tenth rune :: frost

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[Those patronizing Caritas this evening might find an elf sitting moodily at the bar, self-medicating with tumbler after tumbler of booze--largely scotch and rum. He's thinking about the course of his existence as it's so far gone in this place. The kiss with Vereesa. Her marriage proposal. The weird hair-petting thing with Alleria. And, of course, the kiss with Liadrin. All instances of contact that were directly influenced--forced--by the castle's whim. His already agitated expression darkens as he thinks over these events, and he grumbles, unaware of his open journal.]

Light damn this wretched place.

[A moment later, he realizes that the thing is open and speaks more directly into it.]

Some time ago, I was given a pupil to instruct. It seems that the boy in question was sent home. Thus, if any of you would like weapons training and are in need of a teacher, let me know. I have expertise in the majority of melee weapons, particularly the broadsword. My name is Koltira Deathweaver, for your reference.

[ooc: feel free to prod sir lineface X) ]

Comments

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

So feeding from me has made you this way, eh? You'd better keep it up, then.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

[She chuckles, moving her chin so that she can smush her face up hard against his pauldron.] Oh? And here I thought you would be upset with me.

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[wtf ... he frowns down at her.] Are you sure it's just magic affecting you?

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

Mmmhm. Absolutely certain.