Nox Eternus
Daughter of the Old Serpent
“…..The Daughter of the Old Serpent……”
No, too obvious he thought.
WAR: Neverlin's Terms
Neverlin’s horse took one last burning breath, and then died of exhaustion.
The cherry-black steed neighed pathetically in death throes as it tripped over its own legs and began crumpling in a heap at the foot of the red brick fortress. As the corpse of his warhorse collapsed, Neverlin leaped from its saddle like a panther and alighted nimbly on the blood stained granite steps leading up to one of the many undisclosed lairs of Nox Eternus. Without braking stride, he landed and stalked coolly up the long familiar staircase.
The Most Bitter Terms
((I’ve done my best to capture the events of this weekend from Aurelius’ point of view, touching on some points, dropping a few here and there. I didn’t chatlog anything (I’d kill for a decent chatlogger in the game!), so most of the conversations are from memory and as honest as I can recall))
Aurelius had barely slept the last forty-eight hours. The dust and stink of all Hyborea’s lands still clung to him, even on the clothing he’d worn beneath his armor. Every muscle ached, from battle, from travel, from the lack of sleep. Yet, he still could not sleep.
He could only watch her as she slept.
Tale From the Back Line, A Necromancer's Account of the Battle of Tesso
Invicta at War!
Aurelius stepped into the alley, the door to the Green Man creaking quietly shut behind him. He'd participated in many a war council in many a tavern, from the clouded rankness of the Salty Dog to an unnamed tavern, more a barn, in Brandoc Village. He'd seen alliances come and go in his time as a mercenary commander and the Company he lead had fought for or against most of them.
But this war council had been different. Throughout all the turmoil and strife of these last few months, the King's Guard of Poitain had always been the unlikeliest, yet the staunchest, of friends.
