1. Moina Iasis

    Private Cat's Eye

    The 'Knitter knelt on the ground next to a Half-Horned Bull with an arrow piercing a long. The breath came in ragged, rough breaths. Wheezes echoing in the air as the woman struggled to breath. Someone had dragged her back behind the lines and had called for the her. Hands placed on either side...
  2. Moina Iasis

    Prompt Trouble Calls

    Moina dropped the cloth that George had given her back on the bar as her eyes watched the swinging fists, the chairs broken across backs. She winced in sympathy, but remained where she was standing. She had no intention of getting in the middle of things. "Planning on stopping things?" She asked...
  3. Moina Iasis

    Private Cat's Eye

    The Boneknitter didn't even flinch as a man died not far from them. Healing may have been her specialty, but death was also an ever constant companion. She never believed it could be any different. She wasn't a god capable of saving everyone. Just a mortal who could maybe save a few. She nodded...
  4. Moina Iasis

    Private Cat's Eye

    Moina returned the smirk. She wasn't going to let her guard down either. Couldn't, not with the constant start and stop of the caravan. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason to the decisions being made. If this continued for too long, she'd go put her foot down on giving the marching troops...
  5. Moina Iasis

    Private Cat's Eye

    When the company had stopped for the break, Moina had slid from the bench of the wagon she'd been riding in. Moving around a bit to stretch her legs, her ride being none too comfortable. She'd prefer the back of a horse, but her supplies were in the back of this wagon and she didn't particularly...
  6. Moina Iasis

    Prompt Trouble Calls

    A shout, "I am the PUMPKIN KING!", echoed through the tavern and drew everyone's attentions. A Deva stood at the center of a table collecting coin from some kind of bet as his drink dripped from the short beard on his chin. She couldn't see cards about, but there was no surprise. People would...
  7. Moina Iasis

    Prompt Trouble Calls

    Blue eyes glance out the wavy panes of glass as the droplets of rain drip down the sides. A mug of something strong sits on the table nearby as the red haired woman relaxes on the bench. Loud shouts, cheers, and the occasional angry shout echo in the Patched Paw Tavern, one of the regular...
  8. Moina Iasis

    Moina Iasis

    Born in the Arshakan Empire to a minor Noble family, Moina childhood growing up is as about as one might expect of a war-loving nation. As soon as she was old enough to hold a weapon, she was being taught to wield them. Swords, daggers, spears, bows, there was no limit to the what was taught...
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