Firiona Vie Everquest

Alsurin grimaced at the very idea of dragon meat. Time had soothed revulsion at the thought of killing the great serpents, yet he always saw a dichotomy between the aversion of most sentient creatures to cannibalism and their willingness to eat another thinking being merely because it walked on more...

Alsurin ducked as a beast of water swung a massive limb, sending a cluster of attackers reeling. Another command sent the elemental surging skyward with a gaping maw to snatch a pirate crossing the ropes, dragging him down into the cold depths. In the midst of his puppeteering, the summoner found hi...

An arrow whizzed past Alsurin's shoulder to shatter against the stone of the deck. "It would seem that a warning shot will not be needed." grumbled the mage. A quick series of gestures sent a sphere of flame streaking toward the attackers in a deadly retort. The pirate ship seemed like a h...

Alsurin sighed, a plan that had seemed so tightly woven in his mind apparently had holes enough for quite a few unforeseen circumstances. Perhaps he should have spent less time on what would occur after they reached the destination and more examining the actual process of getting there. Yet, the con...

Alsurin staggered up to the top deck, having still not adapted to the motions of the sea. "What business would a merchant have with us? Yes, and the king's navy would never come this far out." Clinging to the side with a deathlike grip, he peered at the black dot now plowing towards them w...

The conjurer's eyebrows went even higher, "Ah..I see" Alsurin glanced at Kalsari in an obvious struggle with disbelief, yet after a moment he simply shrugged and nodded. Even fire had to burn cold sometimes he supposed.

Alsurin raised a blond eyebrow, questioning whether such a gesture was wise with all circumstances considered. Nevertheless, Gilliadson seemed to be the one in control of this situation. The conjurer relaxed his stance somewhat, dismissed the crackling electricity, and directed his servants attentio...

Alsurin burst into the room, hands dancing with lightning, with Stormfollower not far behind. With glance around the chaos of the room, the magus growled softly, trying to keep his attention divided between both adversaries. With the sound of crashing waves , a being comprised purely of water flowed...

The shaman's sudden appearance nearly made the magus leap out of the bushes. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, an errant root held his foot fast, sending Alsurin into the dirt. "Storm, the sun blind you!" The drakkin retrieved his body, and no small portion of his pride, from the ground and c...

An unblinking eye gazed upon the unfolding drama, concealed in plan sight in a dark corner of the ceiling. Pity that the no one ever seemed to look up when scanning for danger. Yet, without this inherent failing Zomm's conjuration would never have gained such widespread use. If necessity is the moth...

The stone felt good under his fingers, firm and unyielding. At one point the bars of fate had felt like that, cold and uncaring iron. That was until he had learned how easily they could be bent. Now it seemed that some hand had warped the lattice in his favor for once. Albeit the path was uncertain ...

Alsurin boarded the vessel with glaring reluctance, constantly grabbing hold of any surface near him as if the ship would suddenly sink on a whim. It occurred to the magus that he might have been better served with a plan that did not incorporate a mode of travel which he regarded with paranoia. He ...

Once more, the magister struggled to calm himself. Unforeseen factors were entering his plan like a flight of swallows plunging through the subtle silk of a spider's web. He had long scoffed at childish claims of divine intervention and its ilk. Yet, he tried to leave silently and unnoticed and the ...

"Indeed it has," said the drakkin, withholding a sigh. The prospective of confronting their objective after "experiencing" nature for several nights was not one to lift his spirits. "We are traveling to a small island of the southern coast of Odus, Nomis, called windtorn isl...

Alsurin nearly left his own skin at the enchantress's appearance, wondering frantically the letter had been found prematurely. Yet, as he was neither accused or wrapped helplessly in her power like a rag droll, the young man concluded that he was safe for the moment. Reassurance quickly smoothed his...