Recent content by Vulpesen

'Great. He's a cynic,' The agent thought as he faced down the intruder. 'A cynic and a fool.' Still, at least he seemed intent to leave, albeit with a last message. Pointed ears flicked and perked up, listening for the fae's parting message. What they heard was a snap of a twig and underbrush...

"Who are you to stop me?" Oh, nobody. Just a single mortal who's in waaay over his head, the zorren thought. Still, his blade twitched in his grip, moving nowhere near its sheathe while his body leaned forward. Adrenaline was roaring through his body. It was the sensation he felt when he...

The Veran wood, a large section of the Ixchel Wilds, touched and imbued with the power of the ley-lines had been Vulpesen's home for decades. It was where not only he, but his entire race had been born, created by the toils of the Fae Brothers Vitae. Now, millennia after that ritual, Vulpesen...

A dark cloak offset by bright golden eyes, the Zorren's smile was fanged as he turned to face the approaching woman. Pointed ears were common enough in the world, but the glowing eyes, clawed fingers, and tail which swayed beneath his cloak were rare enough that most didn't recognize the race...

At least it wasn't the desert. Such was the warlock's only comfort as he sat, drenched beneath the tiniest awning of an inn. He'd become the voice of Varos, a religious figure with weight that enhanced his already considerable rank within the order. But a mission was a mission and even a modern...

Even as a soldier, Vulpesen had always liked mercenaries. He didn't particularly trust them, but a lack of trust didn't mean a lack of understanding. They followed coin. They were business men with swords. In the agent's experience, all you needed to stay ahead with a merc, was the best deal on...

A part of Vulpesen hated himself as he stared into the beautiful golden ale that sat before him. He had looked forward to a nice calm drink, leisurely draining the glass little by little, like an evaporating pool. Instead, he lifted it up to his lips draining it more like a lake which had lost...

A part of him felt a bit guilty to be a part of the growing throng that had formed at its doors. Still it seemed that the majority of the new patrons had made up their mind to give aid to the tavern keeper. Before he could even step through the doors, Vulpesen watched as the long eared child was...

Running quick as he could, Vulpesen brought himself to the front of the line before slowing to something that wouldn't leave the diplomat behind. Leading the way with Collien firmly in the middle of the two fighters, he smiled as he heard the Orc's question. "'Fraid not. But we don't plan on...

Vulpesen had gone back home. he had beeen welcomed, fed, offered drink, clothed in fine silks, and bedded in silken sheets. It had been years since he'd been so pampered, about decade since the battle of Almerand which had led to him spending those ten years on the road. But that comfort had all...

Inwardly, Vulpesen heaved a sigh of relief as the deal was struck. Letting his blade fall completely into its scabbard, he lifted his hand to bring up more arcane defenses. Whirling wind and flying sparks beat back the archers as he motioned with his head for the orc and his charge to continue...

"Perhaps you should get a new pair. I'm sure I can help you find a shop when my schedule clears." The one benefit of their spectacle was that crowds were not intangible and proved an obstacle for the guards who shouted and ordered an implacable mob of onlookers. "And I'm sure my friend here can...

Vulpesen had barely had time to get to his feet when he found himself faced by a towering wall of green muscle. 'Great,' he thought, his hand already moving to the hilt of his sword. One look and Vulpesen knew instantly what that hungry look in the orc's eye meant. It was the look of a man...

The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by what would no doubt later be described as a manly shout of astonishment, though those who heard it in person would liken it more to a shriek. Wrapped in the lithe arms of his body guard, diplomat Menoric Conniel of the Vitae Alliance wasn't...

The wilds and his contract had provided Vulpesen with many gifts. Healing was perhaps the least among them. Varos had taught him to seal his own wounds in an emergency, but purging toxins, thus far had eluded him. [Seems like we need to supplement my education,] he thought, grimly, sending his...