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Veshli's features slashed into a mirthless grin, eyes flaring like cinders. After the flash of light and engulfing flames from above, Zathria rushed the room, quick as a fleeting shadow; all while Veshli's blood boiled with battlelust. This she could work with. Enough of this skulking business...

"So long as they don't bite the hand that feeds them," Lady Esther said with a sharp sneer. "I don't need my staff disappearing as well as any intruders. What checks and measures do you offer for your, ah, pets?" --- Meanwhile "How much fire you got? Can ye blow them all to smithereens if I...

Veshli's face grimaced, thick lips skewing aside, all while one cheek twitched upward in dismayed anticipation. Dogs. Of course it had to be dogs. She hated dogs. Hated cats too, but usually, they minded their own business. "Aye, I hear it. Damn beasts sound riled up all right." The air...

Veshli let out a long, drawn-out sigh. If only it was that easy. Calling them superiors might have been a bit of an understatement. Forgive me, Nykios, Astra and the rest of you lot. "Hah! If only I could. If only I could . . ." She let the matter drop there. Zathria was right; the...

Veshli scoffed in response; her hands wrapped around the rope, lowering herself to Zathria and the hidden door. "Not like I have a bloody choice in the matter." Perhaps more bile spewed out in her voice than intended, but at this point, she hardly cared. "My, uh, superiors sent me. A holy...

Veshli drew a long, nasal inhalation and pushed her chair back. She followed Zathria outside, dark-brown cloak billowing after her, thumbs hooked in her belt like she was taking a casual stroll, and not about to invade the premises of an unholy creature. "Gate then? Aye, if we can walk in the...

Veshli blew hair out of her face, but it didn't help much; other than communicate her blazé attitude. "Yeh, I took a gander. Big old castle with big old walls. Hard to climb, but not impossible. Sum locals gabbing about a secret entrance in the moat too, leading up to some well. I dunno, I'm...

"Well pinch me in the cheeks and call me a donkey's auntie. It looks like they just might." Her grin muted into a lopsided smirk, but her visible eye remained pinpointed and sharp, the other shrouded by silvery hair. "Whatcha looking to nab?" Zathria At'Arel

"More of-- eh, how can I put this . . ." She scratched her cheek, mulling it over, before something sharp entered her eye; and something even sharper parted her mouth in a vicious grin. "Let's say she is the job. How about that?" The rabid grin remained, searching Zathria for her intent. She...

Veshli had listened in silence to this whole exchange, feet on her table. The jester must be lacking work, she decided, to be pestering strangers at length with his thespian arts. Now she lowered her mug and wiped froth from her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oy, bell-head," she called out...

Veshli stared at the drow sitting down beside her; eyes looking fit to make good on her veiled threat. Then, like a crossbow firing without a bolt, Veshli's hardened features snapped loose, erupting into a mighty guffaw, slapping her own knee for added effect. "You're right, I probably did...

"Not yet." The voice that emerged from the hood was raspier than her youthful features would lead one to expect. Her throat croaked like it was near constricted by an excess in tobacco, spirits or scars from screaming; perhaps all three mingled together. She remained seated and unmoving, but a...

Like many towns near great evil, Insprith's people tended to be gruff and tense. Somehow, it seemed a universal rule too that such towns should have great ale. A redeeming factor to be sure. Hence why Veshli Xor found herself in the Fool's Judgement tavern. Veshli turned her hooded head...

By Daniel Kamarudin