Recent content by Draedamyr

"You know, I am capable of walking downstairs and fetching things," he said with an air of amusement. He sat down and turned to his breakfast. She had stepped back into the habit of using magic for many of the most trivial of things since she had recovered. They had been through several events...

Draedamyr sat down opposite Seska, reaching for the tea. Her look might have been fleeting, but the warmth it made lingered. A heat in his chest that rose up his neck. Their first union had been so gentle, so loving. He had forgotten that she had lived many past lives and had surprised him more...

Draedamyr had always been a creature of the evening hours. He enjoyed city life. He enjoyed entertainment and the arts and he enjoyed fine wine. That they had been travelling the wilds had not been the worst thing to happen to the pair of them. There had been demons of a very real, tangible...

What passes for civilisation. That was one way of putting it. The humans didn't really care about the remnants of elven cities that had been lost, nor the ruins of a time when men and dwarves had pushed the world to breaking point. Perhaps that was wise. No one knew what had been the...

He wished that he had some magic power to try and draw her back from this dark place. He did not. When they had first met he had been slowly coming back up for air after a year of mourning. His most talented apprentice had turned bad and died by his hand. Even that experience wasn't a fraction...

To say that the bar held an atmosphere would be too high a praise. It had a hubbub perhaps. Enough noise to allow every conversation to continue in relative privacy, without making the place seem any more appealing. The town of Hertrebar was an old one. It was large enough to have a stone wall...

He stood, silent and unwavering, as Seska bade Lia goodbye. There was little pomp or ceremony for a creature that had been close to the gods of her own world. At least Seska was here to mourn her passing. That sounded cruel, to wish this upon his beloved. He pondered that for a moment...

Draedamyr only gave a single nod in thanks. Despite her power, he knew it must have been taxing to call upon her magic after such an ordeal. Still, it saved him from trying to dig a shallow grave with his bare hands. He took off his tunic, throwing it over a low branch, before he set to work...

"Ill sort that," Draedamyr said. He nodded slowly and pulled her a little tighter against himself. Living life by the sword, he had always wanted to be absolutely certain that going for the lethal blow was the right thing to do. There had been no doubt in his mind when he swung the blade...

Draedamyr winced a little when she replied, but he soon recomposed himself. This was about her and her loss. He hadn't known her people, nor the real pain of their demise. Even seeing it firsthand in a vision didn't make it real to him. His own home had been burned to the ground, but it felt...

Draedamyr breathes out, long and slow through his nose. He could have stayed his blade after the knife struck home, but what would that have achieved other than extending her suffering. He took a moment to wipe the blood from his blade on the grass before putting it away. Wiping it on the dead...

He went from slow and methodical to full motion in the blink of an eye. His sword twisted, what little light there was catching its keen edge. His left hand moved too. One smooth motion to take the knife from his belt and to launch it with an underhand throw. Dradamyr darted to his left...

My turn What did that even mean? He was tired of riddles. The sound of Seska crying out had killed off the last of his will to try and unravel this mystery. "If you hurt her again, I cannot promise you a quick end," Draedamyr stated. He stated, he did not threaten. He was not a shining...

There was the softest whisper as Draedamyr drew his sword. Years of studying the blade and by far the most pertinent lesson he had to pass on to his students was that choosing the right moment to draw a blade was as important as your opening gambit. He hadn't taken on any students for some...

What was Lia trying to achieve? Was this all simply to draw out Seska's suffering? If she was drawing it out, then what was the end goal? It worried Draedamyr that his newfound resolve could have been driving them closer to the final piece of the trap, rather than their salvation. "Well then...