Recent content by Zathria At'Arel

Zathria looked at the village ahead of them whose lights she could just barely make out through the trees. She certainly couldn't show her face and she wasn't sure she could get any closer than this, but he certainly could. "Fine, but be careful in there," she said. "They could turn on you at...

Zathria listened to his story and couldn't help but mark the many similarities to her own. That was the lot of a commander in an army: always vigilant to make sure things weren't burning down or requiring extra attention. She wondered what a war looked like for his people. The word could mean...

Zathria watched as the conflict was ended by Vyx'aria wielding the weapon pulsing with magic. The same weapon that she had told Zathria of winning over a horde of other, lesser surfacers. As they proceeded onward, Zathria felt herself stiffen at the mention of the egg. Perhaps mostly born out...

It was done and the man in question would wish he were dead before all of this was over. Hopefully it would open his mind to being more willing to have a conversation after this. "We eat. I'm hungry," she said, walking along the short street to the only tavern that was still open at this time...

Zathria listened from the shadows, maneuvering slowly and with carefully placed steps through the darkness. It was a snails pace to try to maneuver around behind the man, but this was not her first rodeo. "I see..." the man said, still clearly having some second guesses about this guy...

An assassin Zathria thought to herself, nodding in understanding. Because more than thief, that was what Zathria had heard. Or at least, that was what she would assume. It was certainly an explanation, but not one that filled Zathria with an overwhelming confidence that this woman wasn't...

Zathria was so used to working with other Drow still that when he stepped out and declared himself the thought had never even crossed her mind. In fact, at first, she made a rumble of anger deep in her throat but then... she realized how clever it was. Her head cocked ever so slightly to the...

Zathria looked at the man with an ice cold expression, completely heartless and devoid of any fear or hesitation. "Yes, loosening tongues is a Drow specialty," she said, walking across the room and bending over to rummage through a small crate filled with various elixirs and poultices. "Ah...

"Good," she said. She didn't expect that he would be so obvious if he was here to attack them, but sometimes the most cunning infiltrators were the deceivers. She wouldn't let her guard down altogether, but based on everything she saw, she didn't believe him to be here as an enemy. "I hope you...

Zathria paused at the hot springs with the rest of the group, scrubbing free some of the gore from her own skin before taking up position to keep watch as they prepared to progress. Not only on the outside but on the rest of the group as well. They were a strange amalgamation of different...

His response caused her to pause in contemplation for a moment, looking to him and she could quickly tell not only why he was the commander but why he had been sent out here for... whatever he had been sent out here for. She wondered silently to herself if they were kindred spirits: both right...

Zathria shot him a gaze that said she was unamused by his assertions about her being the root of this issue. "It might behoove you to learn about the town that you're squatting in before insulting its protectors," she said flatly. It was an answer to his question, though. Clearly this wasn't...

Zathria nodded as he stated that it had been a long time, the thoguht sober but not sad nor apologetic. She had no shame for her decisions. Zathria wasn't particularly excited about killing a child, but she'd do it if she had to. She'd done it before and she'd likely do it again. Perhaps even...

Zathria's attention focused initially on this newcomer before letting it move out. Everyone else's attention and focus was on the new woman, and that meant it was the ideal moment for an ambush: someone else that could be lurking in the shadows. Zathria's dark gaze slid over stones and cut...

The orc made quick work of the other man and Zathria hadn't the time to stop and help him if he hadn't. She didn't wait for her own target to finish his turn before lunging in again, parrying his blind swing wide and bringing the hilt of her weapon around to crash into him, knocking him to the...