Khy'eras

A rustling sound was the only clue Mara had that indicated the other speaker moved in some way. It might be easy to assume he was pointing but she couldn't be sure. Outwardly, she didn't react except to incline her head a little, not even to tip her face up to his. In fact, she has probably been sta...

Mara angled her head towards the voice in mild surprise. She recognized it as the one she heard when she approached, and its location somewhat above her gave her the impression of someone taller. Other than a kind of odd resonance in the measured cadence of his words -- something she has detected in...

Player: Jess Contact: Discord Mara Whitewood Race: Human Class: Cleric Abridged Background: Mara was born in Fellsgard but grew up in a monastery away from the general public. Due to a relatively isolated childhood until the age of thirteen, she didn't have much interaction with other people, inclu...

The air in Ninraih was like bathwater; dense and humid even on mild days, Mara felt as though she waded through it more than she walked. After nearly a decade of traveling between tropical Ajteire and the far more moderate Fellsgard, she still wasn't used to the way her hair and clothes adhered unco...