Recent content by Wren

With her particularly keen nose, Wren could smell the miserable mess of human detritus well before she realized just what on earth the thing floating between her and Aderyn was. The warrior's nose wrinkled and eyes narrowed as the woman stepped closer, gaze shifting between the roiling mass of...

Five floors was indeed a long way. It wouldn't take long, though, if they could keep on task. Unfortunately that was proving more and more difficult with every floor ascended once the stairs had been tracked down. By the third floor there was grabbing, pushing, and pining to another wall. A...

"Good," Wren's grip did not loosen, "maybe this time we'll actually finish what we started." Much as she was loathe, however, to put any such activities on hold, she was less inclined to bear-all to the other Yaegir of the Keep. None of them deserved a free show, least of all Beocca's helpers...

The first two she was rather less familiar with, but Blood Sage was a staple to any traveler's pack that knew a thing or two. It wasn't particularly easy to find which made it valuable beyond it's own inherent value as an ingredient. Typically she'd have turned the boy away. He wasn't a Yaegir...

"I was planning to sit by the fire for a bit. I'd like it if you-" That thought did not get to finish for the matter of his lips being busy doing something other than speaking. She'd reached for and ensnared his front by cloth, leather, armor, whatever she could cinch her fingers around, and...

The sensation, the pull as she'd heard Rainer describe it once before, was a bit of an internalized compass where the other was true north. Much like how migrating flighted animals always seemed to know which direction they need go, Wren never felt like she didn't know which route to take that...

The woman stopped short of her door, a striking glance given to the young fellow over her shoulder in consideration. When she turned to face him, her own expression was that of skepticism, which did not suit the scar-covered half very well. Normally she would have turned him down flat. She...

"Sit down," Wren shot a glare at the men who had risen from their seats, her gaze shifting to the boy who had clearly lost the plot at seeing her, "I don't hunt humans." Just monsters. She took her room key and the bounty poster and without another word made her way down the hall for her...

Given time and distance, the fog of emotions pervading her mind dissipated. Somewhat. Wren still couldn't understand the origin of the strong urges brought on by his appearance. Though Rainer's presence had always elicited strong responses from her one way or another, this felt deeper...

"I doubt it," Wren didn't miss a beat, "I'm already dead." At that, she peeled her lips back to bare her fangs at the woman with a short hiss, eyes pinning as they might when she allowed her more feral self to shift to the surface during a hunt. After only a few seconds she resumed her casual...

"Mmm," Beocca hummed in thought, muttering something under his breath about a loaf owed for the last game night. Yet despite Beocca's odd quirks and what Wren was learning were several well-disguised faults, she had yet to find him incapable of listening, and listen he did as Rainer presented...

Just outside, stiffly seated astride a tired horse, Wren let the beast come to a stop and reached into a saddlebag to withdraw the bounty poster. Chihuano hadn't been an easy ride. Between the distance and the lack of trade roads along the northernmost portion of the Cortosi Coast, Wren had...

They hadn't gotten far down the hall when Rainer's figure stepped out in their path from the den. Wren had noticed, beyond the unscheduled comings and goings of Yaegir through Stillwater, that there seemed to be a lack of order and cohesion to the place. There was not any specific timing for...

With nothing more to be done for the farmer's child and the impending collapse of the barn ever present, Wren tore away from empathy and grabbed the man around the middle, peeling him off the lifeless body if only to save at least one. He protested mightily in her arms, yelling through his tears...

Her first destination was the barn she'd watched the man disappear into. With luck there were no live flames, but there was more than enough destruction to the building to have caused injury and death. Wren pushed through a buckled barn door, lifting a hand over her head to grant her eyes cover...