Iskrin stands before the dragon and bows. "I seek the wisdom of the dragon," he says, looking up at the creature. "Oh ho," the dragon chuckles, its deep voice resonating within the chamber. "Do you now, First Estril. And what do you bring to deserve…
:: Iskrin Orin'Darr places two small, polished gems into the offering dish and pays his respects to the nymphs :: Coraline smiles as she watches the handsome stranger offer his gifts. She stands from her lounging perch and slips into the pool below, making her…
This exchange happened 8 years ago compared to our present day. Iskrin stepped into the firelit cave and cast his eyes about. Only Ven-Vyzran was present, lounging on the couch nearest his bed, as was his habit. His eyes were closed, but Iskrin knew the…
Iskrin stood watching the last of his belongings being moved into the Royal Barracks - or the ‘Guardian Hall’, as most people called it. The Lord Commander of the Guardians had his own luxurious home on one of the city’s upper tiers, so he had…
Iskrin stands at his washstand, looking in the mirror at the wound on his shoulder. He reaches his slender fingers up to touch it and winces at the pain. Fucking Drow, he thinks to himself, recalling the mercenary who gave him this pretty gash. It has…