Recent content by Varian Armata

Despite their situation and the sudden shifting and moving of the pieces in this little game, Varian kept calm, shifting back into his metallic form once more as they sped off again. He glanced momentarily at Mariana, giving her a nod in reassurance. His eyes shifted, catching sight of a giant...

Varian found himself at a crossroads with their group. He could follow Mieri's lead and speed past everyone with little regard, focusing on his success. Or he could hang back here; Mariana seemed to want to take a slow pace; how she handled herself within the city was the complete opposite of...

Varian's ensured his covering was more than adequate, keeping it still and using his own body to help protect against the pouring oil. That was his initial plan, but an idea sprang into his mind just before they were ready to pour the heated liquid onto him and the others. Like a discus...

"They had no means to injure me like this. I am unscathed. But, I was ready to save you on the slight chance your position was compromised." He offered a shrug, tone flat. That spry tone was flattened by the dense metallic coldness vibrating from his form's depths. Varian kept this up not to...

Varian kept up the wooden covering, swiveling his head repeatedly to ensure he had everyone else covered. He did not mind the arrows as they stuck into the wood of his makeshift shield. Once at the base of the wall, Varian let Mariana do her thing, murmuring in amazement at how the painting came...

In the room beside Everleigh, it was less a brawl and more of an exercise in futility. Varian watched as a guardsman brought his mace down onto his head. He met the blow with his own, fist striking at the head of his weapon, shattering the steel with the force of his impact and sending the...

Varian's lips quirked into the barest of smirks. He hated to admit it, but deep down, situations like this thrilled him. It was a chance to showcase his powers and deliver swift justice to the wicked, much like those books he used to gorge his mind with when he was a child. The dark elf...

Varian remained silent, shaking his head at Mieri's statement. Perhaps this was a competition, but even if it was, that innate desire to protect made it difficult for him to strike it out on his own. He would do his best to keep up with her while maintaining pace with the other two. He made it...

"That is fine, so she was taken. That is all I needed to know." Varian shook his head; it was something he did not foresee. He assumed he would be the only one taken and his teammate would be free to roam once the slavers left. This wasn't good. That worry in his head became more and more...

"Simple does not mean easy." Varian stretched his limbs, the large initiate warming himself up with the dismissal from the lieutenant. There was more to this assignment than was let on, but it was not of his concern just yet. This was just another task to be completed, something Varian was keen...

"They are more than welcome to try." Varian's back stood unwavering straight as his hands tightened into fists. He did not heed the other captive's words, head swiveling to detail out every minutia of the room. Every time he scanned the area and saw no sign of Everleigh, his worry grew...

"Pleasure to meet you?" Varian tilted his head, flinching as if anticipating food particles to hit him as she spoke. His confusion soon subsided, however, as she mentioned being able to create a door, blue eyes widening. "That...would be the best course of action if you can manage it! Thank...

Varian jolted, shoulders tensing at the loud call of his name. He scratched the back of his head, tilting to glance at Mieri. It wasn't all bad to be noticed; if he could aid another initiate and perhaps keep them from harm, then all the better. "What did you have in mind, Mieri, right?" The...

Varian caught a glance of Emil, his eyes narrowing as he committed the face to memory. He did not like the look of him, but for the sake of the operation, he will remember it for now. He fell in line, marching with the others as they were taken away. The crowd of rowers had physiques that...

So this was a test. They were here for that and nothing more. Varian kept at the back of the group of ambitious initiates; his arms kept crossed, accompanied by a slouched posture. His attire was light, with a sleeveless tunic that hugged tightly against his form, almost like a second skin with...