Recent content by Viktoriya Antonov

Oh, that smile, she was up to something, that was for certain, perhaps she should have phrased her words a tad little better. Alas, one reaps what they have sown, what ever Zalandria was now thinking it was to an extent her duty to listen. Interestingly enough she didn't make some sort of joking...

The reaction was rather cute if she had to give it a word, Vicktoriya stifling a small chuckle as the surprised elf calmed down and explained her certain problem. "Well, you know what some say, reading never hurt anyone... directly that is". The nun placing a finger to her chin, thinking about...

So much had changed since her last visit to the elvish home lands, yet so much was still the same. She often forgot how different their way of live was for the humans, it was honesty a nice change of pace. Instead of flat walled city with stone and brick structures most of Fal'Addareth melded...

I look forward to it

Sounds like quite the intriguing meeting and discussion is in order then

I've been revamping this old character of mine and wouldn't mind doing a story were she returns to Falwood

Did this man ever shut up? The dribble of words coming from the 'patato wizard' was starting to become annoying. Still her smiling expression did not change, her act unwavering through the entire conversation. All in all a small price to pay in order to get a chance at this strange artifact...

The merchant man was certainly into potatos, maybe a little more then one should realistically be, was it some sort of fetish? She didn't really want to know, just focusing her attention on Klor, while having a small bit keep and eye on the strange dark skinned man trailing behind. As they...

A nice warm meal did sound kind of nice, herself giving a nod towards the merchant looking man when the offer came, but her focus was still on the strange being laying on the ground in front of them. Though not really knowing what 'it' was Vyrokia felt a lack of life from the being down on the...

This place, it was perfect, hardships in every form seemed to surround such a village. Bad living conditions, illnesses, food shortages, crime and much more, it was the perfect picking ground for her cult. Just the mere mention of a clean place to stay and food would probably be more then enough...

Klor Bishop Am i to late to join in on this?

"... perhaps it would be best to talk elsewhere", she wasn't fully understanding what Molthal meant, for now just focusing on getting the still injured man to a relatively safe area. She recalled passing a village not long ago before coming here, no doubt the local church would be willing to...

Conversation was, slow at beast, as the talked herself able to somewhat recognize the orcish tongue the being spoke. Not a language she had the chance or need to learn, those from the tribes were usually distant, outsider were not always the most welcome. It just brought more questions as to...

With the sun came a small amount of relief, but still, a bitter chill gripped the land, herself still forced to use her magic in order to stay warm. During the early morning giving up a small pray to Bel-Ayya, thanking him yet again for the powers of destructive flames and possibly leading her...

Lost, that was what most would say upon seeing the red clothed women wandering through the snowy wilderness, no sense of direction in step, nor any apparent effort to select land marks to stage ones journey. No, the women just walked, anywhere, no goal in mind, just putting one foot in front of...