Recent content by Veena

The other players around the table glanced at one another. If Veena hadn't done her research on them before agreeing to meet and do business, she might have thought they were communicating mind to mind. Instead she knew that the little crime gang - The Sand Snakes as they styled themselves -...

The Palace's party stretched far beyond the ballroom into the antechambers and rooms beyond as groups broke off, seeking a place for quiet conversation, private moments and - of course - more illegal activities. It was in one such room thick with smoke despite the doors that opened out onto the...

The docks were quiet at this time of night though the lights were still on in the nearest taverns. Inside would no doubt be gambling, drinks and whores. Those taverns never had a cut off point for sailors never slept if they could help it. Veena wasn't a sailor. At least, not in the traditional...

"I know, I know!" Veena muttered as Biscuit launched into a long speech on the perils of hubris. To most people listening the language was a series of clicks, squeaks, and tiny little growls. A few patrons who also happened to be walking this time of night gave them odd looks as they passed but...

Veena might have been drunk but Biscuit certainly wasn't, and the dragon was at the end of its tether. He wanted to go home, curl up in his pile of gold, and forget about the humiliating experiences of the day. So when Veena paused as though she were tempted by the idea he looked at her like a...

Veena wasn't so stupid that she would reach into her satchel and begin waving around the very thing she had stolen in this fair city, but she wasn't above showing off other trinkets she had stolen across the years. So she paused at the strangers words and eyed him up, weighing up whether or not...

"Tell us another! C'mon Veena!" Veena was a good three tankards down by this point and when she stood there was a slight sway to her walk. With the help of two strong arms she was lifted onto the bar and passed another drink which she used to wet her lips once again. "Alright, this one I...

"... And then Biscuit here spread his wings and she pure shat herself!" The room of the Stampeding Camel was full to the point of bursting with the inn keep having to now turn away customers from the door lest it get to the point his serving girls couldn't even make it through to serve the...

Getting out was a whole lot easier than getting in. Veena gently eased the window as shut as she could from the outside which meant leaving an annoying, finger width, gap but unless someone was really looking for the route of an escape artist they would barely notice it until months had passed...

"Yes, yes I'm hurrying, Biscuit! Does it look like I'm simply sitting here having a Osa?!" Veena huffed. She had wanted to leave the empty shell behind so that there was no hint she or anyone else had touched the lamp, but it appeared there were several enchantments around it she hadn't banked...

When the door at the other end of the hallway opened, Veena quickly opened the door she was pressed to and slipped inside the same moment mother and child were leaving. "Well done!" she beamed to the cloaked dragon who proceeded to knock a whole stack of books over when the eyeholes moved just...

Veena gave the dragon two thumbs up from her position by the crack in the door. Biscuit gave a long suffering sigh in retort. Sometimes, the little dragon wondered who exactly was in charge in this duo. Wasn't it meant to be him? He had rubbed the lamp after all and set her free, yet here they...

Veena cursed underneath her breath and quietly shut the door she had cracked open to get a better look at who she was dealing with. She couldn't stay out here in case someone happened along the corridor but bursting into the library would give away her position. Why hadn't she thought a little...

"He just has it on his mantlepiece like some kinda... some kinda trophy, Biscuit!" The small green dragon looked up at her from his small but mighty stash of gold pieces he had collected over the years. A small little rag he used to polish them hung from his mouth. To anyone else, the dragon...

Biscuit belched. For any other punter it wouldn't have been looked at twice, but for the small green dragon it was enough to send a plume of flame towards the roof and make the tavern keeper jump up with a curse, patting at his smouldering eyebrows. The Anolli, realising its mistake, rushed...