Eyes blinking against the light, wings shielding her from the heat, Rasiel finally awoke. Luadril's alarm startled her to her feet. "The light... it's here? I thought it was just a dream. Is this still a dream?" Rasiel hurriedly picked up her cloak and stuffed it in her satchel, stripped o...

Rasiel continued to mutter softly to herself, rolling slightly to one side, away from the staring party members. She suddenly whispered an apology in Chondathan, before lowering her voice to an incomprehensible mutter once again.

Rasiel flew ahead of the main group, keeping low enough to spot trouble, but out of bowshot from the ground. You never knew what might be waiting in the brush... but Rasiel was determined to find out. She flew light, leaving most of her provisions with the Tsar, but kept her bow and swords in case s...

Rasiel stared coolly at the devoted pair as they passed through the portal. She closed her eyes and calmly took a deep breath. Opening her eyes, she looked at the remaining assortment. "Well, we have our work set out, I suggest we begin preparations. Halfling, if you would please follow we can ...

Rasiel pulled herself up from the wall, standing at her full height. Dusting off her skirts, she moved softly towards the portal, reaching to take a token from the open box. "As our gracious host will not further identify himself, and our beautiful lady of the morninglord has taken to arguing s...

"Yes, and what exactly is your nature, outsider?" Silanith glared intently at the sage, searching for any identifying marks or telltale signs of his nature and origin. If the chosen of Mystra and the Church of Lathander have both shown great interest in this one, and the mythal of Silverym...

Silanith stepped lightly through the open frame, making barely a sound despite her travel-weary appearance. Her auburn hair fell long and unkempt over her face, obscuring her narrow eyes and elven features, her cheeks flattened by her mixed heritage. She flexed her wings as she moved to stand near t...