Recent content by Schilva Flasch

fas fa-gauge-high fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity At first, Schilva's fingers flexed around his scabbard as an instinctive reaction to the strange noise that Sylvannas made in response to his challenging of its (her?) assertions that this @Lucia Mierz was indeed a noteworthy backbone to Astorean...

fas fa-gauge-high fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity Unrattled by Schilva's continued egotism as he boasts of deeds that would not have seemed so extraordinary by the Knight's prior companionship, the undead commander's indirect response of listing the accolades of this @Lucia Mierz is taken for a...

fas fa-gauge-high fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity Woah, hey, hey, cool it! I'm just askin' a question... Stancing up aggressively again as he observed his foe's burgeoning rage threaten to overflow the armour plates caging its overflowing spirit, Schilva had already begun mouthing another skill...

fas fa-gauge-high fa-4x fa-fw fa-swap-opacity ... Ah, even the main building lights were turning off around campus; it was getting late late. As much as he was loathe to admit it at this point, Mylar was pretty sure he'd fallen victim to some kind of stupid prank. Now that he was thinking...

The moment Mylar saw the masked face of the champion fencer shift towards him in acknowledgement, he felt a shiver in his core. Not that he was intimidated by her achievements; he knew well who she was, and while it was exciting to be in Morrow's presence, Mylar's self-restraint was sufficient...

...woah, big fella! Gritted and jarred teeth accompanied a ringing numbness spreading down his sword as Schilva's blade art clashed against the Death Knight's spear-sweep, the sheer force flinging him away with deflected momentum enough to disorient for but a moment. Were he a lesser man...

...really? Once the venue opened up, the new registrants didn't so much flood nor file as slowly dribble in. As a matter of fact, the head count all up (minus a few who had mistakenly stumbled in looking for a different club) barely justified the exclusive five required for the meet-and-greet...

Advertisements. Mylar didn't mind them as much as some others did, but at this point, it was ridiculous. The damn things really were everywhere you turned. On billboards strategically placed at major motorway overpasses, signs and flyers plastered up and down the uni promenade, crawling all over...

As he surveyed the thoroughly decimated remains of his foes strewn about the battlefield, Schilva felt not an ounce of pity or regret. Why would he? Was there any need to consider the actions of mindless skeletons when all their seeming intelligence could be attributed to the game's exceptional...

Oh? What's goin' on here? Some kind of field effect...? Arrogant and shortsighted as he was, Schilva wasn't so dim as to be ignorant of how his surroundings had been subtly changing, darkening, growing ever more tenebrous each time he remanded more bones to the grave. Alright! This is more...

https://i.imgur.com/h5xaTIO.png I see, I see. Okay. Tell me more. Well, we don't have much else to go off of, but alright... Ever busy in his task of spreading the good name of Schilva Flasch far and wide, the aforementioned swordsman had recently decided to go on a self-defined publicity...

@Herculean Drakecon was a much better person than Schilva. By Schilva's reckoning, a distinguished hero such as he wasn't obligated to dedicate overmuch of such a brilliant brain's processing capacity to remembering some rando he'd brushed shoulders with months ago... But hey, Herc was a...

SCHILVA RETURNS Though technically a mercenary, Schilva has worked together with the Lions to protect Arcia against the last couple of major threats. Having been gone from the game for a while, he's more than happy to show up and grab a free meal while getting an update on what's happening in...

Of course @Wisp couldn't possibly have known this, but Schilva's vocabulary had been built in the same manner as that of the reputed Don Quixote; reading and watching tales of glory, even telling his own, those were all things that necessitated the vigorous study of language, the voracious...

@Herculean Drakecon...hm, no good, the name rang no bells. Still wary of the hulking stranger, Schilva kept himself at a distance of an arm's length (the other guy's, not his own, obviously) as they doffed their helm. Underneath, though, was a sight that he'd not expected to see; a familiar face...