Recent content by Vilen Blackhart

Vilen flinched at the sound of the glass breaking, dodging backwards away from the counter. His reaction time did nothing to help the situation, except to save him from splashed with the tincture. His nose wrinkled up at the smell of what must've been oxymel used to preserve the herbs - vinegar...

His smile peeled away into a chuckle, a rough but warm sound. "And here I didn't even have to sing for it. What a steal," Vilen responded, taking the woman's offered hand. There were no gloves to cover up his clawed grasp. Raising his other hand in plain view, he waggled his fingers - a playful...

The apothecary's apprentice was taking a long time with his order. Vilen didn't recognize the rosy-cheeked dwarven woman behind the counter, so he figured her to be new. That suited him just fine - it was hot and ocean-muggy outside, and though the day was crowded there wasn't much coin changing...

All of a sudden, Vilen found himself annoyed. The end of his tail flicked erratically. Here he was trying to do the right thing for once, but that smile the lady gave him... well, he'd worked with enough nice ladies in his time to know what it meant. "Yeah, you look like the sort," Vilen...

"Hey now, watch the horns," Vilen complained as he got a good scruffing from the stranger. He ducked low to get out of it, clawed hands smoothing down the strands of hair that had been dislodged. And so Vilen was, if only momentarily, disarmed. By the time he had recovered, the elven lady was...

The satisfying clink of coin, barely heard above the lapping waves, the shift of fabric that could've been the wind as one woman's pocket got a little lighter, and Vilen's got a little heavier. From the weight of it he could tell it was only a handful of coppers, barely enough to buy a single...

The trinkets on display did not appeal much to Vilen; it was difficult to get excited about beaded bracelets and the like when he knew the girls who wove them, and it was the same old designs at every other vendor. Perils of being a local. So instead, he was in the habit of tracking down the...

This guy was full of questions. Lucky for him then, that it was not in Vilen's nature to lie. He was no good at it, and so he had learned to avoid it all together. "Sure I know, I was born here. Well, not here in this valley, but..." With a clawed finger, he pointed Northwest, through the high...

Vilen hummed sympathetically when the big guy admitted to not remembering who he'd been. "What about a name?" He asked, blasé as he led the way down the road, not banking on an answer. "Mine's Vilen." He knew some stuff about illness and healing. The things that caused a person to lose their...

The big guy was so calm. He spoke in even cantor, not moving one way or the other. It made Vilen antsy. He turned round to face the guy again, but couldn't stay still. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, wondering how many questions he could really afford to answer before the...

The guy took his hand off his sword. Vilen mirrored the movement, lowering his own empty palms back to his side. In the moment of stillness that followed, he got a better look at the traveler. The man in front of him was clearly a dangerous sort. Big, red, with glowing eyes and fighting gear...

For a triumphant moment, it seemed like Vilen was in the clear. Then he came upon a traveler on the road. One who looked much nastier than the old man he'd just left behind. "Whoa there!" Pulling his momentum back, Vilen scrambled to a stop in front of the stranger. A nervous smile stretched...

A track road in the Allir Reach, sometime in the past... Along the edge of the wagon-rutted road, on the other side of a half-rotted fence, stood a gnarled old apple tree. It was one of the few landmarks of note, in a countryside otherwise dominated by thickets and barley fields. Small, yellow...

The hand offered by Ressver was taken cordially. Rough and dry as the other man's grip was, Vilen couldn't help but soak up the warmth provided, even as his name was poked fun at. "Uh-huh, exactly like that. Easy to remember, yeah?" he agreed cheerfully enough, though his returning smile was...

With a nod of thanks, Vilen accepted the offered bottle. Unfortunately he still had the bad manners to sniff at the brew, before taking a sip. The little bit he imbibed was cool and yeasty; a mead of middling amber, that might as well have been ale for how indistinct its fragrance was. Still...