Recent content by William Dreixmond

A tepid smile from the youth as the quiet one scanned the traveling workstation that always seemed to unfold before William. The flat bottom board of a drawer, that slid out from the wooden box that served as his traveling pack until it became a mobile desk. He slipped a strip of leather there...

It was through his field journal that William flipped. The sound of the thick paper, beating against the air with each pass of finger and thumb, a familiar sound amidst such an unfamiliar place. A small mage lamp there beside him to help illuminate his dark corner of the ruins they had sheltered...

'Well, I mean sure the offer of work...' William agreed, with a nod. "Yes, quite the crowd, a mix of calibers and merit, to be sure," he went on picking some morsels for his future self. A couple of minutes from now, he was sure of it. A woman joined their side. 'Can you believe all this...

William felt his mouth water. Saliva pooling in the well betwixt his teeth, his eyes large as they took in all the lavish plates with food piled high. He was especially intrigued by the chocolate fountain. Still, he moved with caution. So much so that he had given the name, Alois Tencopper...

Her condition. "I, well, I wish you luck, Lady Elinyra," he assured. His mind thinking on the sample he had tried to collect. How it had changed Viktor. He blinked twice, head cocked back with sudden remembrance. "I almost forgot," he said as he stood up, and rushed to the stack of books he had...

At the smile she gave, and the words she shared, William turned red as a beat. His eyes averted as she put her hand to the flower. "Yes, I," he cleared his throat, tittered a laugh. "My, I never would have thought so highly of, well, what I am doing but," he smiled, warm across his cheeks that...

"That," he struggled to find the right words. He had never been so good with them. "Forgive me if I am being too forward, Lady Elinyra, but, that is but a part of you, not... not the whole of you," His gaze had not faltered. He cleared his throat, and then did close his eyes as he sat back...

A friendly necromancer, and a disgraced scholar