Recent content by Te'leis

"I'm here about the contract," you said - don't you remember? All around, the voices of many others filled the air. Business at the Black Talon was bustling this evening, and there was little need to pay much mind to anyone trying to listen in to details. Even an elf's ear would be hard pressed...

She bowed her head, and then turned her eyes back out the window. "Though I do not fight alongside my people or their allies against their foes, I do fight in this war along with them all the same. I have heard them speak, whispers of a great monster nearby, greater than most you would find in...

When morning come, only their routines would be what told them. There was no change with the rising of the Sun, the sky was too thick with clouds that now thundered and rained upon the broken land. But it would yield no crop, it would bring no life. Even the rain in this place worked to poison...

She hummed in tandem with her cousin-kin's sigh, and she sipped from her tea as though to taste of the spoken memory. She had been in the western woods, she could see those lands in her mind, but she had never been to this place called Lithrim. But though Mave remained somewhat illusive in her...

Her eyes lifted up, meeting with Mave's, and for a moment there was a glimmer. For so long she had dwelt in this once sacred place, only ever alone, only ever dwelling on the dire failure of the past. Only in battle had she lived in the moment. Until now. "Let us be thus," she responded, and...

She nodded, moving back then to prepare them each the same chosen flavour. Hot water rose then near to the rim of each mug, one soon finding its place in Mave's grasp. "I have been to the western woods. It is very beautiful," she said as she took her seat. She lifted the steaming cup to her...

She set her boots aside. "I have dwelt here for some time now, but this... place," she gestured around them, "no, this is not my home." As though she perceived Mave's desire for something comforting, Sára'úri stood from where she was seated, and now barefoot, made her way close to the fire...

She stopped. Straightened up in her seat some, leaving her boot half undone. Her eyes drifted to the fire, now burning quite healthily, and there her gaze lingered for a moment. "A dream," she echoed quietly, hardly a whisper and more of a breath. Her eyes turned back to Mave and her head...

She stepped in and gestured for Mave to make herself comfortable, gently closing the door behind her. She set her helm on the table just by her, and then stepped over toward the window, pulling a tattered drape over it. She cast a glance and a soft smile to Mave as she read aloud, and then moved...

She stopped. She turned as Mave did, and came to the chamber's entryway to wait while her newfound companion made herself familiar with where she had found herself. "A choir," she echoed in affirmation, though she said little else for a few moments. She too took a moment to look into the...

"Sára," she replied, "Sára'úri." Likewise, she shared no moniker, for in her mind there was only one she held, and it was one of shame, one to be left unspoken. "If it is forgiveness you seek, Maveriel Valthoras, you will find it a distant thing in these lands. Your rewards will likely be...

"No," came her reply, abrupt and quiet, almost a whisper, "it is not." Sára'úri remained in place as Mave approached. Her gaze remained on her as she stepped nearer, following her movements with only her head and eyes, studying her all the while. To the Aerai, this other elf looked to be of the...

Though she made no movement, no indication which would betray it, she was indeed startled by the sudden voice behind her. But in it she heard only caution and benevolence. With focus she perceived the faint footfalls of what could only be elf-kin, but it was a presence she did not recognize in...

Whispers in the camps. Stories. Proclamations of those who, by their own admission, should never had made it back alive. But she saved them. They could not say who. Her face was covered by the mask of a dark helm, and a shadow cast by her hood. But her sword glimmered as one of the...