Recent content by Vilen Blackhart

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...

Despite his prior bellyaching, Vilen was in a good mood. He even let out a laugh when the man insisted that he didn't bite. "Interesting, that's usually my line." At the warm invitation, he took the staircase up, stepping past the other man onto the balcony. Grabbing the iron bars and heaving...

The shadows always did a disservice to Vilen. They turned his features gaunt and strange, red eyes soaking up any lantern light and reflecting it back with flashing glint. To counteract this effect, he usually whistled an aimless tune, or kicked a stone solidly down the middle of whatever path...

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