Recent content by Thraah

The door to the tavern swung open and cast a hush over the crowd of attendees. Eyes cast newly towards the doorway saw the short, stout frame backlit with blazing eyes. When it spoke it spoke an Elf dialect from the Amon Khaleet. "Naanur heh anlon?* *Hey! Where are you?* She took a step into...

Blind date with Vyx'aria Since the tea party turned out to be a brawl and the Alliran sense of humour was about as real as a ghosts fart Thraah had sought entertainment in this strange ritual. More religions, more gods she couldn't name and who knew what else. With a huff after the red woman...

Thraah took a deep breath and steadied herself before the other leaders. They outranked her in Command but many of them gave deference to her Dreadlord status as she let them know of Faustina's terms. The talks took a while and before long they were in the command tent sitting about a table...

"Yeah, yeah look don't thank me yet. You haven't seen the Vel's." The noble folk weren't likely to take lightly to a Cortosi holy woman suddenly living among them. "Just don't try to convert anyone or anything okay? Folk will make trouble for you if you do." Standing, up Thraah checked her...

Thraah's brow furrowed in concern. This was more god-stuff and all she saw was a woman who had a great deal of courage, an understandable amount of nerves and terrible headaches. And Thraah had plans for her next destination that she felt would not suit Faustina. "Your Sun-god told you to...

"Just a moment but I think you should take a seat all the same." Gently Thraah ushered Faustina onto the sole chair in her tent and knelt beside her, hand on her arm for what reassurance she could offer. Without much effort at all she lowered the temperature of the tent interior fearing a fever...

"Hey!" Thraah's hand waved before Faustina's face and she clicked her fingers three times. "You good? Do need to sit down or something?" Watching the other woman go away for a moment frightened her and the concern showed on her face. "Yeah the fighting is over so like, relax a minute or...

Thraah rose and stood right under Faustina's chin looking up at her. "Yeah, well... what am I supposed to do?" Turning in the tent she went to the entrance and leaned an arm at one of the posts. "It's a fucking disaster and if I didn't do my duty it would be worse. At least... at least while...

"Well..." She half rolled her eyes at herself and held up her hands. "I'm not most Anirian's. My family came from the Amon Khalit so I have a different view of all this." Gesturing to her vague surroundings Thraah huffed at herself. She didn't mean to get so upset but Faustina was so...

When she looked up at the priest Thraah saw conviction, the kind so certain she knew it could not be defeated and it crashed against the shore of her being like a wave because she knew a truth if her own that blossomed in her understanding even then. The back of her hand wiped away the snot...

Thraah did not know what that meant. "I don't know what that means. Why would a god forgive me for killing their followers?" Her voice hung between willowing self pity and frustrated self anger. The bottle she put back on the small table where she decided to leave it. "What kind of God is...

"That sounds..." *Boring?* "... I don't think I could do that. I enjoy life too much." It did not escape Thraah how much her questions challenged Faustina so. Gently she leaned forward looking up at the other woman. "I'm sorry. The gods are hated in Vel Anir. I ask because I hear much but know...

That was creepy so she kicked up the heat in herself to radiate a bit of warmth and chase the chill out again. Thraah leaned back a bit as Faustina locked eyes with her. This was sounding a bit beyond her and this level of devotion was a bit upsetting to witness. "Uh right." She was beginning...

"Huh." Religions were funny, Thraah sometimes found herself thinking of her parents gods, the little shrine they sung to. She didn't remember the names and thinking about it now she didn't know if she ever asked. "So you're a priest who sings to your uh sun... dad? Does he ever like..." It was...

"Oh yeah, destiny eh, well I don't know about that." It felt a bit like a lie. She did know something of it. The gemstone that fueled her powers, which was now sewn into her chest, was just a massive ruby until she touched it and it started to beat like a heart. Her Momni had said they found...