Recent content by Tharion Araelor

"Don't tell me what to..." But he had to shut up and take the opportunity. Tharion had seen the opening the instant Eryx created it. He lunged forward as the creature twisted onto its side, tail whipping wildly. His focus narrowed to the pulsing blue glow beneath the Nephilon's ribcage...

"Fuck. What have you led me into?" The words were out before he could bite them back, raw frustration boiling over at the sight of the thing bursting from the stone. He had seen twisted creatures in the wastelands before, but this one was particularly wrong. It's limbs were too long, joints...

"Where else was I supposed to fucking go?" he growled. He knew the man was referring to him chasing them from the camp, not across this underground chasm. He didn't feel like repeating that the dragon blood had threatened him in his camp. Nor did he want to explain that he had been hired to...

Tharion watched Eryx leap without a word. The platform shuddering under the impact like it resented the weight. The Thagretian landed solid, then immediately bounded to the next crumbling slab, glancing back with that same cold, expectant stare. Tharion’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smirk...

The cavern swallowed sound like it was starving. Tharion stayed low where he’d landed, one knee braced against the uneven stone, the hilt of his sword found with his right hand. Dust still hung thick in the air, turning the faintest light from above into a hazy veil. His ribs throbbed in time...

The fall was sudden, merciless and yet - despite the panic - embarrassing. One heartbeat Tharion was striding forward eyes searching for the Thagretian. armoured back. The next, the ground simply wasn’t there. Wind roared past his ears. Stone walls blurred into streaks of gray and shadow. He...

The merchants’ scream cut through the night, shattering the fragile standoff. He'd been called worse than a thanny, but it did not help his temperament. Tiny was already running, huge legs pumping as he fled toward the black maw of the Broken Vaults. Grom lumbered after him, bellowing...

The answer came in a soft whisper. A blade being drawn. It caught the fire light as Tharion stepped forwards. "Not going anywhere. Staying right here." As Eryx's eyes adjusted to the fire light he would see the dull green shadow beyond the flames rise and fall. Breathing. Tharion glanced...

The wastelands stretched black and endless under a moonless sky. It was the kind of night where the cold sank teeth into bone and held on. Tharion Araelor crouched beside a meager fire of scavenged scrub. The flames were low and sullen, spitting sparks that died before they could climb. His...