Tharan wanders the artist’s alley of the market in Caerswë, the Miësin clan’s capital city. His visit with Krelä, one of his favorite artisans with whom to collaborate, concluded. He loves wandering the market, spending time studying the new pieces, discussing them with the shop keeps, and the artists themselves when they’re there. Sometimes the […]
Traversing the wastes is difficult for any traveler. Iroshi isn’t any traveler. Even so the danger isn’t in walking the cracked, black-grey dirt. Instead it’s all the other things that walk it too. Or burrow underneath. Or fly above. Did you have this much trouble Alkara? Are you even- Iroshi snaps the thought off, not
Alkara can’t remember being happier. In fact she’s pretty sure her life just keeps getting better. When Uncle Iro and she had set out for the capital of the Buttington Duchy all by themselves, they’d quickly picked up their old rhythm. Just the two of them. Too big now for their swinging trick, Alkara had
A scratchy gurgling bubbles out from the Mind Thief. The creature’s tentacles writhe, twisting and undulating with intent. Alkara ducks behind a tree. A moment later a sizzle and thud impacts her cover. Alkara smiles savagely to herself. The thing is running out of spells. She almost has it. She whirls back around the tree
Alkara follows the brain thief’s tracks toward the River West. She’s closing in on the thing, but it’s still proving extremely difficult to pin down. It doesn’t help that she can only meditate with Urdima for short periods of time out here. The earth itself is corrupted. Twisted. Poisoned. Worse than that time with the
Covered in light scratches and feeling the weight of the need for sleep, Alkara is still thrilled. She isn’t performing particularly well during Uncle Iro’s “make your way through the forest at night with no light” exercise. The scratches are evidence of that. It’s been three years with Uncle Iro and the exercises aren’t exactly
Tharan sits in a chair in his parlor, staring into the fire, musing on the encounter he’d had with his potential new client the previous evening. It had been entertaining, that much was certain. He chuckles to himself as the image of her flinging a sculpture at some nightmare monster resurfaces. Her elvish had been
Alkara arrives back in Afanen with plenty of time to spare. Though she’d be sleeping outside the city walls, she spends the day before the interview perusing the markets for anything else that might be useful in the upcoming fight. As the sun sets, she makes her way to the famed Star Market with Guenwyvar.
Alkara and Chiron sit on the bench just outside the office of Uncle Iro’s friend, Cato the Elder. Alkara swings her feet absently while Chiron plays with a small puzzle box Uncle Iro had gotten him on their last trip into the elves’ forest. Reäsin made. The trickiest of the Glöhasin. Their puzzles are just
Tharan sits at the desk in his study, sketching ideas for new designs, when he hears the familiar footsteps of his personal assistant coming down the hall and a timid knock. “Come in, Dorië.” “Apologies for the interruption Master Tharan, but we’ve just received a rather… lengthy commission request from a human woman named Alkara