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Vel’duith shot out her arm, trying to levitate him, but he was already too far away. She raised an illusion of an empty ledge before them, in case guards came to investigate the yell. She started to sign, but stopped-it would be better for the others to hear and not panic or overreact. Her...

Vel’duith rolled neatly around the corner into a crossbow shot, whizzing just past the invisible apprentice’s neck. Her free hand followed through, tossing a handful of sand toward him, giving the others something of an outline to aim at. An outline raising a wand… Dante Storta Szesh @J’rell...

Once outside and out of the magic-sapping sussurra field, Vel’duith put an illusion of empty courtyard with the chasm beyond between them and the nearest guard post. Then she took up the rear as they filed down the stairs. She stooped to drop a generous amount of black sand across the first...

Vel’duith quickly spoke in a soft voice. “A’ni Zathria - The queen’s life depends now upon our stealth. I believe there is a recessed pathway behind the tower on the route you likely took, with a sheer drop off? If the co'nbluth can stay reasonably silent long enough to get there, I can mask...

Vel'duith met Nimruil's sudden gaze with a slight bow and a polite flourish of palms. After all, the conversation seemed to be progressing from standoff to negotiation, so manners seemed to be in order. She still couldn't quite shake that nagging sense of déjà vu. Seeing a similar expression...

‘Vernutar’ doffed her hat, looking up at the archmage coolly, her garnet hued eyes seeking his curiously. There was something peculiarly familiar about old Nimruil’s voice, even though she had never had the pleasure of meeting him before. With the slightest of eye widenings, Vel’duith...

Vel’duith drew a breath when the archwizard stepped out onto the balcony above them, staff in hand. She may as well have found herself facing a fully aware troll within its talons’ reach. She tried to inconspicuously glance down at the umber hulk rug, when she realized her disguise had faded...

Vel'duith blinked a few times, flabbergasted at Sigrun's outburst. There was the expected concern for completing the mission. There was the unexpected concern for preserving her neck. Which was then explained by her companion's apparently thorough disbelief in the sincerity of her spoken...

She indeed still looked quite woozy and rather glaze-eyed, but her professional ego had gotten tweaked, and her silver tongue would hardly be deterred from a good debate by throbbing temples and the mere inability to focus her eyes properly. “Granted, abban, certainly, but here I might suggest...

Vel’duith gently tugged at Vyx’aria’s glove. “Valsharess, an observation. Note how one’s eyes are drawn upwards by the foyer’s design? Take care of where you step.”

Vel'duith's momentary chipper expression faded as Vyx'aria drew a sharp breath approaching the mage tower. She hurriedly cast a silence spell on the area between where they stood and the guard post they had earlier passed, hoping she would be quick enough to dampen the voice in at least that...

Velduith loped knock kneed after her 'mother,' as though she was hiding having soiled herself, before they passed out of view and the queen beckoned her near. She smirked at the distant laughter as she resumed her normal, efficient gait, around a pace and a half for each of Vyx'aria's strides...

The woozy drow eased gingerly onto the cot, fingers wincingly assuming a tantric shape, drawing in what was meant to be a deep breath, up until the skill issue comment. She sat up and frowned. “Skill issue? Weapons are tools to keep oneself alive against unfavorable odds… if it’s beyond your...

Vel’duith calmly rose and faced Largo. “You asked why I am here. And duly I answer: I am here to repent. I swore myself to the Noct Yaegirs to that very end. And if I were truly of the murderous mind you now accuse me of, you and your sister would surely have died under a bed. I deeply...

The gate opened, and both guards stepped out to better watch, hands on weapons, but chuckling. The lead guard ventured to Vyx’aria, “Another candidate ripe for the cadre, malla’ilhar?” While the laughing guards were facing fuming mother and stammering daughter, a curling dweamor faded in...