Honour’s Stand
Isaac Heathe
“But perhaps it’s a part of his charm: you can tell who he is from the first glance. A simple man, with a simple buzzcut, and a simple set of gear that doesn’t look pretty but gets the job done.”
-Neva
“My mind goes to Isaac, a polite young man; respectful, compassionate, and always looking out for me. His people have been so lovely, even with their strange pauses and careful looks after every word they say.”
-Liatris
Neva Oyii
“Peering at Neva, a tight, uncomfortable feeling twists inside my chest as she approaches. The lack of sound, the unnerving serenity as she carefully presses her dress around her, the quiet calculation behind her appearance and every action… it’s unsettling. Nature always provides clues about what to expect: a thud as something hits the earth, or the rustle of twigs and leaves as the wind changes. Neva, however, offers no hints. She is unnatural.”
-Jegrac
“With a gentle flourish, magic ripples across my brilliant red dress. The expensive garment compliments my silhouette, further embellished by the crimson waves foaming around my upper arms and chest. I adjust the ruby-crested necklace painting a gorgeous gold circle around my neck, and let Yuina continue my lecture.”
-Neva
“Neva’s voice sounds strangely sharp as she enters the caravan. Her ebony bark glistens with tiny droplets, which she shakes towards the smirking Jegrac following behind her.”
-Liatris
Liatris Summerstep
“Turning back to the field, it’s hard not to admire the view. Liatris dances within the swaying ocean of green, her yellow dress twirling like a leaf on the wind as she frolics alongside Pall.”
-Isaac
“Liatris sits up a little too straight as Neva carefully applies her unnatural but necessary magic over the dryad’s beautiful mass of ferns and vines, transforming it into boring human hair. Her fingers trace down to Liatris’s face, and the verdant lines covering her features like weathered bark fade and warp into peachy-white skin. She looks like any other human citizen of Nexus, although her eyes remain a vibrant violet.”
-Jegrac
Jegrac (and Pall!)
“A man is crouched beneath the shade of another abandoned stall, his face tucked below the wide brim of his hat. Even though his features are hidden, I instantly recognize Jegrac’s gnarled brown hair, the worn leather coat draped over his broad shoulders, and the giant black hound sniffing for crumbs in his long, thin beard.”
-Isaac
“Jegrac’s laughter rumbles through the air, loud and coarse, and my annoyance grows. I should have known better than to talk about fashion with a man who only cares about his armour and his mutt-loving companion who willingly pairs a trench coat with an obnoxiously large hat.”
-Neva
Damian Cappell
“He stands there, stiff and uncomfortable, just like the oversized uniform hanging off his shoulders and hiding his hands beneath long sleeves. His eyes wander to the bannisters and various decorations spread throughout the guild hall, flickering back to Isaac as the Commander tries to hold a conversation with the nervous newbie.”
-Jegrac
“Damian stares at me with such intense awe that heat rises up my neck and into my cheeks. The new recruit sprints from frame to frame, his eyes wide and his mouth agape as he absorbs the visual history spread throughout the hallway. He’s lucky; Aria has added even more decorations in the last few days, and the blue walls are obscured by articles, artifacts, and artwork that cover every available surface from the charcoal mahogany ceiling to the lined wooden floor. As I watch Damian, a smile begins to form on my face. He has a familiar eagerness, one I’d forgotten after years of adventuring.”
-Isaac
Kaneko Yuina
“At first glance our guild’s scholar is tall and slender like a reed, but muscular lines lurk beneath her grey dress shirt and tan pants. The large, light brown backpack slung over her shoulder has a noticeable heft and weight to it, and the notebooks attached to her belt or poking out from the pouches strapped to her legs obscure a powerful figure.”
-Isaac
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“I scour the faces of my guild, admiring their reactions. Yuina, bless her soul, is already peering down at my ankles, brandishing new bandages and chalk.”
-Aria
Frost
“The pale child sits by the treeline, perched cross-legged on a pile of riftspawn tangled together in a frozen sculpture. I stare back at him, rubbing my arms as a cold wind flows out from his throne of corpses.
An oversized silver cloak dwarfs the boy’s thin body, carving a trail in the snow falling around his bare feet. He slides down the glacial remains until he reaches the ground, keeping his distance from me. With a sharp breath, the chill retreats, shimmering in a deadly haze around the porcelain-white figure.”
-Neva
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“The sound begins to die out, however, when a strange, unexpected giggling breaks through the cacophony. Wind-chimes of laughter lure all eyes onto Frost, who is seated against a wall littered with spirals of ice and snow..”
-Jegrac
Kaneko Yuina
“At first glance our guild’s scholar is tall and slender like a reed, but muscular lines lurk beneath her grey dress shirt and tan pants. The large, light brown backpack slung over her shoulder has a noticeable heft and weight to it, and the notebooks attached to her belt or poking out from the pouches strapped to her legs obscure a powerful figure.”
-Isaac
(picture pending)
“I scour the faces of my guild, admiring their reactions. Yuina, bless her soul, is already peering down at my ankles, brandishing new bandages and chalk.”
-Aria
Aria Stueck
“Aria steps out from a gap hidden amongst rows of teetering documents and old tomes. Adjusting her spectacles, she peers past me, and her eyes lock onto the new recruit. I squeeze against a nearby cabinet as the older woman gently pushes me aside to hobble closer to Damian.”
-Isaac
Image pending
“The archivist raises a wispy eyebrow as she stares through us, rising higher to catch a glimpse down the stairs. A smile crosses her face, and the fuzzy white robes draped over her frail body sink into a nest of velvet.”
-Isaac, again