1. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen laughed, reaching to run a clawed thumb across her upper lip. 'Thank you for noticing,' she grinned, contemplating digging an elbow into Vyn's ribs, then deciding not to. The bump in Vyn's robes was reason enough. 'Gordar? No. But I've met Gordon and Gordey if that helps.' They were a...
  2. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    Xen narrowed her eyes, like a sceptical spouse in one of those big theatre productions. 'Sure you didn't,' she replied, 'and I'm the King of Altalusia.' Hopping down from the Wagon, the Deva waltzed her way over to Vyn's side, feet spinning a yarn that her lips couldn't quite remember. 'Oh...
  3. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    A Hogsblood landed upon the bar as Ivan's boys fanned out. There was history there, recent, and sore in the remembering. The crooks in Crown's Hold had been the same, all bloated pride and fragile egos. Big Ivan was no different; he just thought he was. Taking a sip of her Brevian Pale, Xen...
  4. Xenovia

    Private Rest

    By Elum standards, life was proceeding as normal. Or rather the Road was, with all its twists and turns and occasional bumps. Xenovia wasn't sure she felt the same way. Yet. Still, it's a nice day out. The Deva appreciated that much about this new life she had chosen for herself, or at least...
  5. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Feet beat the floorboards as the taproom emptied itself out. Abandoned pints littered the tables, and one bloke even forgot to grab his coat. Not quite my size, thought Xenovia, a disappointed sigh escaping her lips as the last boozer jumped ship. Throwing a two-fingered salute to Omar as he...
  6. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Betting and bashing. This place was starting to feel like home, though, she hadn't been back in nearly a decade. I wonder how much it's changed, she thought to herself, blinking slow as Vincent sought to rise. 'Fret not, Monsieur Mercy. I wouldn't miss what's about to happen for the world.'...
  7. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Hers was not to goad or to light a fire under his arse and see what fell out. Ze Captain's laughter was met with a small, patient smile, the fingers of her offhand tapping daintily at the wooden tankard from which she'd been drinking. Little challenge, she thought, amused. Get a load of this...
  8. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Whores with coins. Maybe that's what Mercy needed; a place to dip his wick. Perhaps it would put a smile on that oh-so stoic face of his. Xen had her doubts. 'Now, there's a loaded question!' The big Deva grinned, gaze sweeping over to Omar the Scarred. He of numerous faces and thoughts. 'I...
  9. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    I can believe that, thought Xen, wise to the ways of men and mercs, especially those less inclined to civil conversation, like ole Vincent. If that's even his real name. The truth didn't matter much in the long haul. Come nightfall, they would both go their separate ways. Likely for good...
  10. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    The loner beat a hasty retreat, nearly forsaking his drink in the process. A hand snared the man by the wrist mid-flight, and he turned, wide-eyed and wretched in his beer-soaked state. 'Forgetting something?' Xen asked, nodding to the abandoned tankard, eagerly-eyed by the brothers Dog. 'Take...
  11. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Ze Captain. Is that right? Rolling her lips, Xen let go of the hand holding hers. 'Woof woof,' she said, smirking as the man eyed her throat, like a predator mistaking her for easy prey. 'Zese Dogs of yours, mercenaries?' She wasn't going to call him Captain - not unless he got down on all four...
  12. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    Everything was fine and dandy until the Killer decided to run his mouth. Maybe it was the booze talking, or maybe he just really disliked "booters". Xen knew from experience that the Watch weren't all bad. That didn't stop some of them from being right bastards, though. Taking to their heels...
  13. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    He was testing her, sure as shitting. The lean towards was merely the cherry on top. Xen wasn't perturbed. 'I see just fine, thanks!' Holding his gaze, she took a pull of her drink, her eyes not once leaving his. Sure, he was a bit too close for comfort, but then so was she. 'That's a...
  14. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    'Living it?' She pondered a moment, head canted to the side, curious. 'Once I get a few more of these in me, I probably will be.' Her hand drew attention to the tankard in her grasp. Solid. Sturdy. Full of good, brown ale. For drinking, should things proceed as she hoped. Otherwise it would be...
  15. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    An interruption. Footsteps and creaking floorboards. Three pairs, thought Xen, ears pricked as she leaned upon the bar. Scratch that, make it four! A pickpocket, and not a very good one at that. Peering over her shoulder at the threesome, the devahni gauged stances and builds, working out who...
  16. Xenovia

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    'Racist? Hardly. He just doesn't like you.' Holding the door open for Maevyth, Xenovia grinned, gaze flicking momentarily to the alleyway down which they'd strolled. 'As for being a cheat, well, you might be onto something there.' The door creaked shut behind them, rain rapping gently at the...
  17. Xenovia

    Dare So. Come Here Often?

    Free City of Karzanth, close to the Altalusian border Year 349 E.O.D Spring has sprung... It was a day of celebration in Karzanth. The Sun hung high in the sky, tottering along at its own steady pace, ignorant to the whims and wants of those who basked in its warmth. Drinking. Laughing...
  18. Xenovia

    Private A Bad Place To Be

    'Your own Wagon? Very bougie!' Xen teased as they took a load off. This wasn't an adventure. Not really. But it was exciting. At least until she started thinking about what had brought her here in the first place. Then, it was just terrifying. Dreadful in a creeping, sneaking sort of way. 'If...
  19. Xenovia

    Private Delivery With a Scowl!

    Xen hummed. Hawed as was her wont. 'If you say so.' Times were always hard; they had never been easy, as far as she was concerned. Though, this quiche is pretty fuckin' good, the Deva allowed, stuffing her chops as the rain poured down on their hooded heads, tap-tap-tapping at the oiled leather...
  20. Xenovia

    Open Shippin' Up To Crown's Hold

    'Aye,' replied the Deva, scooping up her pack as the call came to hightail it. There would be time to talk, assuming the Watch didn't pick them up on the way out. 'You good, Beard?' Xen asked, pausing to peer over the bar. 'Listen, if you need help in the morning-' The dwarf cut her off, a...
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