Recent content by Vorath Hiendakre

"Ah, well..." He flicks his hand while taking another sip, clearly full of himself. "I'm afraid I don't have it with me... I think it'd be near here, as you said, though. I could always help you... Or not." He nods and puts his glass down again. He could be tricky as well. Since, well, this...

... and the gesture was indeed mirrored with a flick of the wrist, and his fingers laid on the glass. "Interesting..." His facial expression showed nothing immediately noticeable. If one looked close enough, they would see his eyes darken, as if something channeled a power within him. "Sigil of...

Vorath stared into the mans eyes, as if trying to read his very soul, the existence of himself entirely. "Which document do you speak of?" He says blankly, but pryingly, extracting information from him the same he was to Vorath. Of course, he could be lying. But the air wasn't heavy in that...

Vorath noticed the way Rae’tywn slowed, the way his attention caught on the walls rather than the fire or the comfort of being indoors again, and he closed the door behind them without ceremony, the latch clicking shut and sealing the marsh and its damp cold outside as warmth settled in...

Vorath listened, his expression unreadable but gentle, as Rae’twyn made his guesses. When he spoke, a hint of amusement crept into his voice, as if he had heard similar guesses many times before. “Not human,” he said, nodding slightly as if acknowledging Rae’twyn’s point. “You are right about...

"I have heard of your kind. But, a human is not what I would call myself, by the dullest means." He says that respectfully, since... Well, he can sense something is up with this man's moral compass. No matter, if things were to happen, they would certainly happen, and Vorath had a very high...

Vorath nodded, and through the marsh he trudged. The journey to his old cabin wouldn't be far. Maybe half a mile, if that. “Not too far now. While we travel, what brings you up here? You are a drow, I take it.” Conversation -- at least -- couldn't be the most daunting task. He remembered when...

"Mm... Good on you, then. Nice to meet you." Vorath hadn't smiled in years, maybe even decades, but this situation seemed to call for one. His mouth creased slightly, inhumanely. He slowly retracted his hand once again and held onto his staff with both hands. "Perhaps you'd better clean...

Vorath simply stared with his dark, pitch black, glassy coals that were surprisingly called eyes. His dark cloak shifted as he moved towards the man. Despite the circumstances, a good hand shake was always in order. "Of course. I have many names, but you may call me Vorath if you'd be so...

"Very well," he spoke quietly this time. And then he turned towards the hunters. Hunters? Well, he'd like them to be the hunted. Unfortunately, that was not what the drow agreed to. One step. Then two. Only ten or so feet away. "Friends! I think the man you're looking for went that way, I...

The marsh shifted slowly as something unseen pulled at the water. Vorath had sensed the disturbance long before the hunters arrived. Their shouting broke through the fog in sharp bursts. Each voice sounded strained, like men trying to convince themselves that the darkness still belonged to them...

The fog hung low over the western marshlands, curling through the reeds like smoke from a long-dead fire. Morning light struggled to pierce the mist, casting the shallow waters in a pale gray glow. From that gloom, a figure emerged. Pale as bleached bone, draped in a dark cloak that seemed to...