Recent content by Tadrielus Galawen

Tadrielus bolted into the sky alongside the phoenix, keeping near enough to feel the Soulfire's heat. It cast eerie shadows through the bows and more than once made him think he saw some twisted creature from the corner of his eye, only to find it a trick of the light. The people, their cries...

"I would rather you not put yourself in danger," Tadrielus said as kindly as he could, though his voice still carried a worried edge. "Though I daresay the opportunity will likely present itself." He looked up, into the dark screaming far above them. "We must help them." He did not believe that...

Tadrielus did his best to brush aside her concerns, though he did not decline the bandages Caliane offered. “That is much better,” he assured her, though his palms still smarted beneath the cloth. Her empathy was her strength. Tadrielus watched the physical shift of her body beneath her guilt...

“I’m fine,” he insisted, but allowed Caliane to take his hands. There were angry welts and blisters across his palms, but far from the worst of what the Soulfire could have done. Though he knew if did not intend him harm, he kept an eye on her glowing wings. Despite his readings on the subject...

Caliane’s were not the only screams in the great tree. Tadrielus didn’t listen to the anguished voices above them, singular in his focus on the fire angel. Now and then his magic tried to split off and heal his own seared hands, but he forced it forwards with gritted teeth until the darkness...

"Caliane-" he huffed, hearing her body fall to the floor. He had not pushed her hard enough for that, and in his panic he stole a glance. He could just glimpse the fire flickering on and off along her arm... no idea what that meant, but he did not have the time to marvel. She could not die...

Caliane’s scream drew his attention. Tadrielus looked away just long enough to see the blood pour from her arm and felt his heart sink into his stomach. These creatures were not natural, there was something evil inside of them. Tadrielus had no doubt that the black ichor that dripped from...

Tadrielus hefted his sword in both hands against the attack. The canine had lunged first, tearing fresh gashes into the wood beneath its feet and exploding forwards. The shimmering blade caught the beast in the chest, and Tadrielus had to duck his head quickly to avoid the snapping jaws that...

This could not be a normal night-time incursion. The soldiers who had escorted them had been capable and well armed. Their bodies and minds had been honed by these harsh wilds, and while their wings danced in a thousand colors, they had retained the stoic resolution of their powder-winged...

The avariel had made their armor easy to don despite large wings, a smithing and tailoring marvel that Tadrielus had never appreciated as much as now. He felt the soulfire flare to life behind him, its heat tinged with malice, and heard the noise of the outside grow clearer. "Better than...

Tadrielus was not surprised that the book did not mention the dark creatures in the cave, but he had hoped, foolishly, that it might. All in all it was a full history, but not a very exciting one by the time his eyes shut and he fell off to sleep. The room itself was calming, with gentle orange...

Tadrielus' brow creased at the illustration. "That was before even my time." Green eyes, paled only slightly by age, scanned over the image time and time again. It did not leave much room for interpretation. A thousand years was a long time, plenty of time to misremember and rewrite history...

"I would not expect to be awoken at dawn, if that is what you mean," he leaned back against the smooth-carved wall. "This is probably the biggest decision they've had to make in centuries." And then, he gave a small chuckle. "It really is quite brash of us to come sailing in and offer such...

Tadrielus flipped his face back to one of pleasant acceptance. “Of course,” he said, folding his alabaster wings close to his back. “We are happy to abide by the laws of this city so long as we are guests.” The last phrase was a pointed ever so gently at Caliane. They were not in a position to...

"It may," he said with shared concern. "Ironic that those running out of time take so long to do things." He enjoyed his own black humor in his nearly 700-year-old heart. The sky continued to darken, and he found himself thinking more about the monsters they had faced in the cave. The darkness...