Recent content by Tisikleos Miles

Tisikleos rose above the waters on a spire of seaweed in time to see Reese snap her fingers. The flame consumed all it touched, men screamed as they burned, and Tisikleos’ pert lips pressed together as she raised an eyebrow. But for the fact the enemies of her husband’s crew were the ones who...

One ship cracked with a reverberant snap of its’ rudder, too chock full of vines and seaweed for the amount of pressure the helmsmen placed on the wheel. Screams rustled from the crew, as it slammed diagonally into the initial cargo vessel, the bait vessel. Wood splintered against wood, both...

From their vantage point in the Crow's Nest, Corrigan gripped a loop of stitched cloth on the back of Tisikleos' belt. He hollered as one of the attacking ships careened in an odd direction, the crew on deck scrambling so below them, barely pinpricks. Mages swept water about the sides of the...

Bile rose in Tisikleos’ throat when the flashes of crimson and flame and broken planks in her vision began to clear in a quickened succession. A quick furrow of pain, scampering? No, a small fire whipping through wood. Proximity and perpetuity, mayhap? Tisikleos’ hand gripped the rail beside...

Again the spray, the salt-tang, which curled her blonde locks and dappled pale skin in freckles from the reflected sun. Near enough to the isle to feel the itch of its’ cornucopia of needs crawl up her spine, Tisikleos found no comfort in the proximity. The fathoms brought with them a furrowed...

“I know of some architects and masons back in Elbion, Anatha may know how to get hold of them without endangering Tuuli or I. I could pop off and procure a few of them… if we’re quick I do think we can get back without being seen.” Tisikleos’ brow furrowed. She’d yet been back to Elbion since...

“Then they’re welcome. They’ll all have a home with us, each mouth is a blessing.” That was her Aedan, adopting the lot of the lost ones, or any really who had less family than a speck on a dream. Tisikleos did mental arithmetic counting current supplies, stores, counting the new mouths. She’d...

The time was worse than the distance. Aedan always went off, it was his way. A way Tisikleos accepted as she accepted the warm breeze on her face. The salt of the sea peppered her nostrils. She held a chubby svelte haired toddler to her hip, giving the boy a kiss before passing him off to the...

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