Monarchs Glen

(OOC: sorry for te delay!) IC: A single nod was given to Aeyliea at her command, uttering a word the arrow was drawn and released. That Stygian darkness drew down, though she felt now the wariness in her more deeply and willed it away as though it were no more than waving away a noisome bug about he...

A chuckle at the wondering gape mouthed boy who had, by the reaction, just witnessed his first real display of destructive magic. Nor did she miss the look of longing to possess such an ability for himself. Something she would tell him, if she could, was not for the cheap to obtain. It had cost far ...

(OOC: Come on Topheh! Aey gave you tons to post back to, so did the doc. Surely better than three lines? No offense but you're talened, put those grey cells to use!) (OOC: yay! Topheh gold! *squees* thank you! You the rogue and the doc are awesome players. My goodness it's really something to see su...

The child in her arms was squirming restlessly and was handed over to a girl nearly old enough to be off apron strings. The girl was weeping and began to protest but a stern look silenced any protests before they escaped lips. The wagon would slow them down though it would serve as a battering ram i...

The boy danced amid the arriving reinforcements so beautifully that she felt a stirring in her own heart. The bow had been pulled from its resting place against her back. The thrum and ache of sore and cold muscles went ignored as the silvered gaze settled on the boy who dropped to his knees at her ...

The cold wind had ceased to be a factor, the snow also ceased to have meaning save to make a person more aware a slip could cost a person more than a tumble and a bruised ego. It would cause death as the battle ahead raged in the narrow street where all had come down to a focus which seemed more lik...

So there was to be no ordered rescue, merely a slash and grab. It had little hope of working as well as most would hope it would. Precious few would be pulled free and most would be wounded in the retreat. There would be children to carry if parents had been injured or cut down. She voiced no concer...

The odiousness of the failed battle was offensive to the eyes, the nose and the heart yet for all of it she barely glanced at crumpled or smoldering forms as they passed. The boy had not opted to take her hand though she knew he shadowed her and was pleased that he was coherent and wise enough to th...

The fingers eased the string and simply squeezed the arrow until it dripped as shadows through clenched knuckles. A moment later all traces were gone. The bow was slung onto her back as slender fingers plucked a dagger from a sheath. There was no questioning of the order, no remark made of frustrati...

The response given to her own words nearly managed to illicit a rare laugh; it in truth was almost surprised from her before it died in her throat. Wise words were useless in this moment. A simple inclination of head to the further discussion which would follow. If they were still here later. Or rat...

The words flowed through her ears as they walked along companionably enough despite the dire circumstances which forced this march of doom and devastation. A glance was afforded askance as more then she expected was revealed. “Are not all times strange?” The query spoken softly yet in itself it was ...

In the far distance were the thronging masses bent upon battering entrance into a safe hold; from beyond the crenelated walls issued screams of fear, pain, despair and the barked commands of officers that drifted on the snow clogged winds more like cries of desperation and fright then confidence. Th...

nevermind, fingered it out

Can someone shrink my pic down to the rules of te board for me please?

http://s1151.photobucket.com/albums/o625/Valaetia/

The days in the beginning spent hunting men and animals for coin, the silent training to become a shadow inside a shadow. The way the cold howled through the gaps and holes in the shanty building at the edge of a city. The old man who had taken her in during the chill of winter when the cold roared...

(OOC: had to remember how to use italics here. God I'm rusty) IC: So, humans fighting the other two. The blood stained fingers were wiped on a leaf as she contemplated the meaning of this. Choose. The strong voice assailed her mind and brought about a grimace and surprised sensation. The patron had ...

The wind blew gently across the broken top of a wine bottle amid the rubble making a forlorn hooting sound that pierced the silence otherwise afforded in this dark sanctuary. It had been some time since the wind had pierced this place let alone the light which now crept through a small crack brought...