His patron had been nothing short of generous in aiding Korzhev in battling the monstrous creature, for his spells struck through and momentarily, the creature would feel the effects of the Company’s spell, where it should have shaken them off with ease.
He had the wit to use one powder he had...
Korzhev heard the screams and the command issued to him before he could ever hope to look at what was that that was so anxiety inducing that everything degenerated into chaos in the blink of an eye. But he had no time to do anything, much less sort through his own mind, so he focused on the sole...
“What a considerate thought you’ve put in for me, miss! Korzhev chuckled, his reluctance gone entirely now. “I’m afraid that even with a kiss, I would still be an old man! Albeit then perhaps, I may find myself seeing eye to eye with sir Alberto, which might spare him a good many sore necks!”...
Korzhev smiled at the knight upon hearing his request. He didn’t do much else to honour the request though, as he let Sentry set the child they have fished out from the cage down on the ground. Perhaps, deep down, he still worried about coming off as…there was a word he was searching for. Ah...
“Why my friend, you never know when your time has come to become the unsuspecting victim of one of those things! It’s deserving of many thanks that enough of us have ventured in we should be able to fend off any meaner fellows.” Korzhev spoke in a lower voice once he found himself within the...
Korzhev did not approach the prospect of a week’s worth of travelling with his usual excitement. It must have been the unceremonious way in which he was woken up that particular day – the sounds of clanking, unwashed? pots- there was little to blame for his less than cheery mood. Nevertheless...
Somewhere in the middle of her contemplation of Martha Bakker's hypothetical house, Ira heard a voice adressing her a greeting. A woman. She tried to turn toward the direction of the woman's voice but even then perhaps she was looking in a different direction entirely. How disturbing. If she...
Ira disliked the cold. So much so she almost regretted leaving the confines of her little home that day. She almost wanted to give in to the words of her two maids, yet her desire to be in some other space, preferably lacking any walls, she waved her maid’s words, Amira’s, away indifferently...
• Name: Ira Hielscher
• Age: 23
• Ethnicity: German
• Nationality: American
• Occupation: Writer
• Gender: Female
• Orientation: Bisexual
• Bio: Ira and her twin Eien, having been born into a wealthy, only held the potential value they could bring if they were to be married off. Having...
He had to think for quite a long time in order to give Anija a proper answer. Spells a witch should always know…At some point during his musing- a great question did that young woman come up with for him indeed- his bowl of soup has been forgotten somewhere on a log near the campfire. Perhaps...
Korzhev couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the peculiar reaction to his question. Anija’s own was more or less proof of what he suspected. That perhaps the lady was perplexed by something of a more…spiritual nature.
“A very interesting question you have for me, dear miss! Well…” For the time...
It had been quite a long time since he enjoyed a drink, eyes closed and his usual smile. Even if the opportunity to enjoy one had come rather, unexpectedly, Korzhev tried not to be to hard on the clumsy adventurer. His leg being met by his staff and sacrificing what was left of the drink that...
Korzhev watched with glee as his pot slowly and surely emptied. He had been quite content to look at his fellow company, whom he almost considered a second family, enjoy a brief peaceful moment that he had created. For also but a moment, he felt quite like he thought an old man should: grateful...
Korzhev's smile widened when he saw some of his fellow company members join him for morning tea. "Good morning, mister Syll madam Sentry and Sera, mister Petro. Today's brew is the good ol' green tea. This one's the usual to go for after a terrible hangover! he chuckled, "oh but, it's best...
On the departure day, Korzhev was woken up by pans clanged together. He cursed. The unbearable noise had sucessfully woken him up from a rather wholesome dream. But the bitterness from being ripped out of the dream was gone and was replaced instead with alertness, the events of the previous day...
The old man seemed rather reluctant to allow them to rid the village of their supposed thieves. Erizthra had to wonder what did a bunch of foreign thugs needed a pearl for. They could harass the villagers and wring them dry of all of their supplies the same without it. Then was it out of sheer...
The little house that the villagers considered a place of worship seemed to fit right in with the rest of the village. It seemed like it too had been forgotten by the passing of the time. Even before the three of them had entered the building, Erizthra felt out of place. She had scarcely an idea...
The Riverlands made for an endearing landscape to Erizthra’s eyes, but in all honesty, any of which were not of a mountain or of caves, tended to have that effect. Well, after she’s had her share of sightseeing, the woman had finally started to notice. Stares, coming from whichever direction...
When he saw that Sera was slowly returning to his senses, Korzhev smiled. “Welcome back, dear! Now, it is a much, much better idea to lay down in this state.” Before answering her questions and clearing up some of the visible confusion, he tried to gently push her to lay down again.
“Oh...
Korzhev watched as the tavern they’d only just had a celebration the previous be turned into a makeshift hospital. Their chirurgeon wasted no time in tending to everybody wounds. Meanwhile, when he had called for him he cheerily told Alberto, “My, looks like duty is calling for me!” as he left...