Khy'eras

"Rather, been stuck here three days." Amelia snorted amicably as it was her turn to be examined. "I won't bore you with the details." Her gaze deflected to the rowdy bunch that were the mercenaries. She knew they were, because of how they painted their shields. They sifted and se...

Amelia pulled out a stool and, given permission to, carefully sat down with a dense metallic clank. She had no need for a shield, and her sword which she carried over her shoulder was hastily shoved under the table. The girl under the helmet did not at all seem clumsy or lumbering, but surprisingly ...

With a groan, Amelia dragged all two hundred pounds of her armored self into the Canted Wheel. She entered, a gauntleted human covered from head to toe in layers of thick bolted fabric, ring mail and plate. A knight’s great helm hid most of her face except for her eyes. Asymmetrical, an irregular gu...

Amelia Varanger | #ffa07a