SillyWritings

Asdevaer had been lurking in the Iukan library for two days. She was waiting for a specific individual, and her excuse to Lord Morvin was wearing thin, as she had already come here to research any Iukan lore for magic use in the battle against the Nameless. Her own patience was wearing thin, as she had come her on a whim, deciding it was time for her to do something about the secret struggles in the Iukan army. Why was it any of her, an lowly Aweien mage's business? It wasn't, but she knew she could do something, so therefore she had to. Her eyes snapped up from the book she was reading, tracking the movement of one young Iukan male. The cor

Ghebaas Morvin paced the length of his room, his boots tapping sharply on the floor. The sparse furnishings were making the small room feel crowded to him, his mind trying to keep a hold on calm. His legs moved faster, turning him back and forth in a pattern, a small sense of order in the quickly diminishing order of his life. He tried the doorknob again, even though it was the fifth time he tried to open the door since he was put here. As before, it was locked. Bororg was also closed to him, the dragon not responding to his calls. He knew he was still near, their bond telling him that at least. He wasn’t sure at this point if even that