Recent content by Wrenarias Valithal

"I'm a little disappointed that I have to explain this to you, though I am not surprised." Wrenarias chided flatly. Her piercing gaze swiveled back down to Dianaimh, her expression unreadable. She loathed having to waste her time, and explaining something as simple such as why the necromancer...

Wrenarias gave a barking laugh at the human's retort. The necromancer could claim all she wanted, but until she proved herself otherwise, the dark elf cared little for her opinion. Her gaze turned away from Dianaimh, lazily sweeping over the landscape that stretched out before them. "You would...

Wrenarias and Gilos swept their eyes over the gathered sentinels briefly. Then the elf gave a nod of her head to her komodi lieutenant once Vesryn had passed through the gateway. Arlan spun his massive horse around, waving a hand over his head, and gave a sharp whistle. As a single unit, the...

"I thought that he might." She remarked idly, waving a hand to the towering Lieutenant Arlan. "Fetch a horse for our little necromancer, my dear. We can hardly expect her to keep up on foot, now can we?" Her intense blue gaze returned to Dianaimh and she stepped closer to the necromancer...

Vesryn put her other concerns to words before she could raise the point herself. Just another moment out of many in which he proved his competence, that she was not wrong for putting her trust in him. It was always comforting to know that they were both thinking along the same lines. The young...

Instead of immediately offering a suggestion, Wrenarias stayed silent and waited. She wanted to see what the others would bring to the table first. The silence that had stretched on irritated her. Then, to her mild surprise, a meek human girl spoke up on the far side of the makeshift table. Her...

She turned to Arlan who stood at her left, and murmured quietly to him. "Pass on our report to the next patrol, Lieutenant. There is still work to be done." There was no need for all three of them to answer Vesryn's summoning. With his right fist clasped over his breast, Arlan gave a deep...

The Mistress of the Hunt prowled through the dark halls of the abandoned keep. Her boots should have echoed off the cracked stone walls with every step she took, but there was only a muffled silence. Flanked on either side by the two rangers who had accompanied her on the latest patrol, she...

Wrenarias Valithal Biographical information Birthplace The Falwood Born Died Age 560 Home Physical description ...