[The woman - girl, perhaps - on the feed bears a startling resemblance to Aureln Dawnstrike, a similarity impossible to ignore for those who know her. However, the differences are enough that she could be a sister. With her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, shoulders free of heavy plate armour, she looks smaller, more delicate. Look a little ( Read more... )

[There's a clatter. Bouncing off a rock, the video feed comes on, showing a blur of grey and brown for a moment before settling on a view of the cloudy sky ( Read more... )

Everyone, listen to me! [Aureln is running, and above her footsteps it's in her voice, her breathing a little ragged, her armour ringing. Her voice is raised, a terse bark.]There's a dragon attacking the place - a frostwyrm, and an immensely powerful one! If you're no fighter, you need to get to safety! If you can fight - we'll need you out here ( Read more... )

(Prose or action tags are welcome!)

( Go back to sleep. Go back to sleep, and it will be over. )

Before this weekend is through, I mean to go to the mountains to find more iron. As usual, you’re welcome to join me - you don’t need to be able to mine, but a strong arm would help. Better yet, you can help keep the ogres back. They’ve been particularly vicious these past few months ( Read more... )

[The camera is propped up on a ledge so that Aureln can eye it as she works, placing the saddle on the back of one of the horses kept in the stable. She sighs.]

So long I've been stuck here, my battles - frozen in time. Frozen. Hah. Excuse the pun. [Her tone is sardonic, as is her smile. She shakes her head and continues saddling up.] At least ( Read more... )

[Aureln might not be recognisable at first. All that can be seen are her ears and a fall of loose blonde hair, for her head is currently hidden in her arms. Her shoulders are shaking - she is, in fact, giggling. It takes a few moments of this before she manages to straighten up, but the effect of her appearance is rather different than it usually ( Read more... )

Well, our master blacksmith has taken it upon himself to wander off. [She tuts, shaking her head.] How like him. And when I get back he'll probably just see it as something he can rub in my face.

[There's a distracted sort of tone to her voice as she walks, as if it's half to herself. She shakes her head and addresses the camera more directly.]It ( Read more... )

[sup Demeleier. Aureln's been keeping a low profile lately - judging by the deep orange glow giving most of the light in the shot, she's presumably in the forge.]It seems we've attracted more new residents lately ( Read more... )

[Have a very tired sounding elf. She also sounds pretty grumpy, but it's been channelled into wry humour.]

Ugh. I'd block up the hearth if I felt it would do any good. If I'm not being attacked I'm being prodded or just looked at.

[Aureln lives alone and does not appreciate the faery company.]

Does anyone know how to stave off the damned things