Recent content by Xeraphine Yldore

"Reforging a weapon while keeping its enchantments intact? A difficult task indeed. I can see why you sought an audience." A thoughtful hum escaped her, observing the already massive weapon with a mulling sip. "Nothing is impossible for the careful and ambitious. I suspect the price will come...

"Local indeed, through the artifice of House Iskandar. Grapes are one of few things to grow here. Leave the weapon here, Master Marsh. It will make for excellent table conversation." Durn did as commanded, and by Lilette's leave, would take the great sword and prostrate it on the table with as...

The cords below Xeraphine's throat grew taught, like a sail gaining a gale. Steel entered Xeraphine's eye and voice once again, and her face snapped up, all wrinkles of arrogant disdain. "Nay, in that you err, my dear. This city *will* bend before I do, and soon. Perhaps even break." Random Woman

A short flight of stairs led up to the parlour. Durn bowed before them, hand over his breastplate, having executed his work and set up a central table with an empty sword stand on the crimson tablecloth. The snug darkness of the room only submitted some of the room for a few candles and a gently...

Xeraphine turned away from the painting in a snap. Steel entered her voice: "Indeed. Two years or so. The best physicians are seeing to him." Not that they had any way of healing him. All they could patch up was his reputation with the illusion of improvement. Xeraphine whisked down the...

Xeraphine's glare dimmed. Her chin dropped, eye searching the table in melancholic reflection, as if its grooves and rough edges could yield an answer. Indeed, she could leave. If she abandoned all responsibility and all remaining familial ties. Striking out on the road, beginning a new life...

Xeraphine raised an open palm, halting Lilette's courtesy. "You need ask no forgiveness, my lady. We treat matters here with the utmost of discretion." Her eye twinkled with pride. "That is part of our specialism. Please, if you will follow me into the parlour, and we shall see to this blade of...

A pause emerged as the figure on the stairway considered Lilette's curtsey and general presentation. The conclusion of this study trilled from her with slight approval: "Charmed." The stairway tinkled from even lighter steps, until the shadows yielded the contours of her face and cascading...

This time, a laugh managed to escape her before she could quench it. And once released - a trilling, tinny thing, like droplets of hail on a roof - Xeraphine gave only a perfunctory halt to it, by raising her hand to cover her mouth, even if the sound persisted. By concealing her mouth, she...

"By my father's soul, you hit the pin." Xeraphine scooped the coin up into her palm with all the dexterity of a cardsharp. Her smirk masking injury transmuted into something more intent on hurting than healing. A slash of red lips, curling with devilish delight. Her palms extended outward, then...

The beady eyes kept watching Lilette with a squinted gaze, until she mentioned the name Yldore. That caused the eyes to flare open like twin beetles in pools of milk, before they narrowed again with suspicion. "That so?" A harsh cackle followed. "Nay, not me. I be--" "Master Marsh!" The...

A few long beats followed, the military sanctity of the house disturbed by harsh knocks. The doorknob and knocker presented the ghastly iron heads of gargoyles, dented from time and use, snarling at any would-be visitor, seeming more intent on intimidating beggars or lepers from disturbing the...

With the precision of a vivisectionist, Xeraphine's finger stabbed the coin, sliding it out from its bundle of acorns. Kid's intent but otherwise vacant expression, coupled with her proud smile at her own humble display of acorns, sealed Xeraphine's conclusion. It was almost endearing, reminding...

[/SPOILER] Xeraphine cocked her head slightly, like one might watch a curious critter act against its natural instincts. Most folk of Kid's class would have better sense than to engage Xeraphine in conversation. Much less approach her with such a cavalier attitude. Her dress might not be as...

The simply-dressed woman bumbled into the establishment, causing a mild stir, a few chuckles and many an old chivalrous craftsman eager to help her, though she waved them off fussily. Xeraphine kept half an eye on her, half-lidded and languid, though most of her attention was still claimed by...