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Perhaps it was poor form to make the last day of the Aurellae the first that one attended, but Manon was a busy woman, between her overseas assets, tending to her mother and effectively managing the family business herself, she had little time for such frivolities. But it was good to reward...

The knight that stood alongside lady Allard still found herself distanced from the conversation, rather unaware that the topic had drifted to her. Words fell on deaf, or rather distracted, ears as her gaze had found something to settle on, her eyes boring into a young man as he approached their...

The foreign-born paladin stood as rigid as before, the image of discipline as she tucked her spare arm behind the small of her back, her right concerned with the tumbler she held in hand. The apple liquor lilted gently in the glass as she spun it, distracting herself from the farcical...

as written by Ottoman and the damn avocado glmstr The sight of the snow that lined the flanks of the streets was a welcome change to the wet and barren look that the city had adopted in the immediate approach of winter, that dreary time when the autumn had waned from its beauty and bounty, and...

The paladin stood by dutifully, doing her best to ignore the conversation and keep her eyes on the crowds surrounding them, though that wasn't quite an option, being in such close proximity to its parties. Despite Aislin's stoic front, the Iverian couldn't help but break a small smile at...

Several days prior With the finality of her superior's word in hand, or rather in pocket, Aislin Lughadh rode for her sanctuary in Luskonios knowing that her ordeal was over, at least for now. The waning sun bathed the city in an enthralling orange light, one that did well to keep the paladin's...

The knight found her gaze locked with that of the deceased, holding the child's body for some time before her steely grip loosened on the Lawkeeper, moving to return the weapon to its holster once her senses returned to her. That same hand reached soon for Colton's face, otherwise delicate...

The boy's spirit seemed to wrap itself about her, easing the paladin's pain with his warmth and his energy, though the shattering commotion below did manage to peel her attention away from Colton, if only for a moment. The clock had struck six, the time of judgement had come, and there was...

The return of the Dark Man's heralds did not go unnoticed by the Paladin, the insectine whir sending a chill down her spine, the power that she had felt in the atrium below still ringing in her ears. Once again did the paladin squeeze the boy's hand in comfort, a light smile coming to place...

"Sir Arodring," Was the paladin's immediate response, returning the man's salute as her form went rigid, her mind already reeling in paranoia, concerned that these nobles might have seen something earlier. Aislin's silver was hidden beneath her blouse, a thing easily fetched but not readily...

"That it is," Henrike mused alongside her handmaiden, knowing full well just how twisted life's path could become. There was little change in the eldest Beringar's motions as they continued onward, the marshal slipped past Lythe by a pace or two, her mind having wandered on the note of marriage...

It was only natural that they would be the first targets - the greatest threat to the being present and its psychic tether to the material world - and with a nod Aislín acknowledged the boy's words, another sigh slipping from her lips, born of fatigue and something more. Softly she squeezed the...

A relief then, she already had half a satchel of letters and reports that her father had thought appropriate to burden her with on the journey to Solstice, and it wouldn't have done her sour mood any favors to be saddled with any more. "A chance to sit and stand and nod and sit some more." Warm...

The news of their steeds and Hildebrand's continued meddling did manage to return a shade of the scowl to the Beringar's face, her brows narrowed at the thought. All that the eldest managed was a sigh however, not lashing out at either the messenger or the knight who had delayed her departure...

The nerve of her cousin and the utterly imbecilic nature of her brother had left the 'iron duchess' in poor spirits, the scowl that adorned her visage betrayed her displeasure at having to suffer their company for any length of time - though, to be fair, it was one of her more common...

Could do it here, could shoot me a message in the chat or via skype if you'd prefer more instantaneous commo.

All sound pretty good to me, Mighty, I'd actually like to give the sea-faring side of Zeelow some more depth, considering how important it is to most of the Western Marches. The West as a whole is incredibly paranoid regarding outsiders and foreigners, their hyper-defensive nature has them...

Hey folks, need a character or three for my plots, if you guys would be so kind. Zeelow: House Voss, specifically Waldemar Voss, requires a retainer of some sort. A loyal aide and confidant, who can act with valor or discretion, preferably both. There's also the case for his spouse, or lack...

Zeelow Her Ladyship Henrike Beringar, Marshal of House Beringar His Lordship Waldemar Voss, Marshal and Steward of House Voss Bliania His Lordship Colwyn Fhionnlaigh, Lord of the Amber Reach and Chieftain of Clan Fhionnlaigh Solstice His Lordship Erwin Petrus, Chamberlain of...

Lutetia Paladin Aislín Lughadh Lady Hyacinthe Corvus Vora Altimari Unknown Tsus Ullaxatatog