Faythian nudged her friend’s knee. Chatrah looked down at the Gnome.
“Don’t want to cut a family reunion short,” Faythian said, nodding across the expansive bridge of the Vindicaar, “but there may be a ‘situation’.”
The mage followed her friend’s gaze. Standing near the center of the large room—conversing with the Prophet no less!—was a Nathrizem, the race that served the Eredar commanders directly. Chatrah took a step back from Vanni. The paladin glanced over her shoulder.
“Oh, that iz High Commander Lothraxion,” she smiled.
Chatrah
Menlos leaned against the doorframe, watching his wife tear the small shed apart.
“Let me know when I can find my tools,” he smiled. Haavna’s silver eyes narrowed over her shoulder.
“When I can find mine…” she threatened, pulling various things from another box. Menlos shrugged and left her to her mission in the garden shed. He would just be in her way and annoy her.
He looked at her garden. It was a simple one, and not very large. There were a few herbs tucked away here and there, those being the only practical things about it. Mostly, it was a place of beauty, of comfort. Which,
Chatrah glanced over at her younger sister. Can I really call her that anymore? she smiled. Vanni had spent centuries in the Twisting Nether fighting the Legion. The mage blinked as something shimmered across Vanni’s skin. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“You got a tattoo?”
“Huh? Oh, um… well… sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“They’re actually more… imprints of the Light.”
Chatrah settled back, carefully pulling her robe on. “I see. They are evidence of your chosen status.”
“Well… I suppose? Not all Lightforge hav
The crash of thunder echoed through the cavern. Chatrah pressed herself further into Le’arn.
“Couldn’t we have found somewhere else?” she cried.
The man tightened his hug. He had managed to coax Chatrah a few feet in to the cave entrance, just enough to get out of the downpour. He didn’t expect it to have such great acoustics…
“We are just find here,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “The shower will let up soon, and we can leave.” He looked back over his shoulder. The cave was not a very deep one, it only went back about another thirty feet.
Ah! Bu
Chatrah leaned against a petrified tree, her lungs burning. Zenall had collapsed to the ground alongside Phellanie and Damisa. Seonag and Dehla carefully circled to one side, Faythian and Ciaran the other.
The ground shook again.
The mage dropped down, pulling Zenall and Damisa closer as the mechanical roar echoed through the canyon.
“There’s a gully, there,” Seonag pointed. She dropped down a short embankment, cutting across the reaver’s path. Chatrah gently prodded the youngest member of the group after. It was only a little further, their rendezvous point.
That damned roar again! The
Faythian nudged her friend’s knee. Chatrah looked down at the Gnome.
“Don’t want to cut a family reunion short,” Faythian said, nodding across the expansive bridge of the Vindicaar, “but there may be a ‘situation’.”
The mage followed her friend’s gaze. Standing near the center of the large room—conversing with the Prophet no less!—was a Nathrizem, the race that served the Eredar commanders directly. Chatrah took a step back from Vanni. The paladin glanced over her shoulder.
“Oh, that iz High Commander Lothraxion,” she smiled.
Chatrah
Menlos leaned against the doorframe, watching his wife tear the small shed apart.
“Let me know when I can find my tools,” he smiled. Haavna’s silver eyes narrowed over her shoulder.
“When I can find mine…” she threatened, pulling various things from another box. Menlos shrugged and left her to her mission in the garden shed. He would just be in her way and annoy her.
He looked at her garden. It was a simple one, and not very large. There were a few herbs tucked away here and there, those being the only practical things about it. Mostly, it was a place of beauty, of comfort. Which,
Chatrah glanced over at her younger sister. Can I really call her that anymore? she smiled. Vanni had spent centuries in the Twisting Nether fighting the Legion. The mage blinked as something shimmered across Vanni’s skin. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“You got a tattoo?”
“Huh? Oh, um… well… sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“They’re actually more… imprints of the Light.”
Chatrah settled back, carefully pulling her robe on. “I see. They are evidence of your chosen status.”
“Well… I suppose? Not all Lightforge hav
The crash of thunder echoed through the cavern. Chatrah pressed herself further into Le’arn.
“Couldn’t we have found somewhere else?” she cried.
The man tightened his hug. He had managed to coax Chatrah a few feet in to the cave entrance, just enough to get out of the downpour. He didn’t expect it to have such great acoustics…
“We are just find here,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “The shower will let up soon, and we can leave.” He looked back over his shoulder. The cave was not a very deep one, it only went back about another thirty feet.
Ah! Bu
Chatrah leaned against a petrified tree, her lungs burning. Zenall had collapsed to the ground alongside Phellanie and Damisa. Seonag and Dehla carefully circled to one side, Faythian and Ciaran the other.
The ground shook again.
The mage dropped down, pulling Zenall and Damisa closer as the mechanical roar echoed through the canyon.
“There’s a gully, there,” Seonag pointed. She dropped down a short embankment, cutting across the reaver’s path. Chatrah gently prodded the youngest member of the group after. It was only a little further, their rendezvous point.
That damned roar again! The
Okay, so I thought I'd give this journal thing a try. ^_^
I finally got my black dragon costume done after 2 years! Unfortunately, I do not have a camera, so I was unable to take pictures of it myself. Luckily for me, MANY people at SakuraCon did! I'm not comfortable posting someone else's picture here, so instead, I will offer you a link to their flickr page of the picture!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/heathbar/5645779904/sizes/l/
What you can't see in the picture is the back of the wings or gown: the back of the wings are done in faux snakeskin and the back of the underskirt is suede cloth with a scale pattern on it and a 1 foot train
I just wanted to thank you for the on Fae Origins - Drider Sorceress…[link] I really appreciate your support and taking the time to browse through my gallery of fantastical creatures and beautiful Elf maidens, strange cookies and support stamps!
As a special "thank you," I am continuing to offer one giant cookie for every fave! So enjoy and come back when you're hungry again! ~Ellen
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I was looking for piccys for a sorceress/wizard costume. A lot of Drow piccys showed up in my search, and as I play a Drow in a game, I have to take a peek. ^^ I really like your interpretation! I was wondering if you used a photo...? It's really nice!
Thank you so much for the feedback - I really appreciate it! As a token of my gratitude, please accept this carton of dancing milk to go along with your cookies! [link] ~Ellen Oh, and yes, I work exclusively with photos... I don't know how to do anything more than just cut and paste - lol!