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Last Of Her Name - The Tower Vyx’aria sat alone upon the edge of the dais, shoulders bowed. Her hands came up slowly, as if they weighed too much to lift, and she buried her face in them. The sound that escaped her was small. Broken. A quiet, shuddering breath that fractured into tears she...

Thread Link To Those Who Walk the Long Roads, To Envoys of Crown and Coin, To Wanderers, Witnesses, and Would-Be Allies, By decree of the Onyx Throne and under seal of the House Tor’Rahel, word is carried upon shadowed paths and surface lands: The crown of Zar’Ahal shall be claimed anew. On...

The Coronation Ground The obsidian tiles of the Queen’s Plaza, in front of the Queen’s Palace, glistened with fresh polish, their black sheen cut through with glimmering veins of red-tinged quartz that pulsed softly in the lowlight. Spider silk banners stretched between carved pillars...

Vyx’aria blinked at him. “Boring?” she echoed flatly, staring at him as he’d just spoken in tongues. When did she say that? The comment drifted right over her…there had been no mention of boredom, only a boar. She simply assumed it was a translation error. Basic was, after all, a clumsy...

Vyx’aria paused at the threshold, listening just long enough to confirm the offer was genuine and the cost implied. She glanced back over her shoulder at Nimruil, one brow lifting faintly. “Very well,” she said evenly. “Weave it.” Then her gaze sharpened. “If you use that link to spy on my...

Vyx’aria did not stir. Something in her subconscious recognized the scent curling close, the quiet rhythm of breath beside her, the unthreatening warmth settling near. It was familiar. Known. Her body did not tense at his proximity. Her blade hand remained still. So she remained asleep, the...

Vyx’aria’s lips twitched toward a grin, the expression brief but unmistakable as he flailed the dagger in mock drow fashion. “Handle that with care,” she said, half-warning, half-teasing. “It’s very powerful. I forged it myself.” There was a note of quiet pride in her voice, not boastful, just...

Vyx’aria did not look away as Nimruil recovered. She watched him wrench the blade free. Watched the cauterization. Watched the effort it took not to retaliate. She said nothing through the exchange, only listened, only measured. When the apprentice began to plead, her expression did not change...

Vyx’aria stiffened at the knock. For a split second, her thoughts went to the others. What happened? The question barely had time to form before her gaze snapped back to Nimruil. She saw his hand move. Anger surged. Cold, immediate, absolute. Vyx’aria did not speak. She did not warn. One of...

Vyx’aria did not recoil, but neither did she soften at once. He had to rise onto his toes to reach her, the stretch evident in the way his shoulders lifted, the faint wobble in his balance. It was… noticeable. She looked down at him while he spoke, crimson eyes steady, taking in the blush he...

She absorbed his words in stillness, eyes lingering on the map as if it might contradict him. Internally, she dismissed the image of Velathina lingering on some forsaken island, hovering over an egg like a martyr. That had never been her way. Velathina was efficient and ruthless when needed. She...

Aww, wishing you all the best. I'd love to see the Noomron brothers return someday :D

Vyx’aria barely heard him at first. Her mind was still reeling from the water chamber, her ears twitching with lingering frustration. So when Ispir reached for her hands, her first instinct was to pull back. She didn’t do tenderness. Not often. Not easily. But his earnest expression softened...

Vyx’aria stiffened when he spoke Velathina’s name with familiarity. So he had met her. Velathina had been many things, but careless was not one of them. She did not confide lightly, nor entrust dangerous truths to those she had not weighed and measured. If she had shared even a fragment of...

Vyx’aria did not flinch when the Nimruil beside her failed. The faint leak had been there, but it had not caused alarm beyond mild curiosity. When the false body collapsed into slick ruin at her feet, she merely watched it dissolve, unbothered. Then she looked to the real Nimruil. A rare smile...