Die Suche ergab 5 Treffer

von Ruchi Vael'kyn
21 Dez 2025, 02:48
Forum: Schreiberstube
Thema: ein Brief an Bareti
Antworten: 4
Zugriffe: 6493

Resting in Laziness

Ruchi sat in the room she shared with her sister and sipped her fourth cup of mushroom tea. Whenever she drank the exotic tea, she loved being lazy and doing less noble, secretive things. If only the steaming-hot beverage wouldn't make her pee so much. The last few days had been crazy but exciting ...
von Ruchi Vael'kyn
27 Okt 2025, 03:57
Forum: Charaktergeschichten
Thema: The Little Light
Antworten: 3
Zugriffe: 6810

Mushroom tea

Ruchi was back in Elashin, had barely made it into her room, and let herself sink into the wooden chair made from blackwood. Her sister flinched when she saw her.

"Ruchi, you look like hell. Worse than usual."

"Ah, so we match. I do feel like hell. I was trapped. Caught in a net. Ulruthuul rivvii ...
von Ruchi Vael'kyn
20 Okt 2025, 05:35
Forum: Charaktergeschichten
Thema: The Little Light
Antworten: 3
Zugriffe: 6810

Hands of Death

The tree branches stretched into the night like dark messengers, atrophied claws of death. Ruchi kept one eye open, clinging to consciousness as if her life depended on it.

One eye, tear-filled, moved slowly, tracing her desperate thoughts and prayers. The other was swollen shut. Sweat drenched her ...
von Ruchi Vael'kyn
18 Okt 2025, 04:07
Forum: Charaktergeschichten
Thema: The Little Light
Antworten: 3
Zugriffe: 6810

Never trust a weird little light in the dark

"Never trust a weird little light in the dark," Ruchi laughed into the forest, kicking a dead bird into the bush.

How fucking stupid I'd been , she thought. Ruchi didn't like the hot afternoon sun, but she did like the joke she had just cracked; kicking some more twigs, she tried to cheer herself ...
von Ruchi Vael'kyn
26 Sep 2025, 05:45
Forum: Charaktergeschichten
Thema: The Little Light
Antworten: 3
Zugriffe: 6810

The Little Light

Ruchi quickly ran over the dark, rough stones that led far below, to where most Drow rarely resided or ever set foot. She whipped her body effortlessly around the narrow caves and tunnels, taking sharp turns and cutting corners like a lithe predator ready to pounce. Pounce at who? Anyone.

A trace ...