Recent content by Ysilia Iliandar

"Rya." The assistant straightened from her disinterested slouch. "Fetch a map." The feeling of cold retreated, leaving a faint exhaustion in its wake. "Our friend ... has a fulmihive to hunt." The Tricorn Hills. What a trite, charming name for a relatively unwelcoming and unremarkable...

A moment of silence. A passing pause. Little left to spare in this one. "Tell me, Arlette. What do you know ... of the Tricorn Hills?"

The look Rya gave the monster hunter was somewhere between distaste and pity. "Good company prefers its own." With that curt retort delivered, she straightened from her leaning position, moving around to the back of the counter and turning her attention to the offered goods, eyes skimming over...

For a long moment, there was no response. Garrod had to strike with the knocker twice more before the door slowly swung open, revealing a dark-haired, youngish woman with watery tan-grey eyes and a pale complexion, clad in a sensible black dress with a frilled collar and pleated sleeves. A...

Wet, muted coughing filled the air, shattering the uneasy stillness of the room. The thin man fought to breathe, clutching at his aching ribs and oddly bloated stomach. Foul green mucus and vomit dripped from the corner of his mouth into the chamber pot beneath his head, followed by thick...

Just inside the Ashrose Apothecary ... The apothecary's floor, just a short while ago stained with Josai's blood, had been scrubbed to perfect cleanliness. It had not, however, been dried whatsoever, and the polished oaken floorboards were still slick with water and the remnants of various...

The Ashrose Apothecary, just after dawn ... The soft clicking of slow, measured footsteps pierced Josai's uneasy reverie. Turning her head from her prone position, she would see the frail, spectral figure of the Blind Healer silhouetted in the door. In the dim light filtering in from the...

The initial bitterness of the elixir quickly faded, replaced by a sweet aftertaste reminiscent of fresh almonds. A feeling of gentle, soothing cold spread down Lenry's throat, into his upper body, out to his arms, down his legs ... swiftly filling him, relaxing his muscles and focusing his mind...

Nothing seemed to change in Ysilia's expression as the Knight spoke; neither judgment nor reassurance could be read there. However, as she listened, she reached with her free hand into a small satchel hanging at her side. The distinct faint clicking of glass objects shifting against one another...

Mid-knock, the door swung abruptly inwards, nearly causing the Lenry to stumble forward as he found himself suddenly rapping his fist against thin air. Framed against the dim light within was the looming figure of a tall, dark-haired man with heavy bags beneath his eyes and—though he seemed...

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Alliria ... The first fleeting rays of the dawn sun had scarcely yet begun to peek o'er the edges of the walls surrounding the Inner Circle. A faint chill of morning mist still clings to the empty streets, still wrapped as they were in that rarely witnessed lull of...