Recent content by Aridis

Blair didn’t look at Abel as he wandered off. Remembering had nothing to do with her current fear. Whether she had her abilities before the amnesia struck or not, she was aware of the consequences going forward. For a moment, she thought about being honest. The Horsemen already learned about her...

"Who's the Flatterer, now?" Perry retorted with a smile. She tried not to look to proud. Unlike the bard, she had yet to show any real talent. Just wearing armor and carrying a sword didn't make one a knight. If it did, then her problems would've been solved long ago. All the same, she gave...

She reached up to take Abel's hand, grateful for the help. Her fingers froze centimeters from his, as reason caught up to her just barely in time. Her own pale flesh caught her off guard, as Blair wasn't used to seeing her own hands without the leather gloves. The moment that she realized there...

The distraction was a welcome one. Perry found herself swaying slightly to the music as the bard played her second song. Like the first, it held a decent influence over her state of mind. She knew that there was magic attached to the tune, but she hardly cared. It just added a new, entertaining...

"In these times? Hope is all we've got." Perry raised her mug to meet the stranger's imaginary one. Arovale was by no means a small town, but Perry liked to think that she was familiar with nearly all of the faces that frequented it. She'd been prowling the streets since she could walk, and...

The “wee little pub” was stuffed almost to capacity with patrons. Even without music, it was a loud and lively place, though there were plenty of complaints about the lack of entertainment. The drunken masses were getting a tad bit unruly, so it was good fortune that Kashta had found a...

Sounds fun! I'm in, if there's still room

Blair landed on her side, hitting the ground pretty hard. Being dropped from such a height was not fun, but it didn't hurt. It strangely didn't hurt. At best, there was a numbness in her hip and leg now. That made it all the easier to ignore any injuries that she sustained. As soon as she hit...

Blair had hope for a fleeting moment that Abigail's distraction would work, and that Abel's attack would hit it's mark. Both plans fell through. Not by lack of skill, but just from poor luck. And despite their efforts, the threat just kept coming. Fuck it, she was dead anyway. She prayed...

Bullets didn't stop him. Being stabbed multiple times didn't slow him down. What were the chances that Jonathan's plan would work? Now that she thought about it, she was placing a lot of faith in a theoretical solution from a complete stranger. For all she knew, he was bullshitting or his...

She couldn’t even pretend to be offended. In another life, she would’ve had a similar reaction. Blair just stared at Sisceal with a look of exhaustion on her face. She wasn’t going to stop him. If he committed to digging through her belongings, he wouldn’t find anything incriminating. Beyond...

Blair opened her mouth to protest that she wasn't crazy, but then immediately shut it. No matter how any sane--or semi-sane--person looked at it, she was acting batshit. Either she was talking to something that wasn't there: Crazy. Or, she was talking to someone who was there, but only she could...

Blair could only shrug in response to Abigail's question. "I know the basics. Enough to not poison myself or burn everything." One thing was for certain, she definitely wasn't a famous chef in her past life. Her definition of a meal was something edible and filling, not anything special. Maybe...

Vultures don’t usually murmur threats in languages that she could understand. They also didn’t plot to outwardly kidnap their food before they even had a chance to collapse on their own. Blair kept her mouth shut about her concerns, though. Even her powers, she kept to herself. She had tried to...

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