Khy'eras

It wasn’t that Leiven had thought that hide and seek would be a good game for him to play, and he still wondered how easily he’d been drawn into the idea. Maybe the ghost girl was making him open to suggestions with her power, or maybe the day really was that strange. ‘It probably is going to get wo...

Leiven watched the ghost girl become immersed in the game and felt a bit of hope. She seemed like a perfectly normal young girl, no understanding of strategy and all. When Tika suggested hide and seek he had to suppress a grimace. “I think we can manage. Mirabelle, ‘s’not fun if yer friends cheat, c...

“Unless the lass’s much weaker than it seems, or bookish’s a lot stronger than I’m guessin’ we don’ have the firepower for that,” Leiven provided with an intense frown. “Ghosts, always want something, na’ like most of the dead.” He pointed to the small glowing spirit with his shield. “Figure what s...

“Cold iron works an’ve got a few spikes, but works is relative. Makes ‘em right pissed and saps what keeps ‘em solid. Takes time, and you deal with 'em in the meanwhile,” Leiven said helpfully as he hefted his shield and stepped into an approaching undead. The creature’s erratic movement was more d...

Leiven was not quite expecting the tiny creature to dash off into the woods. He trundle along at what he considered a dead sprint, dodging roots and dips only by the grace of chance as he crashed through the undergrowth. Then they burst into the clearing and his instincts flooded his body with adren...

“Right then, let’s get down before they eat you both,” Leiven shouted, adjusting his light to fall more completely on the pair. He’d seen the trees move clearly this time as soon as Tika looked away. “Maybe don’ let your friend out up high, I’d hate for ‘em to poof. Just come down, nice and easy, a...

“I’ll keep me boots firmly down here, where I ain’t getting crushed t’death when my sweat-covered thighs can’t hold a grip,” Leiven said, warily eyeing the trunks around them. He watched Tika move over and start to scramble up a trunk like some sort of squirrel. He chuckled at the sight, despite th...

There once was a man from Fellsgard,
who's pants were always tight.

There was always many a friendly woman,
looking to spend the night.

One day he came to a well,
the depths lay far out of sight.

He stuck his rod down the hole,
and suffered a terrible bite.

“Right, so there’s supposed t’be a river, and those don’t tend t’move around much,” Leiven said through a severe frown as he hefted his axe and stood. “So, we’re bein’ funneled, or cornered. The question is towards, or away the thing causin’ all this.” He looked around slowly, his brow pressed down...

Leiven jumped slightly when another Fae, though without wings, appeared. This one could be a child, or an ancient woman as far as the dwarf knew. He decided to just stay quiet and let the student take over whatever situation was developing while he glared at the woods. He kept an ear open to their c...