1. Anira Verseheart

    Private Legends in Waiting

    Den Emperadizo The massive doors of the old den loomed before Anira, black iron etched with the faded imperial crest. She paused for a moment, brushing a strand of hair from her face, then let her fingers drift to the top buttons of her doublet. With a careful, deliberate tug, she loosened them...
  2. Song

    Private Where Feather Falls

    @Duscan The long robes swayed around the soft steps, layers of differently woven silk on each of three collars - emerald brocade atop the seafoam-green shell embroidery atop the white. The garments wrapped around the ankles, shoes with soft soles and curved toe not made for travel, though the...
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    • crorefell south ilica the city of fools
    • Replies: 40
    • Forum: South Ilica
  3. Krava'quiloor

    Private A Different Song

    One of the slim shapes on the roofs was not a weathervane nor a wind-trap tower. A thin figure's attention wandered over the evening streets, and to the multitudes of stars up above that lanterns below mirrored. They had a good thought there, with the sky-ships. Worse with the local governing...
  4. Anira Verseheart

    Dare Art is what you get away with [M]

    Late evening, Crorefell, City of Fools The Sweet and Sour Inn "I held a fragile ember, warm and bright, Now it’s ash and shadow beneath my skin." Anira's fingers moved with aching familiarity over the strings. The notes knew every secret ache of her heart. She sang not for the crowd, but for...
  5. Krava'quiloor

    Dare Design Fallacies

    Omella was a little old woman. Wrinkled, thin hands, hunched back, a kindly face with as many wrinkles as a baked apple, and half-blind, milky eyes mostly obscured by her heavy lids closing now and then, as if about to take a nap. Omella was a great Knitter, though people didn't seem to recall...
  6. Anira Verseheart

    Dare Mother of Pearls

    The Velvet Jaw didn’t smell like velvet. The brothel was pretending to be a palace. Gilded sconces, velvet drapes, and mirrors big enough to drown in. But the smell gave it away: sweat, stale perfume, the stink of sinners, and the sour tang of too many ugly secrets. Not fresh, but like old. Like...
  7. Anira Verseheart

    Dare And it sounds just like a song

    Ember District, Crorefell In the restless hum of the city night, Anira perched herself lazily in the window of her rented room, not far off street level, close enough to smell and hear every bad decision as it staggered past. It was a decent view, if you didn’t mind rooftops and trouble...
  8. Anira Verseheart

    Anira Verseheart

    She is the daughter of an infamous con artist, a man known as "The Hollow Man." His real name, Elias Veyne. Few ever knew if they had truly encountered him until it was too late. Elias has made a name for himself weaving lies and illusions so intricate that even the most discerning nobles fall...
  9. Silk

    Private Ride or Die

    The morning crept in like a knife slipped between ribs, quiet and without apology. Silk had been up for hours, though time held little meaning in a root cellar. Cellar was buried beneath earth like a forgotten silver piece, tucked between the skeletal ribs of burned-out tenements and shuttered...
  10. Seraphine Duskgloom

    Private A Blossoming Partnership

    Somewhere in South Ilica "-And he said 'double or nothing'! After I had beaten him twice already! Suffice to say, I took that old geezer for everything he was worth!" Seraphine giggled and took another long swig of her ale. She was sat sideways on the lap of a man with one arm draped over his...
  11. Param

    Private Upon Hired Wings

    Wooden propeller blades twift-twift-twift through the crisp wind as the dual shroud engines hummed steady with their work, pushing the Narcisca through the air. The shroud-expansion design, venting the trace threads of shroud up into the the lift-balloons that carried the sky-ship across the...
    • Param
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    • south ilica suldaza the narcisca travel
    • Replies: 8
    • Forum: South Ilica
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