Recent content by Wilhelm Anireth

Wil hadn't expected the spilling of Edric's soul but here they were. There were several times when he opened his mouth to ask what something he said meant, or what had happened, then seemed to wisely think it would be better off for his stomach if he didn't know. Clearly he needed to drink more...

Wil resisted the urge to look at the ring on his finger. He knew the sorcerer within had promised him access to the large swathe of magic he possessed in return for a host of sorts, but he hadn't ever pushed the limits of what that magic was to something like flying or stepping through shadows...

When Edric turned back towards the prince, he wouldn't have been wrong to think Wil was close to throwing up or passing out. Or both. Neither feeling surprisingly had anything to do with the near full bottle of whiskey they had consumed between them. He had thought the old coot was being a bit...

"How comforting," Wil muttered beneath his breath as Edric pointed out he was off the torturers hook. He might not have grown up in Vel Anir but he knew enough of his home to know that torture was never fully off the table. If they suddenly decided it was the only way to go, best believe you'd...

Well, that's a new fear unlocked, Wil thought to himself with a grimace as he eyed Edric's tramp stamp. He was an open minded fellow, had tumbled with elves and nymphs, and had a very surprisingly pleasing encounter with a leopard shifter, but he drew the line at people that wanted to brand him...

Wil tapped his ring finger against the crystal glass as Edric told his broken tale, leaving out all of the good details of course. None of it had explained where exactly the ghost-girl was now which was his major concern. The sorcerers spirit was on edge which made Wil on edge. The bond he had...

Well, that was bloody comforting wasn't it? Everyone's a dreadlord... Wil grimaced and necked the rest of his glass, then nodded when Edric offered to refill it. So escape might not be possible, was that so bad? It might not have been the palace but even though he was an actual prisoner here...

"No that doesn't particularly make me feel better," Wil huffed and poured himself another glass, doing the same to Edric without giving him the chance to protest this time. Clearly, he needed it as much as Wil did. "That's like saying," the Prince continued, swirling his now refilled glass about...

Wil took a seat opposite with a good view of the door and a nice thick table between them. Just in case. He set the two crystal cut glasses down then poured whiskey into both when Edric didn't stop him. Reclining in the armchair he let out a soft sigh of relief - sitting on the cold stones had...

Wil cast the Dreadlord an odd look and subtly took a step further away from him. It was never a good sign when a man began talking to himself, even worse when that man held magic. Best to keep as much distance as possible between them to give him the healthy advantage of escape should he need...

"Bricky?" Wil repeated beneath his breath. Did the guy think humour would soften him up for... whatever the hell it was that Duncan guy was planning. The prince frowned to himself as he followed Edric out of the cell. That man was the real brains in the operation which made him the dangerous...

Well that made no fucking sense. Wil resisted the urge to rub his temples as Duncan left but grunted in agreement with Edric before he could stop himself which made him scowl in the young lads direction. He couldn't like the other Dreadlord anymore. They might have been friends during the...

Wil didn't like how easy it was for this Duncan to hit him in one of his most vulnerable places. He tried not to show how much the older Dreadlord had struck a nerve by folding his arms and plastering on his signature lazy smirk. Just an airheaded Prince, too focused on drinking and gambling to...

Duncan's words struck a sensitive spot and Wil found his teeth grinding together. Side-lined was the best way to summarise what his parents had done to him, even since returning home, but that didn't make it any less painful to hear. Not the heir. Not even really the spare, not with his sister...

"Hey!" Wil protested as Lars tore the harmonica from his hands. It had been the only thing keeping him sane - making the guards irritable. He'd been watching them for hours and the way Lars' shoulders had grown tighter and tighter with every round of the song. He'd had a bet with himself on just...