The young woman's lips came to rest in a firm line as she watched the captain retrieve his weapons before dismissing her to negotiate with the other man. She was not accustomed to not being taken seriously, or at least as a serious threat. If she had hinted at a similar chance at something the...
Errand girl? One eyebrow cocked, Castalia had only just opened her mouth to shoot some variation of a snarky retort back in the captain's direction when Oro began to speak once more, cutting her off. Seconds later, a shot tore through the night, causing her to jump forward a step, her right hand...
Castalia's eyes darted from the man behind the counter to the axe buried in the wall behind him only a split second after it made contact, instantly causing her shoulders to tense up. How could she have been so careless to let her guard down in the middle of the docks? Mentally scolding herself...
Castalia sighed softly, restraining herself from rolling her eyes as her grip on the man's shirt tightened. "I've come a long way to see the man in charge of this particular ship. Do you understand me?" Her voice was eerily quiet, its stressed tone making it obvious that the stranger across the...
Castalia raised an eyebrow at the man's response, far from any sort of answer she'd wanted. Suppressing a short laugh, she cleared her throat softly and shook her head. It was all too obvious that none of her Order had ventured this far into the Caribbean within the last century or she would...
The cool night breeze brought with it the subtle taste of sea salt, whispering through the few lone palms that stood along the sandy beach bordering Havana's port. Ships of varying sizes, each anchored a short ways from the shore, creaked with the small movements of the water beneath them. In...
Castalia Desdemona Milas
Pronounced:
Cast-all-yuh Dez-da-moa-na Mee-lahs
Unlucky witnesses to have encountered her before spread whispers of a sly but fierce "Black Fox". Though, the name she'll typically give if required is her middle name, Desdemona (meaning unlucky or misery in...
Havana, Cuba-1715
Under the Spanish rule of King Philip V, Havana teems with bright hopes of life and dark tales of death. On the surface, the city is littered with the royal army, pointing their muskets at anything and anyone who seems even the slightest bit adverse to the will of the crown...
I wouldn't say there's a specific country that I'm especially partial to other than the United States, primarily during the Revolutionary and WWII time periods, but I enjoy European history as well. I've taken pretty much every AP history class I could get my hands on plus three years of French...
Havana, Cuba-1715
Under the Spanish rule of King Philip V, Havana teems with bright hopes of life and dark tales of death. On the surface, the city is littered with the royal army, pointing their muskets at anything and anyone who seems even the slightest bit adverse to the will of the crown...