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Raven kept to her own thoughts, mind wondering to all the stories she had read about the Xillies from the past. The creatures now were very similar in appearance and nature of the ancient monsters back then save for one thing: their prey. The mage was consulting this in her mind, comparing...

When the very tall, swamp woman spoke, Raven's gaze flickered over to her. The mage made the assumption based on her appearance, there were several signs that told her where this woman most likely came from, and it had to be from one of the swamps to the west of Lynthia, in the plains. Of...

The tin man's voice rang clearly in room, and his tone and skepticism was one King Jair expected after giving his proposal. He waited until he finished to speak, his mouth open to provide the words to explain when he was interrupted by the opening of the double doors into the room. King Jair...

Raven's eyes flickered over to the doors, just as they opened, from within her hood. She hadn't said anything throughout this conversation, but thankfully the large man near her decided to do most of the talking. For now, she took stock of this new visitor just as some of the others did...

While Ajax ate and consumed enough food that could very well sustain everyone in the room for the rest of the day, knights included, and then some, Raven's own plate was still barely touched. It already had little on it, and seemed to only consist of fruit and greenery. There was a piece of...

Windradchen? The name echoed in her mind even as the armored man continued to speak, somewhat intrigued by the chances that the two men on either side of her were both foreigners in Lynthia. While that had been simple to distinguish from Ajax, Raven had no way of suspecting this man to be...

Raven, completely oblivious of the muscled man's thoughts, nonetheless got an impression of what he was thinking through his dasterdly grin. It didn't matter to her, however. In all honesty, she could care less of what he thought. She was used to such looks of superiority, and even pity. It did...

The man's proclaimed "HAH!" didn't fail to nearly make Raven flinch as it echoed along the stone walls, but it wasn't fear that called for it. The sound made her head ache slightly with its abruptness and volume, and the throb in her head beat in rythm with the sound until it faded seconds after...

The guests present were indeed of a wide variety. Raven couldn't say she took a particular interest in any of them, save for the sudden appearance of the criminal when he first entered the room (@Zerohex). Well, "criminal" was the first thought to come to mind. He was well decorated with chains...

Raven Erimentha and Jeremy Opal Wick Current Location: Castle waiting Room Interacting with: No one The sudden appearance of the Xillies had come as a shock to the townspeople on that fateful night two weeks ago. But to Raven, it had only been a minor surprise. After all, hadn't Notices...

It looks like the Xillies have struck again. But this time, in several different locations. All along Lynthia, the night was filled with screams of terror and fright as the ghastly beings invaded their homes, crashing through doors and striking pass weapons. No one had been prepared for this...

When the red-head, now known as Ein, reached for her cloth that he returned, he noticed the scabs that decorated her hands. He was somewhat curious of their making, but put little interest in them and gave no further acknowledgement. It wasn't like it was an uncommon thing among adventurers...

As distant as he appeared with his thoughts, Ferdinand didn't miss the nudge to his arm followed soon after by another of the mercinary's little phrases, only his eyes turning slightly to her as he was drawn from his thoughts. He almost smiled in amusement as she positioned herself jut a bit...

What did it take to be a scribe? Most would answer that all it took was paper, pen, and a quiet room. Not Ferdinand. There was more to being a scribe or any type of writer, which was why only few survived alone on such a vocation. It took imagination to weave the stories together, even when...

"WOAH! What the hell is wrong with you?! Slow down!" For about the fifth time since entering the carriage, Fern leaned his head out the window to shout over the rushing air that now assaulted his hair, pony tail whipping this way and that behind him as the carriage only seemed to pick up even...