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Vesryn followed quickly behind, charging into the room and to the only thug left to her. She pressed him inexorably into the wall, unceasing, with each breath the man's chest pressed smaller and smaller still forced so by Vesryn's shield and the press of her body into his. Finally, Vesryn...

Vesryn had heard the other light-footed female enter, but had remained quiet, and observed, keeping her breathing even. Vesryn was quiet, keeping a keen ear and half-opened eye on the woman. Though why she stuck her breastplate to the wall and threw daggers at it was beyond her. Practice...

Vesryn relented. It appeared killing the hive now was not going to be in the cards. She grunted, watching and listening. Pulling her braids back. Her grasp on the situation was indeed from an outsider. She followed the money, that was what kept meat in her belly. What else would you expect from...

Vesryn rolled her eyes, a feat indeed. She'd love to see his face when she actually accomplished such a thing. She crossed her arms as she listened to Mar'cal talk of dancing. Of the art and the waste of time and effort into creating something so frivolous. As Vesryn knew no dance, she couldn't...

Vesryn's lips were a neutral line. "I... My company? Mar'cal I assumed this was a job. I...did not dress the part." She looked down at herself with a wry smile. The part indeed. Though she cleaned up well enough. She wrinkled her nose. Was it her or did everyine else bathe in perfumed oils too...

Vesryn had entered the party with less trouble than she figured she would have been given. She was here to guard a new friend, someone who had taken a liking to her...brusque nature. She wandered about the hall, looking for Mar'Cal the Wanderer. She had decided to stick with her Orc armor, only...

Vesryn paused, noticing Erek Blackmore nod to her, in a subtle sort of way. She tilted her head, and nodded imperceptibly. Regarding him for a moment before turning her attention to Lia. "Not long at all. I will retire then." She was more than like to be resting, after she took a second look...

Vesryn chuffed, thus she had found the correct gathering of people. She watched the nervous fellow mention their new compatriot and tilted her head at the man with a pale eye. Sei. He didn't seem to be starving, perhaps still hungry though. She imagined a Dwarven feast could have been set out...

A day dawns and so too does the next chapter begin.

The tall figure of an armored being could be seen walking with an air of determination towards the dock, making a bee line for the ship in question. With ever fibre of her being she prayed they'd not sink in some terrible storm. Such an act of weather would no doubt sink her. The thought of...

It had taken Vesryn the better part of a week to weave her way back into Elbion, having been tapped on the shoulder by a familiar Innkeep blithering on about a lucrative job to be had. It tumbled around in her head as she traveled, the prospect and when she finally got there and found the point...

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I am Mikki! I do medieval reenactment, and have been Rping in and out of costume since I was 12. I'm 28 now so. 16 years? Gawds. I write my own novels, have several other rp outlets and find myself striving for something a little more unique and exciting. I sew, I paint, I leather craft...

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