nasrin

“And I parry here,” Orsolya gasped, drawing her blade up to block both of Nasrin’s, first the below and then the above, stuttering-stepping backward in the snow before drawing her blade along her chin into a guard. “I am well?” She squinted, waiting for the squire’s next move. “And I swing...

ACT I: MASTER BEATRIX LECLAIR, THE YOUNG FLAME Parchments scraped against each other as Selene peered lazily at the missive in front of her. The Master of Flame, Syr Beatrix Leclair, waited impatiently in front of the Dusk Captain's desk, picking at her cleanly polished nails. "Its been...