Recent content by Vel'duith Voiryn

Vel’duith took a reflexive half-step backward as Voe abruptly stepped toward her, arching a snowy eyebrow quizzically. Her posture relaxed again just as quickly, realizing instantly that he meant no harm. Her pupils were indeed like pencil points in the indirect sunlight. “If I manage to...

Vel'duith nodded, listening intently as the tiefling discussed the provenance of the salt and pepper he had used, making mental notes to jot down when she next got back to her notebook and quill. She was eating more quickly now, though still in a practiced, relaxed, methodical fashion, taking...

Vel’duith’s eyes widened for a split second, appraising this next horror with a laconic arch of a snowy eyebrow and a slight twitching grimace. Then she launched up out of her horse stance into a full sprint, riding a second wind of sheer desperation. She hopped atop the narrow tile seam left...

Melfa...? While she had yet to hear the name in clear association with a person, proceeding from the context in which it was dropped, Vel'duith's thoughts swiftly leapt to the towering dragon-woman who had lately arrived, who certainly looked as though she would draw attention on the surface...

Vel'duith nodded, her Mona Lisa half-smile reforming on her lips. She finished her gesture of apology with a flourish of her hands, gracefully resuming her usual languid, easy posture. "Voe it is, then. I suppose I had - hastily and rather ironically - assumed that a tiefling might have grown...

The dark elf grimaced at the admonishment- her silly attempt to break the ice had fallen worse than flat. She set the slab of under-mushroom back on the table and repeated her earlier gesture of empty palms and inclined head. "I apologize, ser, for giving you offense. I shall of course use...

The dark elf stood unfazed by the abrupt clamor of the tiefling's jolt and cry of surprise - it was hardly the first time she had caught someone unawares, after all - although she couldn't help broadening the half-smile on her thin lips into a bemused smirk. "Why, if merely walking the halls...

Having assumed that the least accessible shelves of the library would be the likeliest spot where any books of miscellany not of immediate interest to the Yaegir's work might be found, Vel'duith spent most of the wee hours scaling bookcases, plumbing the dustiest, most cobwebbed shelves...

Vel'duith searched her thoughts as she fled to the barracks, her unsashed robes billowing in her wake. If Sigrun had guessed what visit she had alluded to, she hadn't shown it, despite surely knowing of those sorts of tales of the drow. She herself had encountered accounts over and over again...

I. (17) Vel’duith shook free from her reverie, stretching languidly, then blinked in momentary confusion. She was not in the library anymore… but a crypt? And not the catacombs, either, judging by the fetid humidity and the verdant growth erupting from one of the walls. She stood slowly...

With a buttoned, fur-lined cloak and her cloaker-leather mantle covering her spidersilk robes and weapon-belt, freshly shod in a barely broken-in pair of warm, sturdy leather boots, and her wide-brimmed spidersilk hat pulled down as far as she guessed decorum might allow, Vel’duith Voiryn stood...

Vel'duith nodded, her expression darkening, and her eyes casting downward. Of all the questions, why that one? "It is. I... before today, I have only ever been on the surface once before, at... at the very end of my youth. There... there was no moon at all that night... and justly so." The...

A light, almost musical half giggle slipped Vel'duith's thin lips at Sigrun's seeming jest. She inclined her head towards the skeptical dwarf, now grinning almost conspiratorially. "If such be your wish, who am I to judge? Dwarven fortitude and masochism are legendary! Though, being...

The words spoken snapped Vel'duith from her half-meditative state. She smiled, somewhat sheepishly, considering she had just let a dwarf sneak up on her completely unawares. As well as Sse'elah's guide-tabby, from the soft murring a few feet away, and... was that fur floating in the bathwater...

Vel'duith silently welcomed the sudden commotion pouring out to greet the hunting party. The perfect opportunity to slip in and get a hot bath ahead of the impending rush! She nonchalantly opened the barracks door, proceeding to her corner chair. She shrugged off and hung her mantle, gathered...