Recent content by Iskra

Iskra did not want to entertain the vampire's wager, but she scoffed at the idea of a a lengthy hunt. Not after what she had heard in the past few days of the true aim Misandra possessed. "Alright, Brightmane. Ten gold on them not lasting more than... six hours. I daresay there are many...

Iskra scrunched her face at the name. "Gods, that the boss' name?" And still wore the expression as he corrected himself. Her eyes followed where he pointed, a redhaired woman painted above the door. "Good boy, Roul. You found the Scarlet Harlot." Sarcasm dripped heavily from her words, but...

She could feel the back of her left hand itch, but she did not go to sate it with a scratch. Instead, she reached for her glass now, and took a generous swig of it. The burn allowed her to put away the thought of her hand, but her golden olive hues flicked back up to the vampire before her...

She stiffened at the thought of Iren being the one to stop her from leaving. Her brows deepened into a furrow, watching him closely as he sipped his whiskey. "I already made an oath to serve another. I can only be released of it upon death." But she would show him the brand she burned on the...

Iskra held her breath as Iren left her side, moving to seat himself across from her. Her hands curled into fists, but only to dig in her nails and draw red crescents that were yet to break skin. "I left the Empire for good reason. I do not help anyone that serves Amol-Kalit." Iskra did not...

Cerak. With that revelation still making itself known in her thoughts, it made each footfall closer to the wretched shithole heavier. She did not wish to march towards it, but even as she slowly made her way there, hand pressed against the shirt she was given to keep her blood from spilling too...

Never had she felt hope snatched away from her than she had in that moment Iren murmured at her ear. Involuntarily, her head moved to the side to meet his gaze, but she saw it in those peculiar eyes of his. It was most certainly something the Wardens would do, and they had been testing Iskra...

Iskra fell into step with him, the python illusion dispersing with the change of wind. With a sigh, she shared in his complaints. "Why must they always go to a brothel?" Her brows furrowed, annoyed that the amount of times her inquiries in the line of work would take her to whorehouses and...

Iskra could not recall the last she had begged, perhaps a fuzzy memory from when she was small and hungered in the small village she sought refuge from. Hands upon her person, dragging her towards what she remembered as a cage. She had begged then, for them to listen to her, to leave her there...

The Wardens of Cerak At'Thul were some of the worst, but Iskra never thought one of them would make such a spectacle like this. Misandra was an exceptional archer, and in the days leading up to the Warden's Hunt, whispers spoke of the incredible shots she had made in the past. Each year since...

Iskra looked up at him, arching a challenging brow at him. There was no denying that the vampire certainly looked better and more life to his being while being well fed than she had seen him on the outskirts of Amol-Kalit and on the ship. Perhaps his condition on the ship and washing up on the...

Amused, a brow lifted as she watched Roul handle weeding out whoever was on the other side of the door, her face turning sour at the sight of the goblin. Filthy, grubby little thing, the goblin tried to give them the run around. The mage though it brave of the creature, large eyes staring at the...

Iskra stiffened only slightly, not noticeable as the pair continued their walk to their destination. "I am a mage... there is always a talent." She left the quiet to hang there a moment before offering something she knew might not be the case of Raith's attentions. "Illusions, hypnosis...

It seemed Iren took the matter of her condition seriously as he kept a hand around her as they walked out from the fortress, feeling eyes on them as they strode out. She would have been irked by anyone else that would do this to her, but after the act they had both done minutes ago, she was sure...

"Did we all not have lives before?" She mused aloud, following him closely and not losing pace. The mage was not unused to the bustling of a street, and much rather this sort of traffic than an empty street. It allowed them to move without true recognition or attention; two forces breaking...