Recent content by Vel'duith Voiryn

Vel'duith seemed taken aback by the utter frivolity. It seemed like these dwarves valued peace, quiet, and the sanctity of a locked door over the very life they had saved. The faintest degree of shrillness entered her voice as she objected. “To be fair, Ser Rubyaxe: we only disturbed the...

Vel’duith said nothing about the queen apparently discarding her idea, silently biding her time as the misfit circus snaked and glowered through mazes of decades-hardened fisher detritus. She also seemed to nearly melt into the shadows as they walked, her cloak’s mottling making it difficult to...

Vel’duith felt the strength in those hands and couldn’t help but grin despite herself. Perhaps a long massage would help warm her new friend against the chill of the mountain-keep… “I would not complain for that! Though I fear most seem not to know what to make of me quite yet…” <FIN>

Vel’duith considered the volatility of such a mixture of reagents and her garnet eyes widened. Now there were only two questioners flipping like spinning coins caught in some elliptical orbit close before her. “Without some manner of reduction to act as a reverse catalyst? I feel fortunate...

While the queen and the dragon-kin had their close conversation about the potentially apocalyptic egg of Neha the Destroyer, and the sell-sword and general played catch with stare-daggers, Vel’duith unstoppered a flask and took a quick sip of dwarf-ale, then fished out a broken piece of the...

Vel’duith stirred groggily, stiffly, a bit painfully. The world spun in triplicate, with three leather-aproned drow rummaging and insulting her gear… “What… no! It was commissioned from Jael’brin, near House Suulet-Jabar. Only my boots are dwarven… am I still in the city?” She sat up...

Vel'duith nodded at Vyx'aria's assertment. "Six disguises shall be taxing indeed, Valsharess. But I have lived all this past moon under the sun..." Her hat still held in her hand, it was apparent that she wore her hair not in any house's style, but in a simple, precisely even plait, its curt...

Absently rubbing her neck, Vel’duith softly spoke. “I can disguise you, if you wish it. Her voice, though, A’ni. All know it. The gates would be risky. Hence my leading you to the sewer, the most discreet entry I know. But… now that you mention Astathar… perhaps potions of diminution...

Vel'duith peered out into the lower city from the jutting end of the side chute she had diverted to during the escape from House Suulet-Jabar. It swayed gently from side to side, which really should have been the diminutive drow's warning. But she was exulting in the moment, finally free again...

Vel'duith's eyes met hers, the initial shock of reaction giving way to understanding and recognition, almost though she was trying to nod through her locked gaze. It would be fairly obvious that this was not a novel experience for her. She still weakly collapsed in a heap after being released...

"I cannot help but wonder what plan you had to gain entry, and why you even planned to do so without knowing where in the city to look for your missing mage. I agree with A'ni Zathria that it would not do for any of us to be seen in the streets. I do not intend to step foot outside the...

That’s great! I’ve been working with Dark and Sreeya on some of the current threads, and yes, Nimruil may just be more involved than is comfortable for our near-future gutter pinball… please feel free to toss a ping in Discord! My overall Discord tag is percolated1 or Threecups the Caffeinated...

Vel'duith kept uncharacteristically quiet on the walk to the tower. She marveled anew at the tingle the various wards and glyphs before and below the entryway gave her, as well as the precise, barely audible whir of perfectly mated gears and perfectly straight rods as the locks opened. Dwarven...

He's not a player, he just crush a lot. *ducks*