Recent content by Voe

Voe woke early, often did but decided to lay in. It was indulging a stereotype, he admitted that much to himself even as Otho nuzzled into his arm and tried to coax him up, but he thought that Bula might hurry herself to rise before she was rested. It was a while before she stirred, the...

"Just ignore him Voe!" He muttered to himself only having eyes for his task and trying not to let the reference to his heritage, one that so clearly defined him in the faces of others such as Karskgorak as a thing of evil for what else may come from hell but evil, lay unaddressed and looked down...

"I couldn't agree more." Voe stood and began to prepare for the night, he set fresh wood to keep the fire going a bit longer and laid out his sleeping blanket on the ground then lay down and began to get comfortable. "Otho will keep watch. He's got sharper ears and nose than either of us. We'll...

Otho happily nestled into Melfa's attentions. Crooning as he did and nuzzling her back, scratching scale on scale in satisfaction. Voe however made a fumbling stumble down the stairs and slipped half the length of himself along the flagstones almost to the edge of the great bath. "Breath, of...

Voe thought, rubbing Otho's head and neck. "Belgrath is the largest by far. It's got people, supplies and near enough anything else you could want. If I was a betting man I'd say that would be where they'd be heading but it's a good long hike to get there. Crobhear is closer but it's a fort, not...

"This one certainly does." Voe smiled as he saw Cassi, small and genuine while he reached his hand up to scratch Otho's chin to stop him pulling away to get to her and Cadfael. At this size he still acted more hound than Drake and he trilled from deep in his throat and set his tail to wag at...

Ashlanders. Voe had heard of their migrations, seen the evidence of their passing in the earth and wood but had no solid dealings with them before, the odd passing only, as now. If his memory was right there were five clans in total. "I am sorry Bula of the Ashlanders but I have seen no sign of...

"Come on boy." Otho disliked the saddle, especially at first. It meant that Voe was going to feed him that certain mixture ores and minerals that reacted so spectacularly within him. Otho whined but followed unwilling to face disobedience. The bucket smelled of salt peter and lime. Death to...

"Um... right, yeah it's velerian root. Sleep... I mean, rest well. It was nice to meet you too Vel'duith." He smiled and let her leave, no point in following, that would just get awkward and he'd prefer to leave as discreetly as he arrived. Ironic that it was only when she let he managed to...

"I don't think many people have seen the whole of the keep. Place is bigger than it looks. It's like a maze sometimes." Sucking a piece of meat from his teeth, Voe paused to give it a chew and a swallow. "There could be anything down there. Treasure, magic junk, rooms of old furniture... who...

"No I can't imagine it would help but..." Voe sounded almost jovial at the notion but kept his composure. Turning his head he went to a shelf full of clay pots and after humming for a moment brought a dry root from one of them. "Hmmm, there's not much left of this..." Returning to Vel'duith he...

"OTHO STOP!" Voe's voice was lost to the wind as he called the drake-hound back. Otho ran, chasing the winged cat-beast down in great bounding strides that brought him loping into the keep and down the stairs through the door and bam. Into the bathing room. Claws clattered along the stones as...

Voe listened but struggled with understanding. Sitting now on the edge of the table he tried greatly to stretch his mind to encapsulate all that was coming from Vel'duith's words. Her frustrations and fears, her longing for this void that he could only imagine. He did not meditate, only slept as...

"I don't think I understand that." He had little magical affinity at best and did not like to rely on it. "Are you telling me that you, hear, ghosts?" That's what it sounded like, this talk of reveries and memories. Maybe he should have listened more to Cass when she explained magic to him...

Wow, that sounded rough. "I'm Voe and this is Otho." Patting the drake-hound on its wide flank to address the beast he kept a hand on its collar knowing Otho's habit for trying to bother strangers who had food. "We sorta live out here." Now he sounded homeless. "I mean I'm a ranger." Changing...