Khy'eras

At his invitation to stay she felt a small smile at the corner of her lips. It was gone in a moment, but her thoughts were already whirling about. “If you’d sing me your rarest song, I can promise to be an enraptured listener,” she said as she began to trace another of the more delicate carvings. Wh...

“Of course, just like the community centers in the trees. And no, I live here, though my work does have me travelling often.” She quirked her mouth with a tinge of memory. “No sense in getting stories third-hand when you can speak with someone who was there,” she said, admiring a particularly detai...

Vanessa remained unfazed, her expression an imperiously cool neutral, as the overly tall elf woman pretended to ignore her. She’d dealt with far more ridiculous displays of power for far less potential benefit in the pursuit of her research. When Raen appeared and called her over she offered the ‘La...

Vanessa released Kip back to wherever he returned as she made to leave the back alleys and side streets. It wouldn’t do to draw the ire of random citizens. She had to halt at least twice in her quest to find the White Hart. Apparently her mental map of the area had more holes than she had thought. D...

The elven, maybe half-elven, woman disappeared when Vanessa inquired. This was even more suspicious than before. Instead of attempting to follow her like some fool she dealt with the fawnings of several slightly drunk sailors. “Yes, it is a true creature, records approved by House Nyshasa themselves...

Vanessa noticed the clink of silver and her eyes widened. She’d already meant to speak to the elf. Now she had to hunt him down. ‘If he is tossing out silver for puppets, what could I get for my research,’ she thought as excitement filled her chest. The woman that followed the elf also had pointed e...

There were more shouts, among them Elvish, when she revealed the deadly Kraken’s maw. She finally spotted the man as the children in the front row recoiled back in fear. He was tall, very tall, and clearly an elf. He had a rather distinct set of tattoos on his neck and cheek as well as a shock of bl...

Vanessa heard Elvish shouts from behind her booth. She scanned the crowd, her bright orange eye looking through a minute peephole in the theater frame’s front panel. Unfortunately, there were too many people settled in near to her and all she managed to see were dirty rags and collapsing boots. ‘Nee...

Vanessa could feel the eyes on her, drunk sailors with their red-eyed leers, exhausted laborers with dull eyes, and the common folk, simply looking for a place to rest and eat. She'd been to many such places, the poorer taverns and bars around Fellsgard were a frequent haunt of the bard. She worked ...