1. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Grass crunched underfoot as she hurried into the darkness between wagons, where the light did not reach. Homes on wheels, their presence offered little comfort to the devahni in that moment. Boxes of oiled cloth and painted wood. Spokes and yokes and wheels. Blocking her in, tripping her up as...
  2. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    So far as suppers went, it wasn't half-bad. Elum didn't fight over the leftovers like the kids from The Sink did; they even let you have a bit extra, if there were any extras to be had. The pig went down a treat with bread and wine. Even the burnt bits. Couldn't afford to be fussy on the Road...
  3. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'You know you're s'posed to turn that, right?' Faces threw smiles Xen's way as they joined the gaggle by the fire. 'Jez, Becca, Gil. Lots of J's here tonight,' the deva whispered in Vyn's ear, leaving her side to sweep up a stool some sucker had left unoccupied. 'Another Elum tradition, do you...
  4. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    'Not for long!' Xen shouted back, working the sword's edge back and forth, through blubber and boil and liquidised biomass. Smoke coiled about her wrists and arms as she dragged the greatsword up and out, severing yet another node in the process. Within the oggloy, the wildfire continued to...
  5. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'The night is young and the reserves depleting,' said Xen, strongarming Vyn towards Bran and his band of merrymen, like a sacrificial lamb dragged before the altar. Fortunately, none of them were carrying knives. Weapons and drink made for a bad combination. The Sink had taught her that...
  6. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'And who came up with that theory, I wonder? Not you, surely?' Smirking, Xen frogmarched Vyn through the camp alongside Mik and Jenna. Left, right, left. 'I didn't do nothing!' Mikael replied, sounding frail and whiny. Bran's fault. Probably couldn't handle the scrutiny. 'I just, well, said some...
  7. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    The accent was beginning to grate on her nearly as much as the stench. Putrescent, the oggloy at least had an excuse. Black ichor wept from openings in the creature's form as the blades and bolts took their toll. Xenovia had to remind herself that they were winning, even as the entity reacted to...
  8. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen huffed and scowled, though there was no heat to it. 'Alright!' She looked to Mikael, then Jenna. 'Grab her other arm,' she ordered, like one of those fancy pants watchmen back... home? Nope, not anymore. 'Maybe we'll actually be able to work up some speed, now that you ain't able to drag...
  9. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'More like Gordar let us borrow a couple o' bottles,' Xen corrected her, adamant in her belief that Vyn enjoyed stirring the pot. So long as it doesn't bubble over. Folk got the wrong end of the stick sometimes, took things at face value. Mik and Jen weren't like that; not all Elum were like Jen...
  10. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Xen turned at the harsh peal of laughter, wide-eyed surprise giving way to a deep frown as the two syrs rounded on the pale-haired stray. Adelard took the lead, laying it out straight for the drunkard, hackles up, feathers ruffled. At least there was no grappling this time. Didn't make the...
  11. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen met the question with a shrug. 'Beats me,' she said, stopping her steps. 'Guess Jenna thinks she's being witty. Not like we come as a package deal.' Sure, they spent an awful lot of time together; that's what friends did on the Road. So what if one of them was harbouring feelings they hadn't...
  12. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'Evil? You?' Xen shook her head. 'Nope! Sorry! Not allowed.' Evil people didn't help strangers out of tricky situations. They let them freeze to death, or starve depending on what day of the week it was. The real blackhearts, like those prowling the Sink, were worse. Why wait for someone to pop...
  13. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen's lips thinned at the sneer. Concern made itself plain in the lines of her face. 'A fool, he was, to run out on you.' Whoever he was. The time and place had never been right enough to ask. Not an easy subject to broach, really. Who bloated Vyn's belly? Supposed it didn't really matter in the...
  14. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'Done and done!' Xen liked to dance and shake. Sitting down could be fun, too, when you surrounded yourself with the right people. As far as Wagonfolk were concerned, they were more right than they were wrong. Except maybe Jem, who would neither confirm nor deny such allegations. Still. He was...
  15. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Fry it, cut it, survive. Xen's to-do list was getting longer by the second. Swinging her blade, the Deva scythed through tentacles and lashing limbs, seeking the heart of the monstrosity currently garnering her attention. Without potions, without a means to combat the malignant magic coating it...
  16. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    'True enough.' All ended but ended well? Only the morning would tell. Hawking up blood and spittle, Xen probed at her teeth with her tongue, pleased to find she still retained all her gnashers. 'I could go for some chowder,' she smiled, stuffing her hands into her pockets as she fell into step...
  17. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'Pfft! Aye! Maybe then we'll have coin enough to buy you those new robes I mentioned.' Not a bad idea, Xen supposed, if a tad unethical. Still. 'Best we don't go incurring the wrath of Gordar, or that baby bump will be the least of your concerns,' she continued, matching energies with Vyn, the...
  18. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    'Neither... am I!' I hope. Breathing hard, Xen thrust the thought aside as Addy hooked a left, breaking line of sight before disappearing down a dark alley. The Deva followed him, her feet making the decision for her. Then, came the hush, the fraying of nerves not yet worn down by time's...
  19. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    'I don't know... Was it?' So many new names and faces worth remembering, and so little time in which to actually do. 'I'll ask some of the old dears to source you some new robes, if'n your current fit's gettin' a bit, hmm, how shall I put it...' A shrug, followed by a smile. 'Snug?' Rolling to...
  20. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Fools, the lot of them. Jumping down to fight the oggloy when they've could've let Omar riddle it from up here seemed like madness to the devahni. But then one had to be a little sick in the head to make a living in the bladetrade. 'Oh, aye,' growled Xen, staring down into the hole Vincent had...
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