Recent content by Gwainedhel

Valmont, the brains of the group, didn't know about wolves any better than Gwainedhel did, and neither did Rael, the lorekeeper. But soon there was a general consensus, and that entrailed that they would camp here and then scout and decide what to do from now on. "Alright, so we are staying to...

"Yladian's how elves are referred in this world. Forest people attuned to nature and its bonds, feeling-attuned, you know the drill?" Gwainedhel explained as a matter-of-factly, lifting a finger next to his head and poking an ear tip with his hand. He pulled his long ear down, and then, release...

He wasn't one of the frontliners. He was part of no squad, no group, no alliance. Even so, Gwainedhel's curiosity could not help but to get piqued by the crowded tent's glowing light. With the stealth of the woodland elf that he had acquired in his brief treks on the game, he entered the tent...

Gwainedhel, also known as Alejandra in his female real life, had forgotten for far too long the trials and tribulations that consisted of riding a horse saddle. When she was a kid (way before the economical crisis hit Spain in the 2008's), her father would take to the forests every weekend...

Ronja and Kyra's contributions made sense so far. Yes, there could be a bond with someone, but there's a chance that if there was, the bird would fly back towards their master. On the other end, there's also the chance that the bond could have been severed somehow. Gwainedhel tried to remember...

Kyra was right, however. Of course she was. What she did was just a mingle of Spirit Magic, aimed for medicinal purposes. Gwainedhel got his interest piqued. Could this be something similar to how his Mindsend works, in which he can send a message through the magical vacuum to whoever he wishes...

And there he was. The shy blue macaw laying on the table, the feathers all ruffled and the tension perked up. Kyra approached the table and started her examination. But if the deal was to get the macaw cured, then why was Gwsinedhel getting as tense as them, with his nerves pented up? If Kyra...

The profile in question so happened to be a young, long black-haired woman, that looked up at him like a deer in the headlights. Ronja recognized her at once - her name was Kyra, and they almost had died together a few times. She was a good healer too, apparently. With a quick glance to the...

Hmmm... Surmising Ronja's logic, Gwainedhel discarded some of the really scarce options of his head and ended up giving her the benefit of the doubt. He had never been much of a fan of scholastic environments, but given the circumstance, he couldn't deny that a university would come more at...

Ronja gave Gwainedhel a fairly average roundabout of the main guild-line. There were four major player-guilds, alright: Adventurers, Explorers, Magical and Lions. The first ones were mercenaries, and the second ones the typical scouts that go wee around the world (Gwainedhel secretly liked these...

Well, the party invite didn't come in the end, but the lithe girl surely clasped his hands and squeezed them with premure, waving them up and down. Gwainedhel was quite taken aback by the sudden gesture, but being from a pretty touchy country on the other side of the game he simply got along...

Gwainedhel flinched a bit at the sudden offer. Well, they had been talking about it for a while, so it only made sense that she would go ahead and invite him. The elf opened his mouth as though to reply, but as his brain struggled to find an answer, they overheard a couple of merchants...

Gwainedhel watched the wing heal and the girl's mood rise quite rapidly. The radiant blue bird served as the brightest reward of them all, giving a more vigorous squeak as the wing healed on. Ronja --as this is how the girl kept calling herself, talking on third person-- resolved to make...

Wavering with an angelical light, the spell from Bradwynne's staff didn't have the intended effect, and the effects of the age hushed its intent like a hand scares the flies. On behalf of the repented answer that the baron had addressed to his pleas, the Alejandra inside Gwainedhel felt herself...

"'Brandywine'?" Gwainedhel misspelled, having his brain either heard wrong or distorted the message through bias. "Like the river in the Lord of the Rings? Brandywine?" Brandywine, Braddwynne... Certainly, when Ru went up and called him 'Brad' upon meeting, Gwainedhel surmised that it may...