Recent content by Zephyrine

Her gaze cut from Mortivore to Kristen, before facing their foes once more. She needed to strike. Zephyrine had followed the gaze Mortivore held with the hidden priestess, could see with her own eyes how differently they stood against the rest of the Cortosi. A game of dangerous attention...

Again, Zephyrine wielded silence. She kept a hold on her magic, felt it latch onto all the materials she and the others laid across the hillside. If the Cortosi made a move, Zeph was not going to risk a second in retaliating. In truth, she was not as gifted with speech the way Urn or Pirian...

How could she voice to him that she would love nothing more than to be at his side? The adventure he promised, the wars and battles to be waged, all of it that which tired her out with the Anirian Guard... Zephyrine would suffer through it all again if it meant working at his side. She casted...

Zephyrine stared. Not a muscle moved to speak, to entertain the Cortosi. She wasn't trained to talk. Not here face before their foes. She watched them. Her eyes darted from one to the other and began to count just how many were present. A good few were in amongst her traps along the incline...

She cut a look to Kristen. "Getting more intel is not a bad idea. It may even give us those few seconds we need to ensure the tides turn to our favour." Zephyrine looked down the hill, narrowed her eyes to keep their small presences perceptible in her vision. "The moment they mean to do us...

Zephyrine's tawny gaze was fixed on him. He spoke words that resonated within her, and the way he spoke so openly and candidly... she knew it wasn't just the moonshine that helped loosen his lips. She could not stop watching him, that they sat here in this scene of vulnerability with one...

Zephyrine heard the approach of the other Dreadlord, but her eyes stayed on the Lady of Numera. A question that had been asked on both sides, and the answers always varied. She herself had fought where the battle was thickest, had seen the frontlines. Zephyrine had earned a place amongst the...

"I have been through worse." She smiled, but it wasn't to show any cheer. It was the same old story, the ones Dreadlords of old and new would know and understand. The reality of having to keep going, even if you cannot. Zephyrine had been exploited and used by the Academy for years, to push her...

Zephyrine pulled herself up some more, moving to go sit beside Ivan and grimace at the moonshine. "You gave me a taste of this at my birthday party." She remembered, and recalled how it burned, scratched, and stung all the way down. "I'd say drink enough of this and you won't feel the bottom of...

Her gaze lifted, looking through the many holes in the ceiling and roof. She stared, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness beyond any torchlight, and there she spied Ivan Skender. A smile appeared on her face, a natural reaction she had not time to think over and decipher. "How did...

Zephyrine turned her attention to those left, stalking towards them. Not until she was close did a couple of them stand tall and warn the others she was approaching. "I need metal. Whatever we can disperse on the slope down there." And she told them her plan. The way she spoke was a force past...

Zephyrine had insisted on overseeing cooking their meals that night, accepting the help of a few men that marveled at the ingredients she had brought. Salted meats, plenty of vegetables, and chicken and beef bones for broth. She even had grains and flour, even some eggs. Her horse had carried...

Traps. It was not quite the brief she was often given to work with, but the need to find and create a solution was just how she liked to work. "Alright, traps... I can work with that." She was someone that was able to recreate things, to take what was once broken back to it's original form...

Zephyrine quirked a brow. It was an idea, perhaps one that could be executed in a way that her own magical reserves did not deplete. "What do we know of our enemy? Their numbers, what they have in their arsenal?" She could not recreate people, unable to make illusions appear. Zephyrine worked...

Zephyrine knew that Kristen would oppose the idea, would hope that they all survived to make it back to their camp. There were a good few wounded, wounds that Zephyrine could take time and energy to heal one at a time, but with the reserve of magic she had left, she wanted it to count. Perhaps...