Recent content by Valborast Valchek

Valborast wasn't quite sure how to take the comments except with a quietude that bordered on passe, the sense of cool bordering on the typical aloofness, yet not quite there, a wry smile supplanting that dourness that normally etched thin lips. Another draw of the wine, a swirl, a hand fished...

"Assuredly so," Valborast said, reaching for a wineskin at the small of his back as if it were an arrow to notch. Unfastened the wineskin and began to pour for his mirthful company. "You should wear red. Helps. Don't tell anyone, but with the amount of times people throw wine at me, well, it...

Nudged so in the boot, ribbed by mention of Parshen's opinion, Val did scoff lazy and languid, yet not his so familiar utterances of haughty derision. There some wry whimsy to the sound. Val picked up the bottle, mostly spent to flood a marsh of sorrows, and span it in clockwise motion in the...

Valborast's eyes provided what retort was to be had to Faramund's comment, a brief flash of devilish menace, a slight curl of a liar's smile did emerge at the word, 'disconcerting' being uttered. "Still young is the night," Valborast did quietly utter more to himself in drole tones more than to...

"Excellent, good, outstanding," Valborast stated quickly, familiar with the quality of the pour and the veracity of the port to his request of strength. As the pleasing pour to both ear and eye did give brief solace and respite to the challenge awaiting, appropriate coins placed for the rich...

In fortunate circumstance, Valborast would have kept a broad distance between himself and the celebrations currently unfolding. Yet, for Valborast, fortune had not turned his way. A simple bet between himself and Parshen, the librarian, had gained an additional consequence as the ante had been...

Valborast watched as the weaving of the Darkness demonstrated it's part in elucidating the issue. And listened, as directed. Senses keen, he did attend the spellcraft's intricacies, listening for murmurs in the patterns, feeling for peculiar matters in the strange matter of deathly Weave. The...

Valborast seated himself, a shroud of flowing reds that settled with all poise. Book placed to his left with careful softness, his palms placed upon the table flat, he listened and gauged the mood and morale of the inquiring knight. No shock upon hearing the prospect of a such an occurrence...

Valborast was torn between the sensation of his ego being encouraged by such deference and his plans soon to become frustrated; his fingers curled about his comfort read protectively as if this snagging of his time would waylay him from such reassuring reading. But of course, the prospect of...

Contained within the pages so bound and protected were myriad ways to knowledge's grace, arranged by category and placed just so to tempt the curious and studious mind to peer deep upon their matters. From all manner of arcane practice, to swordplay, cooking or medicine, all kinds of academic...

Valborast allowed the genuine sentiment well meaning to flare up his cynicisms, but allowed such sensation to pass in favour of being malleable to the motion of conversation. This wasn't to be some great outpouring, Valborast thought, very much intending the internal pun, yet, if I wanted to be...

"Ah," Valborast said, becoming theatrical in his accompanying gesture, gaze averted yet hands making wide sweep of the air towards the glass, "There's much bumbling that's been, and yet to be done still, no doubt," Valborast did say, and made small sip of his glass, blinking, as if remembering...

Four glasses supped upon, three unfavourable reviews delivered that were charitable only in how brief they were, with a fourth germinating inside Valborast's wits as the glass was replaced onto merchant counter. Before Valborast could enjoy the sound of his own voice, two palms of heavy hands...

Casks of wine awaited their assessment by judges unknown, each barrel presented by prospective makers and vendors who stood awaiting the fateful moment for the mystery judges to arrive to their stall. The public were tended to for a nominal fee at the entrance of the event, a small stamp upon...

Valborast didn't react, except by twinge of his right eyebrow upwards, perhaps from sting of alcohol's touch, perhaps from the familiar voice making inquiry. A sigh, shoulders heavy from toils. A deeper pull from glassware that did drain the vine's end product. A heavy clunk, near enough to...