Everyone, listen to me! [Aureln is running, and above her footsteps it's in her voice, her breathing a little ragged, her armour ringing. Her voice is raised, a terse bark.]There's a dragon attacking the place - a frostwyrm, and an immensely powerful one! If you're no fighter, you need to get to safety! If you can fight - we'll need you out here ( Read more... )

[Have a very tired sounding elf. She also sounds pretty grumpy, but it's been channelled into wry humour.]

Ugh. I'd block up the hearth if I felt it would do any good. If I'm not being attacked I'm being prodded or just looked at.

[Aureln lives alone and does not appreciate the faery company.]

Does anyone know how to stave off the damned things

This is -

[Shuffling can be heard. A swathe of deep green silk comes into view, blinding the camera for a moment. When it drops, bare skin shows, upper arm to pale throat. A lock of blond hair falls over her shoulder as she shifts.]

- they expect me to wear this? And think it to be safe?

[She throws the thing down into her lap in frustration, ( Read more... )

Undercity! Isn’t it wonderful?

[There’s a rare sort of delight in Aureln’s voice, much less severe and, well, frowny than what is usually in her tone. The shift and clink of her armour suggests she’s all but skipping, and there’s a girlish laugh heard over the bustle and banter of the trade district.]

It’s been a welcome sight oft enough, but now ( Read more... )

This is ridiculous folly. ...What are we supposed to do with them?

Thereth! They may find your presence helpful.