Recent content by Zinnia

A quick glance back and a nod at Livia was all Zinnia spared before she moved forward further. The "holy woman's" voice was unmistakable. That lilt, that unique manner of speech that was both overly formal and archaic. The otherworldly pale skin. "Sister Lilette." That was the name she went by...

"R-right!" Zinnia agreed. And hopefully Livia would not make mention of her being a Stalker, either. While she'd never mentioned it, anyone who worked with the Vigilites was likely to have information on what the other secret Anirian organizations were up to...Zinnia assumed, anyways. "Follow...

"Pearls?" Zinnia blinked away her momentary surprise. Perhaps she'd forgotten that Livia came from wealth, or perhaps she'd just never realized that the Quinnick family was one of affluence. Either way, she'd been prepared to offer what coin was in her satchel before Livia had mentioned being...

Zinnia glanced about the room as she spoke with her old acquaintance. The old mercenary and the younger one had sat down to play cards and speak. There was a sliver of an image of dark fabric at the bar, the hood of some perhaps priestly person. A coalescence of purpose was happening around...

"The...the Vig...?" Zinnia's eyes widened. That clandestine organization, the ones who might've seen Zinnia put in jail for ending Soleil rather than on the fast track for success if Salak hadn't intervened...they were the ones who sent Livia? Just considering the idea was an intimidating...

Business was good at the Copper Cod, it seemed, a fair few customers enjoying food, drink, and games in the establishment's commons. Zinnia took a deep breath as she scanned the room, setting a large, hollow, wooden box down by the handle on its top for a moment. An older man watched her...

Vel Luin. A terribly miserable place by the standards of most. While not nearly as miserably rainy and bleak as somewhere like Alliria, Vel Luin was still a coastal city, and an Anirian one at that. The weather was gray and wet on most days, and the architecture of much of the city was brutal...

"Y-you haven't heard of the Dreadlords? Not from Vel Anir then, I t-take it?" Zinnia surmised. With how much of a propaganda piece they were, it was hard to be Anirian and not know of the country's finest military assets. "The name sounds a lot w-worse than it is, I know. Kind of a holdover...

Entry 31: New Leaves I'm settled in now, in my new, temporary residence in Vel Luin. Investigations will begin soon. Until the end, I'll be hanging up this journal. My name is Zinnia St. Kolbe. Today I bloom again.

Entry 30: Water, Water Everywhere I'm reaching the outskirt villages of Vel Luin now. Farmlands, mostly, but it looks like there's quite a few people migrating in towards the city. Some sort of celebration happening around the time I'll be arriving in the city proper, something about the...

Entry 29: Just Zinnia Things Two more days until I reach Vel Luin. I know I've always taken comfort in wearing this cloak, this hood, hiding away behind the safety of fabric and not being noticed. The most refreshing thing I've done in my life is to spend time in private with Kilien Basmarc...

Entry 28: I Was Starting to Wonder It's morning presently, right after breakfast. I had a visitor come into my camp in the middle of the night, scared me right out of my tent. A pale glow was shining outside, and what sounded like gentle, high pitched singing. When I stumbled out, what looked...

Entry 27: More Shower Thoughts Self doubt really is a terrible thing. Even in light of what I did the other day, I have to wonder if I really earned my position as a Dreadlord. Did I really deserve Second Level status right after graduation? Am I really on the same level as people like Proctor...

Entry 26: Back on Track Unfortunately not everyone in that village was able to be saved. Had to construct a makeshift charnel house to deal with those lost in the fires (really just a fancy pit, to be honest). When remains are that far gone there's not much to do about identifying them, and the...

Zinnia couldn't help but let a little "pffft" slip as Ispir took his hand back, a gentle, good natured giggle following shortly after. The boy seemed to be in a constant state of trying to attentively measure his actions and yet lagging as he overthought things. A far cry from the usual...