1. Rovias

    Dare Mirror, Mirror

    Rovias’ laughter came soft and unhurried, like velvet dragged across a blade. The smear her kiss left upon his hand he regarded not as filth, but as sigil; a mark of something ancient, feral, and newly bound. “You’ve a tongue made for trouble,” he murmured, his voice steeped in warmth and...
  2. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    "Gods no, nothing so boring." Rovias spun in his seat, leaning against the bar and tilting his head back, closing his eyes as he streched his arms out across his little patch of real-estate on the counter. "I'm a scryer, my dear Venla. I use my awareness of the shroud, and my knowledge of the...
  3. Rovias

    Dare Mirror, Mirror

    Rovias had peered into a thousand lives through silver mirrors and smoke-choked rooms. He had whispered riddles to widows, peeled secrets from sinners like the rind of a fruit, and stood as a false prophet for nobles who paid in gold and shame. But never had one asked to belong. Ariel's voice...
  4. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    It had begun to seem as though he and Venla were the only souls seeking solace in the Knoll that evening. Rovias would’ve been content with that, trading stories and honeyed nothings between the three of them until other wants, other desires, inevitably pulled their paths apart again. But then...
  5. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    It wasn't the trouble he'd expected to talk himself into tonight, but he had Venla leaning in closer with those brilliant emerald eyes fixed upon. Rovias could bask in that kind of attention like it were a warm fire on a winter's eve, and beneath all of his theatrics and peacocking, attention...
  6. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    "I am called Rovias." Though Josai had spoken his name in passing, Rovias knew it wasn’t truly shared until it left his own lips, offered like an invitation across the curve of his smile. Venla, for all her cleverness and quick remarks, had yet to be properly introduced ,and that simply would...
  7. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    Perhaps it was the way she’d called him out—so directly, so boldly—or maybe it was just the lingering haze of the Queen’s Sting clouding his judgment, but the redheaded stranger's remark pulled a rich, unrestrained laugh from Rovias’ chest. He leaned forward against the bar, golden bangles...
  8. Rovias

    Dare Mirror, Mirror

    It was a rare and tangible shift, the kind of reversal that hummed beneath their words like a hidden chord. Too often, far too often, it was Rovias who sat draped across his velvet throne, the fragile weight of another's heart resting in his palm like a robin's egg: delicate, trembling...
  9. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    Josai. He tested the name silently on freshly wet lips, shaping out each letter like a scholar reading some ancient text he'd sought for decades. A lovely name, for what he'd argue was a lovely woman. It was a given, though, that anyone of any gender could gain his favor fairly quickly through a...
  10. Rovias

    Dare Mirror, Mirror

    When he looked down at this icon of the tragic, what did he see? As she spun 'round and 'round, as she rhymed and smiled and entertained, Rovias knew only the image of the Jester she portrayed herself as. She was more, though. So much more. Not a scrying mirror nor a divine philosopher could...
  11. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    He wore a smile as proud as his silvers and golds as the woman regarded him, quickly allowing his lips to move before his mind could direct them. "Rovias, please. If you're going to leave me with my head in the clouds and waking up where I shouldn't be, you shan't be calling me Mister." The good...
  12. Rovias

    Dare Mirror, Mirror

    Something enough to warrant a stay, indeed. A jester? No, the girl only pretended to be so simple. She was a shambling corpse draped in dying colors of celebration, cloth once expensive and coveted, stiched into something that barely clung to being. The contrast was so delightfully morbid that...
  13. Rovias

    Hub Breaking Bread at the Knoll

    Astenvale hadn't made request of Rovias' services in months, but that didn't stop him from being drawn toward the Monastery for other reasons. There was much he admired of The Knights: Their dedication to their own beliefs, and the indomitable spirit they displayed each and every time they...
  14. Rovias

    Dare Mirror, Mirror

    It almost seemed to appear overnight, the strange little structure on the outskirts of town. Demira wasn't a small city by any stretch of the imagination, but it wasn't so massive that nobody noticed when something was amiss. Those passing through would double-take at the odd dome-shaped...
  15. Rovias

    Rovias

    I was born on a shoddy wooden barge hauling unfortunate slaves to the Arshakan Empire from the Kaikias Desert. My mother was one of those poor aforementioned souls, and I was subjugated from my birth. I don't remember much of those first years, of course. Only that I was hungry, cold, and alone...
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