<Farseer Aranethyr> "He is... Now deciding, who shall return from the dead - himself or the Exarch... Or if he won't return at all." The Seer...
<Farseer Aranethyr> Without looking away from the endeavour, the Farseer spoke. "He was in suffering, endangering himself and those around him -...
<Architect> The male Exodite warrior listened attentive to the musings of his cousin and the speech of his twin blades. "Someone in your mind,...
<Farseer Aranethyr> Amidst the Healers, the Farseer and the Iyandenite Warlock served as links - psychic nods that boosted the power of Isha's...
(OOC: Be back at nightfall, crew.)
<Unknown female Guardian> "It won't take long, Kais Vehd. It was the Farseer's will to accommodate our guests in every way we can," she said,...
<Tyrelhien of Arché> The man took his time, walking into contact. He twirled on his toes, slashing horizontally with his sword, closely followed...
<Unknown female Guardian> "Kais Vehd" she greeted, followed by a gracious bow. "The Farseer is at the Chambers of Isha at the moment, tending...
<Architect> "Maybe you should stop trying to get all the ladies and remember you're fighting for your life," pointed out the woman. "Tyrelhien,...
<Architect> The Exodite took her cousin by the back of her neck, her usual steely grip now light as a feather. She pulled him closer to her until...
<Astora> The Exodite braced for the incoming ground, and was able to stop it from meeting her face. However, air was leaing her fast, every...
<Astora> The woman kept her struggling effort minimal, one of her hands grasped the ground by her side. "Dirt is all we have back at Arché. Snowy...
<Astora> "First blood." The woman let go of her spear in a split-second, just enough to throw a fist directed at the Hellion's face. Regardless...
<Astora> Again twirling, spinning both weapons in her hands just for show, the woman got in position. One glance measured her foe - this time for...
<Architect> A knife was pulled from the belt of the female, and it swiftly carved a small but deep enough cut to let out a single teardrop of...
<Architect> Astora cartwheeled nimbly clear of the kick with a smile on her lips, maybe they were indulging the Commorrite? She bumped into...
<Architect> Astora rolled backwards and for a moment held the weight of her entire body & armour with just one hand, completely vertical. A...
<Astora> As Kholivaz rolled with her spear well locked to his body, Astora was forced to be flipped or let go of her weapon - and like that's...
<Tyrelhien & Astora> The male, armed with an Exodite spear and a sword, lowered the toothy visor of his helm. "Again I ask, are you-" "RWAAAH!"...
<Astora & Tyrelhien> The couple came around the dome some time later, the place that surrounded them was peaceful under the light of the fake day...
