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
A couple days after arriving in the Doësin capital, Alkara is still wandering the Star Market in Afanen, scowling and muttering to her herself. The Doësin elves are insufferable. She is literally here to give them money and they’d barely give her the time of day. She’d had a hell of a time getting any
2 years after a certain little girl meets a certain dark elf… “Come along, Alkara!” Iroshi calls over the din of one of Three Rivers’ marketplaces. Alkara snaps her attention back to her adoptive Uncle. “Coming!” She picks up her pace to catch up, but… There is this boy. She keeps seeing this big boy
Alkara wakes up screaming and flailing for the third day in a row, breathing hard, like she’d just run for miles. Her mind races as she sits on her cot, unsuccessfully trying to calm herself down. She’s exhausted on every level, and she still can’t feel much. She doesn’t even notice the tears that are
It’d been a couple of weeks since Uncle Iro left. Sengmar still won’t tell Alkara about what’s been bothering him, no matter how much she prods him. And now the Waste Walkers are on their way to Charlotte’s office for a debrief on an assignment. Her assistant had seemed quite anxious when she’d summoned them.
I am not fine. Everything is awful. Why did I accept this job? Focus! Uh… patterns. Look for patterns! Alkara reminds herself. Her eyes furiously search the second story floor of the abandoned building for anything that might give her a clue. There are no freaking patterns! It doesn’t help that her vision is blurred
Fifteen years later… “It’s no trouble at all Falora, please.” Alkara smiles as she continues to at least try to reassure the aging farming matron. “You heard what Sengmar said, it’s the least we can do. Now please, go inside and get some rest.” Falora gives her a watery smile. “Bless you both. And that