Khy'eras

Faryv’s day is a day that Farro tries to forget exists. Each and every year, but no matter how hard he wishes it into being, that abhorrent day rolls around, and he fails to ignore it. Past and present seem to collide within him on that day, memories that he thinks long forgotten and well buried cla...

To the average eye, it would probably have appeared as nothing more than yet another winter night in the city of Fellsgard, and sure enough that was the impression Farro had as he left the witch in his home that night. However, the further south he drew the more electric the air around him seemed to...

As suddenly as the sounds of a brutal fight had begun, they ended, near silence settling over the cold hall and dank rooms like aheavy, oppressive blanket. It seemed no other prisoner was willing to risk drawing any attention to themselves, wisely so given what Farro feared he may have just unleashe...

Farro watched in quiet amusement as the woman lumbered to her feet, moving to the door without a word to him, he followed her though, watching every movement as cat may a mouse it’s intending to play with. He looked over her with a casual interest, taking in her filthy, bedraggled state, the dirt th...

The door swung open, and Kat winced at the brightness of the torch the guard carried. ”Hope you weren’t sleeping, little witch.” Aside from the wince, Katarya did not move. She never did. Her body was wasting away, but her spirit was going faster. In a sense, it was better this way. This numbness. S...

Gidious was one of the easiest targets Farro had come across in a while, the mans’ arrogance and belief in his own power protecting him had left the human wide open to be duped. Feigning comradery between neighbours, Farro had managed to initiate one of those awkward male hugs the humans seemed so f...

The steps that lead downward into the gloomy, were exactly what one may imagine the entry to a dungeon to be. The steps themselves were made of a dark basalt stone, the walls constructed of a cold and damp stone that did not speak of wealth; a stark contrast to the corridor they’d just left and the ...

Farro had to fight to stop his eyes rolling, the man tested his patience even on a good day when he didn't want something from him, today did not seem like one of those days. “I was away on business I’m afraid Gideous,” He said in a long mastered haughty northern accent, “Dreadfully dull trip. I spe...

The plan that had begun to formulate in Farros head as he had dressed, and was now a fully formed strategy ready to be put into motion. A smug smirk graced his face as he strode confidently through the quiet North District streets. The guards Assigned to Lord Gidious’ gates knew Farro fairly well, b...

This morning had been very successful in Farros opinion as he slipped back out of the Velvet Goose. He now had purpose, and something relatively challenging to occupy the long hours of yet another day. He swaggered down the winding streets of the western district, smirking at anyone who met his eye ...