Since the fall of the Forgotten One, Pode, Siegfried remained behind with his people. Illara, the hero which struck the final blow, returned home to Ettermire, despite his ramblings of honor and...
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Since the fall of the Forgotten One, Pode, Siegfried remained behind with his people. Illara, the hero which struck the final blow, returned home to Ettermire, despite his ramblings of honor and...
Before Siegfried could flag a tender down for a new drink, he burst into a loud announcement. The High Elf grew his frustrations on his brow and lowered his hand. He listened, and witnessed the grand...
Siegfried took another swig of his ale, but before his glass reached his lips a surprise splash lapped against his face. His head jostled from the sudden sensation of the alcohol facial and he...
The warm heat of the hearth lapped out into the foyer. Logs crackled and hissed as the flames consumed them and thick black smoke traveled up the stone chimney and out into the moonlit night. The...
"While it is none of your business, mercenary, I happened to be paying some respects before joining 'the rest of you in the filth'." Siegfried replied, his tone soured equally to that of his...
"I must apologize, miss," Siegfried spoke as his hand found the hilt of his bloodied blade. "I have not the time nor the patience. Eluriand is a death trap, as I'm sure you've noticed."
The...
How many decades has it been?
The boy who had become a man stood among the ashes, blight, and rubble of where a home once stood. Memories of a time long past lay black against the charred walls...
His keen elvish eyes saw through the girl’s exterior and witnessed her internal conflict. Through it, she surfaced like a true noble. He gave her a warm smile and a nod.
“Great to hear, Miss...
Excellent. Take the 33G from this account and the 87G from Lye.
Thank you!
Could I have my Iron Longsword upgraded to Steel please?
Registered.
"I see," Siegfried replied to her clear struggle. He rationally decided not to pursue the details. "Blood relations are exceptionally difficult. I'm sure you've heard of the Elven Civil War? We still...
The High Elf Capitol, Eluriand, a place lost to the ruin of war and scarcely traversed by the living. Many secrets of their people still lie within the ash and rubble of its once beautiful streets....
The young half blood raised a poignant question, one not so easily answered. Judging by the weight in her expressive, blue eyes and her disregard for the beverage she originally seemed so excited...
Excellent. Thank you m'lady.
Would our previous encounter in the citadel satisfy my conditions for initiation?
Or do you desire a rematch?
- Name: Siegfried Alfhiem
- Preferred position: Warrior
- Why you want to join: To uphold a justice that is long overdue. Crime and bad will runs rampant all over Althanas. My home, Raiaera, has...
I believe Miss Icebreaker and I have some history. I will offer my blade to the cause.
50 GP for the Yew Bow & Arrows. If you would like to maximize your profits.
Alone, in the corner booth of the Edge of the World bar, Siegfried sipped at his stemmed glass of Raiaeran Merlot. As the rip touched his lips and floral notes of the dry red teased his taste buds,...
Siegfried jostled his head and leaned back in his chair when she began to weep. She looked right into his eyes and he could see that familiar memory in her expression. The way her brows scrunched...
Touch soon followed sight. Warm arid winds bit at the high elf's skin. It stung at his face and forced him to blink the dryness from his eyes. Then the scent of stale, dirty air – an aroma of...
"Hot apple cider?" the elf thought to himself. "She must actually be the age she looks. More human than elf in that regard."
The waitress left them to their conversations which Siegfried took a...
Name: Siegfried Alfheim
Age: 227 Years
Character Alignment: Neutral Good
What Team you'd like to join: Reformation
Why you think you'd be a good fit for the IK: I have served under various...
As the elf walked across the street, he caressed his jaw. Though the monks had pulled them from the illusion and tended to their scuffs and scrapes, Siegfried still felt a phantom pain. Perhaps it...