none of the three seemed to want to defend themselves. This was completely alien to the drow, who fully expected this woman to be an accomplished warrior or mage. Instead...

Szordryn stood idly by as Vyx’aria commanded her warriors to go off and begin the slaughter. Giddy with bloodlust, they happily set about their work, descending upon the village with silent precision. He was pleased with himself; the commander seemed caught off-guard by his initiative in taking...

Szordryn grunted and gasped in pain as he was elbowed in the ribs, promptly lowering his head in apology and muttering apologies. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought to himself, remembering his place. He was nothing more than a tool to be used, not someone fit to speak to the others of the...

Szordryn lifted his head as he heard the dull thud of footsteps heading their way. His crimson eyes fell upon the hulking figure of Vyx’aria, and he immediately turned his head and looked back down. Decades of obedience training had been drilled into his mind, and, regardless of the situation he...

The woman in front of him was, like most women he encountered, extremely unpredictable. At a moment’s fancy, her idle fascination could turn worse, and he could find himself on the wrong side of a sword very quickly. He was expendable; all the men were, to an extent. Their existence was a...

Szordryn remained still, his breathing ragged and staccato-like, as the room went silent. He felt Vyx’aria’s eyes fall upon him, her dagger twirling coming to a halt as he killed the man beside him to seize her attention. Such was the harsh reality of life underground for males in Zar’Ahal...

Szordryn stood assembled outside with the other hopefuls in the halls of the mages. Around him were peers and rivals with whom he had spent a considerable amount of time competing and studying with. Countless nights of pouring over proscribed tomes and ancient scrolls, hoping to glean whatever...