Recent content by Zilvra

Mute wished to answer, but just as quickly as it had been given, the ability had been taken from him. All he could do was turn to Zilvra and look to her for an explanation. Of course, his description would've been very different. Honey was a kind soul. Sweet as her name. More beautiful than any...

Ah, well that was unfortunate. Zilvra was a relatively powerful woman. There were always things that she could offer. Trades and deals that she could make to get herself out of sticky situations, but to be "provided" with something while the "provider" asked for nothing in return... Well, an...

Oh dear... Well, this was not going to plan. From what Elliot had said before, the element of surprise was the sole advantage that they had. Turns out, they did not have it. Likely never did. From the looks of things, Nysia had known about the betrayal since before they had even boarded the...

Zilvra looked curiously at Siegewright as he first touched the rope and then instantly pulled his hand away... Well, perhaps he was merely worried that shifting his weight too much would cause the little boat to overturn. It certainly seemed to be a concern he had on the way over. Being rather...

"Tanith, darling," Zilvra greeted the elven maiden as she approached, extending her hand for a friendly handshake. "A pleasure as always. So pleased to see you both looking so well." "That would be most welcome, my dear," Zilvra replied easily, taking a seat at one of their tables. "I imagine...

A little bell rang as the door to the Dragon's Den was opened by a tall, well muscled and dark skinned man, dressed in simple attire. The man then held the door open as a cloaked woman entered the building, lowering her hood and revealing the snow white hair, blood red lips and raven dark skin...

"Ah, such a gentleman," Zilvra complimented Siegewright... Whatever he was. She had been studying him since their meeting at the inn and was absolutely fascinated. She still couldn't quite pin down what he was. He was unlike any golem she had ever seen before. Most were far larger and...

"No?" Zilvra asked, with a false sense of concern. "I do apologise. Of course, I understand that a gentleman of such a noble and prestigious house is used to the comforts and luxuries of his own home. No doubt my humble accommodations are some what lacking in comparison, but I hope you...

Zilvra gave a sly little smile as she poured herself a glass of wine. "Be glad that he decided to reveal the truth to you now," Zilvra advised. "Any other mercenary would've simply delivered you to his benefactor and left you to your fate. And from what I have heard of this Lamia, a simple death...

Mute breathed a sigh of relief at Mikelle's apparent cooperation and lowered the dagger at the boy's throat. Good to know he wouldn't be needing it. Nothing weighed on his conscience like hurting the innocent. But a little scare wouldn't do the man any harm in the long run. "Wonderful," Zilvra...

"Good boy," Zilvra replied sweetly, reaching across the carriage and giving Mikelle a rather patronizing pat on the head. "As for who I am... I suppose you can consider me a friend." Poor, spoiled little rich boy. No doubt his parents thought it a kindness to shelter him from the darker truths...

As Mikelle took a leisurely stroll through the town, he had not the slightest clue that he was being followed. A fine oak carriage drawn by four horses made it's way slowly across the cobblestone streets, passing by citizen after citizen. It was only when the area became quiet and there were no...

Nysia ... *Poke poke*

A King? A reward? Well, this young lady certainly got more and more interesting by the second. She wondered exactly how much this woman was worth to her King. Wondered also if the reward were based purely on the King's personal attachment to the woman (be it emotional or physical) or if she were...

"No?" Zilvra asked curiously. Not his in any capacity? "Interesting," she commented as she studied the red haired beauty. "You do seem to be going to a great deal of trouble on her account." But then, Elliot was always a peculiar soul. Tied so heavily to his morals, and yet those morals were...