Recent content by Velathina T'sarran

Velathina staggered to her feet and rested her left hand protectively on the egg beside her, glaring up through the stone barrier as though it were made of glass to meet Neha mind to mind. The Drow ignored the golden dragon at her back, her right hand slowly rising and falling as her voice and...

Velathina smiled at the egg as it settled into her arms, the joyful little life inside reaching out and enveloping her in a sense of playfungratitude that eased the pain in her weary limbs and made the usually stoic sorceress giggle in return. She stood in the eye of the storm, chaos whirling...

Velathina glared through the haze, moving through the rubble toward the source of the warmth with a baleful look in her eye and blood soaking the scarf protecting her skin from the ash winds from her empty socket. The Drow was moving under her own power -though for how long was anyone's guess-...

'There was,' Vel must admit, 'some benefit to being so often overlooked.' Whether it meant you missed out on suicidal assignments or dodged the wrath of an angry Dragonsworn because they ignored your existence in favor of your more bold companions, it all came down to a simple truth; there was...

Velathina circled around the man with the cumbersome pack, the unsettling smirk on his face that would have chilled a lesser being merely raising her hackles, the Drow sorceress bearing her teeth in a snarl as she circled around to the side, the mages accompanying her spreading out in a triangle...

Velathina was moving to follow Zathria At'Arel as she descended into the crevices, her senses screaming in warning at the sight of the tall human; too Calm, too Unmoved by the terror that had engulfed the survivors in the ruins. The armor he wore was old and ornate, and he was deep - deeper than...

Velathina sighed as she wiped the blade of her broadsword off on the cloak of a fallen daughter of House Avairl, her fine armor and trappings showing she had some standing in the aggressor house - not that Vel cared at all for the status of the dying elf from a soon to be dead House. The...

Velathina did not bother wasting time as the tunnels began collapsing, grabbing one of the male slaves by the hair and bringing him to the ground with a kick to the back of the knee. He struggled against her hold, terror outweighing a lifetime of ingrained behaviors and expectations, but the...

Velathina was reaching for her scaled haubrek and tattered half-cloak the moment the shaking stopped, pausing only a moment to dress and grab her equipment before darting out the door, falling in with the cadre of Drow being led by Commander Vyx’aria through the halls and down down to the deep...