Recent content by Talya

Anirian indoctrination techniques were some of the best in the world. Despite her abuse, Talya could not shake the sense of loyalty to Vel Anir that had been branded into her. She had been raised with reverence to the greatest empire, lead by the greatest families. She was not worthy of it, a...

Talya noted Cenric's demeanor pointedly. It did not seem like he was angry with her for blowing their cover, though she knew that punishment could come later. Regardless, she obeyed his command, and drew her hand up, her fingers pulling at invisible threads to move the water away from their...

Leave a set of eyes here. A curious choice of words. Talya did not think she would be permitted to stay here if Cenric left. Did he have other agents he could call on? Were they here now? Could Cenric perhaps spy passively on places he had been? The questions tumbled forth and were just as...

Talya hadn't had much better success while Cenric was interrogating their subject. The man with the too-nice clothing and shave had turned out to be just a novice trader, who had fallen on hard times just long enough to to be driven to cheap drink, though not long enough for his clothing to...

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The tavern was as dim as the rest of the Underbridge and equally rank. It was not the sort of place one came to if they could afford any other option, and judging by the patrons, they could not. Clothing was uniformly damp and dingy, hair was plastered back by sweat and seawater, and belongings...

"A spy?" She blurted. Cenric had not chastised her for speaking thus far and she was running with it. "Then Vel Anir is after two individuals." A clear demarcation between the city and herself, though this was not out of spite for the powers that had abused her. On the contrary, it was those...

Talya nodded, sending the light splashing across her skin as though she were partially submerged. She followed Cenric, keeping close to his heels to avoid being separated in the current of citizens. A body brushed her shoulder roughly, pushing to get past, then a short woman almost trod on her...

Talya looked at Cenric, looked at the bag, and then back to the Dreadlord. She knew she did not need to take the food, that Lord Cenric would beat her or scold her for refusing. She also knew that this couldn't be a cruel trick and that Lord Cenric would not punish her for accepting food. She...