DDO :A Meeting of Hearts: P1Kilauea Darkchilde knelt in the stinking sewer water, staring down the poorly lit hallway at an ogre that was busy scratching itself. She held her bow tilted slightly to keep it out of the festering water, an arrow nocked and resting lightly on her index finger. Behind her, she could sense the presence of her cleric companion, Dolmer Syrinc. They had come to Stormreach at about the same time, and had gravitated towards each other with the ease of old friends. Although Dolmer was a cleric, he was skilled with a sword, and Kilauea was grateful for the backup.DDO :A Meeting of Hearts: P1 by SunGryphon
"Especially in times like this," she whispered, and moved forward slowly, keeping quietly to the shadows. The ogre hadn't noticed her, but these sewer tunnels were full of nooks and crannies, and more often than not, those nooks and crannies were full of kobolds. The small reptilian creatures seemed to breed with the annoying alacrity of rabbits. Though the ogre was still out of her range, she moved as silently as possible, her bow
DDO :Broken Refuge: P1Haleakala was a young elf. Well, young by elven standards, and certainly by the standards of the large green construct she was currently arguing with, even if she was one hundred and thirty-two years old.DDO :Broken Refuge: P1 by SunGryphon
"But they're the most well-known troupe in Stormreach! Don't you want me to learn to be a better bard?" Her short silver hair fluttered in the ocean breeze drifting through the windows of the tavern as she looked pleadingly up at the emotionless face of the warforged. Her eyes, a stunning shade of violet tinted with red, normally won over the hardest of hearts; however, warforged had the hardest hearts of all, quite literally.
"Of course, Lady Haleakala, but I simply cannot permit you to go to that part of the city alone," replied Peridot, one of the forest guardians of the city of Refuge.
Hale pouted, crossing her arms over the bodice of her busking outfit, and looked to the side. "I wouldn't be alone. Sumat would be with me."
Peridot was incapable of facial expression, but the air o