*PM me what you said in Valkin'Vi please* As the heat dissipates from his voice, the Lord Marshall releases his grip on the sword at his waist and turns to address the Queen in a low murmur "You make it extremely difficult to care for your well-being my Queen, when no one knows where you are of...

With his hand gripping his sword so tight, the tendons on his arm were clearly visible, the Lord Marshall strides into the center of the Inn and stands next to the Queen. His posture is challenging, yet he makes no move to draw his blade. "It would be best if you choose your words more careful...

The cloaked figure has been walking for some time, checking with the various farmers and towns people to ensure their health and relative comfort. As he nears the outskirts of Haven, he spots the wisp of smoke rising in the distance and heads towards it. A curious sight he is, armed and armored wit...

The Painted One has grown restless, sitting in one spot for so long is something he is unaccustomed with. Before he stands, he tugs a strip of linen off of his shirt and calmly wraps it around his forehead, covering both of the orbs where his eyes should have been. He's grown comfortable seeing wit...

"Perhaps I should go and talk with Abaddon... Though I still urge caution when dealing with someone who had a contract with what you might call a 'demon'. As for the trapped woman, should we leave her be, or aid her? Just as Dallid sees Abaddon as an asset, so should she be treated. Did you hap...

The Lord Marshall grasps the mug of cider in both hands, allowing the aroma to wash over him. The worst is over, for now, but like the waxing and waning of the moon, it is sure to return. With the towel still resting on his forehead, he takes a long sip from the mug before clearing his throat. &quo...

"We shall always stand and resist the evil manipulations of beings like the Master, Garritt. Haven will always be a beacon of hope, so long as I draw breath." The Painted One is slow to stamp the snow off of his boots, making his way to the fireplace and hanging his cloak as close as possi...

You callin' me an Elf?!

In keeping with my tradition of ending my feedback on a positive note, this is my perspective of the event. This weekend was almost bittersweet, as I'm always sad to see another year end and the long wait through the winter. While I always enjoy my time out at Final Haven, there were a few negative ...

It's a crisp autumn night, the wind blowing the last of the colorful leaves off the boughs. The lights of the Keep are not far ahead, and a small smile tugs at the corners of the Valkin'Vi's mouth. Quickly, before the wind dies down again, he unclasps his cloak and begins to remove his armor. As th...

"I can only speak for myself, but I have always had Haven's best interests in mind Dallid. Since I'm assuming that letter was from Abaddon himself, it's safe to presume he's already here? Then it makes my job that much easier..." The heat from his voice dissipates, as does his grip on the ...

"So, that traitorous wretch has finally made contact... I had a feeling it would only be a matter of time." The words are whispered, barely audible to the ones around him but no one could mistake the venom dripping from every syllable. He turns his full attention to the other Painted One, ...

As he walks up to the Keep in silent reflection of his recent talk with Zeira and the happenings on the other side of the portal, he takes a moment to breathe in the crisp autumn air. It's late in the night, but what better time to take care of business? "That's odd, the lights are usually bur...

Check out the fuzzy ears at aradani... don't know if that's what you're looking for tho

and here i thought they were just fuzzy white gremlin ears lol