Meet another (yes) Elf: tall, red-haired, more than lost. This one finds himself at the edge of the wood as though waking from a deep sleep, or entering a dream. Only once he realises he's standing upright, standing at all, does he stumble, slump against a tree. Unusually, maybe, he catches himself on his forearm, not yet recognizing an extra ( Read more... )

An(other) Elf, yes. This one comes walking out from the trees, looking as though he's come walking a long way: his clothes (modern, denim and cotton) are worn and dusty, his hair wind-tangled. What he doesn't look is surprised to be here. It might seem familiar -- after a point everything begins to seem familiar -- more likely, he's just been ( Read more... )

Henry's been stupid, hasn't been feeding enough, and consequently this evening, after being sure Anita and Phedre are both somewhere safe, he's going hunting. Next human he sees, he's probably going to kill. Hungry vampires aren't very discriminating, and he promised both his ladies he'd take care of himself ( Read more... )

Bored Khary does not make for good things, and yet again Khardeen has set himself to doing something at least marginally amusing. He's terribly pleased with himself, though admittedly, he didn't think of the ideas himself.

Anyone who wanders into the front room in the next couple hours will find themselves rather markedly different, this depending ( Read more... )

During the long months of winter, Ilmarinen has kept busy (and warm) with work in his forge. He has finer tools, now, and he has gotten better at destroying any of the mistakes that have tried to run away or kill him. Sometimes, though, he simply can't tell when a work has gone rogue ( Read more... )

For immortals, diversions are seldom truly new--they merely enter a kind of renaissance. The gentleman with the thistle-down hair has lately rediscovered the joy of sense manipulation, and he is toying with the many forms that it can take ( Read more... )

Nita is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the main room, with her book open in front of her, deep in concentration ( Read more... )

Anyone looking for Lucivar will find him outside this evening, looking vaguely distracted and probably with Aaron and Khardeen somewhere nearby, and perhaps a few other First Circle males as well. People sensitive to these kind of things might sense a large amount of magic being gathered. And rather suddenly, sometime after dinner, there very ( Read more... )

Two little redheaded Elves are sneaking through the mansion, a bit bruised, a bit spooked, and very much wondering where their parents and various big brothers are. They don't look as bad as they could be at least, both have at least one unblackened eye, and in their opinion they gave almost as good as they got. And at least they didn't get ( Read more... )

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