Recent content by Ye'svonne Airileth

Ye'svonne didn't so much as sip his beer as he listened intently to what was going on. Heike was hunting for an answer to her ailment. An enormous task by anyone's standards. Let alone the path she spoke of sounded treacherous and far above his pay grade. But Heike was a friend. One did not...

The alchemist knew the look Heike gave him too well. One of begging and of determination. His interruption could not be allowed. It may even be best for now to leave the fact that they knew one another in the æther. He couldn't just keep standing there he'd become even more suspicious...

"Off to sell to drunkards again?" "My dearest, most wonderful love, you know that drunkards often pay the most coin for nonsense. However my work isssssssss far from the sort! You know that better than all." With his pack of potions set and ready the alchemist Ye'svonne Airileth kissed his...

Ye'svonne was barely able to make his way through to the alleyways exit. The sounds of the city's infighting seemed so close still but even as he left he saw no one. He caught his breath though he knew he had no time to do so. It was as if fleeing from this bastard was a fruitless effort. He...

Ye'svonne only had his wit in this moment. He got a lucky shot in and would stand no chance in this fight. The uproar of the crowd behind was rising again. Heike was probably being given chase right now. That means there was a flood of footsteps on the street. He had to use this. Yet, would the...

The last bit of light that shown to him was that he was successful. An unfair death avoided. Meaning he had continued to uphold his oath of altruism. What came next was something he didn't know what to do about. He even heard Heike speak and couldn't respond as he'd been gagged as someone...

The scream pierced through the heavens themselves. Everyone in the inn turned at its sound, not excluding Ye'svonne, who stood up with fright at its volume. A woman. In danger. We all know how this played in Ye'svonne's head. No matter the plight, no matter the person. No matter the face, no...

The City of Shadokien. An alchemists and a mages haven. Some may argue that Elbion would be that place but the snootiness of Elbion drove most away from it. Ye'svonne hadn't spent much time in either as most of his product was found in the while. His ability as an herbalist made everywhere his...

(This is going to be a multi part chronicle. I plan on doing continuations for it, but don't feel obligated to do all of them if you join this one!) "Papa!" The little lizard kin ran up eagerly and hugged Ye'svonne's leg tight. The alchemist pet the spines atop the childs head and leaned down...

He took the dagger with curious glee. The shape, the make, all of it was beyond exquisite. Much more than the cost of his kindness and a single healing potion. Ye'svonne did not find himself deserving of this just because he helped her. Having been a healer for so long it's just like breathing...

The lizard grimaced when she denied what it was she'd become. It wasn't up to him to make her see that, however. She would have to come to terms with it on her own. If there was a cure for lycanthropy, he hadn't heard of it yet. He found it easy to empathize with the distaste of being called...

Ye'svonne listened intently to the story he was told with a look of awe and fear in his eyes. He didn't know what he expected when he asked what happened but he was thinking something more on the lines of bandits or ruffians as was usual. Not a werewolf woman being hunted by her own family. What...

It didn't make much sense to Ye'svonne why anyone would want to just sit there and suffer, but he was done arguing the point. She had the potion and could drink it at any time she chose to. He did his job as a doctor. He chewed on his roll as he put the other away with a shrug when she declined...

"I wish I had the annnnnnnnswer to that." He chuckled at her question. Really, he didn't know. He know he was of reptile descendants but if he was unlike any other draconic folk he'd met. Both he and his wife were. He didn't hail from Arethil and had not met anyone else from his island...

Ye'svonne took the light punch on the chin, literally. "You have to remain calm." He spoke as soothingly as he could. "You are goooooooing to be okay. Save your strength for this." He set the potion in her hand gently and tried to breathe slow and deep in hopes her breath mind would help her...