Iskrin drew the Sword of Gire and tested its weight in his hand. The crystal in its hilt shone with the presence of Lemfillian's spirit and her voice was kind, yet metallic and precise in his mind. "So what are my powers?" she asked him…
The mental pressure had begun three leagues from the High Citadel. The fortress stood on top of a natural column of stone, a quarter of a mile in diameter, rising from the floor of a canyon where the sandy plain plunged three hundred metres down…
A roleplay transcript by Eternatee and Iskrin Orin'Darr :: Iskrin Orin'Darr turns to ensure Eternatee is keeping up. He smiles and gestures to the glade. "Here we are - safely alone within the Hills of Keshel." He smiles. "Quite a popular location for acts of…
A roleplay transcript by Lady Eternatee and Iskrin Orin'Darr TL;DR - Lady Eternatee points out an obvious solution to the problem with Ke'ntor :: Iskrin Orin'Darr walks past the Inn, heading to the docks and happens to glance in. "Oh, Lady Eternatee, are you dining…
:: Iskrin Orin'Darr sat taking in the cool evening air in the gardens of the House of Healing. He had found, since Lyrena left, that he could move about without getting dizzy, albeit he continued to be cautious about exerting himself too much. But the…