Recent content by Violetta Amrita Primrose

Violetta's head whipped back at the sound of a man crying out to the group of fleeing adventurers. Her eyes widened as the monstrosity showed itself. Its intent was clear and not long after in full completion. She watched as they strode passed the beast that hunted and devoured the man whole...

She was unsure of what might begin to snap her out of her panic induced motionlessness. Even as Violetta made strides backwards, she didn't make very much progress at her current pace. The horned monstrosity seemed content to drink at her spilled blood and so maybe if she didn't agitate it, it...

The limb of the creature fell to her blade with unnerving ease. It hadn't even tried to avoid the blow. It just continued to be an impediment to their march, with the shark-thing as its main target. Her rage continued to boil. If it was going to let her kill it, then fine. It would be her...

Violetta had been one of the unluckiest, finding herself next to the extraordinary creature of flesh. Its cough had resonated as if it was in her ear. This was only because it was so close, if not nine and a half feet into the air. Move. Her left eye looked up at the grotesque mockery of a...

She went to speak again to the shark-thing when it uproared in a terrifying laugh. Her back foot slid backwards, blade being drawn with a deft and swift hand. She did not aim it at the creature but kept her eyes on him as her body finally forced itself to face him. What in the devils? What...

The tiefling arose to noises and scents that assaulted her with their despair fueled presences. She bolted upright, confused and terrified of the new nightmare she had woken to. A hand on the hilt of the sword she'd taken off a corpse not two days prior. She had been in the savannah, no? With...

She wished she hadn’t expected the response. So she could be happy about the desire he had to help. She should be, but, that was rarely the case these days. Violetta’d not been lying. She meant what she said about the kindness. But she still felt it was what people should do. They just didn’t...

Aye, i'll have a go.

She continued to pile dirt atop the bodies as Garrod laid them in their makeshift tombs. A dirt mound on the side of the road. Better than some got. Not what they’d anticipated, she was sure. “It is kindness. Some watch. Some leave. You put yourself in danger when it’s unnecessary. Our village...

She hadn’t responded immediately, still sitting through the wreckage. She drew out one of the few remaining weapons the caravan had, a dulling short sword, and slid it into her belt. The presence of the stranger came as a surprise, but she failed to show it. The whistle of the wind haunted the...

Aberresai Savannah - Northern Entrance to Falwood. Splintered wood. Broken wheels. Had to be more than wolves. Much more. Something giant, like a troll. Why would a troll be in the Falwood? It didn’t matter. Something of that size was the only real answer. Spilled goods. Smashed fruit...

She couldn’t believe her ears when the Dreadlord spoke. Was this his own way of taking his freedom back? There were no masters in death, after all. Her violet hand squeezed against the oak handle of the axe. It’s iron head shining in the silent son, a reminder of the oblivion she could deliver...

Her hood thrown from her head as the Dreadlord child spoke, she really didn’t know what to say to that. There was an expectancy of acceptance or a slight chance at him wishing to be forgiven, but none of those things carried on his words. It was as if the boy had preordained the hanging. Wanted...

Brazen of them to fire without questions. They knew they were in the wrong, then. Made her decision easier. In for a penny, in for a pounding. She didn’t have the reflexes she wished she did. Was always athletic but never agile. Even still she’d been in this boat recently. And arrows were...

Western Falwood - Elvish Rebellion Display. Violetta had seen it before. It wasn't her fight in the end. She stood just a few hundred feet away from the show of it. Hooded and hidden from sight behind the trees, Violetta had hooded herself and dressed a bit unlike herself. Less motherly and...