Novel & Cerita Cast Of Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves Doric

They didn't see her, and she retreated immediately before they would, but just at that moment, Jyris grabbed one of the thieves, and something about him changed. Something? No, everything! He was just like the undead warriors that Dogori had summoned, only that instead of a thousand red embers for eyes, he had just two; he had no structure, only darkness and a black cloak with a hood over his head. Where his hand came in contact with the thief burned and he burnt into a pile of ashes pretty quickly. The rest tried to run away, but he was too fast, and he started taking them down. Belladonna didn't stick around to watch. She ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

“You’ll get her back. I believe it.” His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I see it—that flicker of vulnerability beneath the rage. “She’s arrogant,” he says softly. “But she’s good. Loyal. No one deserves to be caught between two brothers waging war.” **--- Theron’s POV** The potion shimmers in my hand, dark as ink, alive with magic. It hums against my palm like a heartbeat that isn’t mine. Dorian watches me from across the tent, arms folded, expression unreadable.

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

replied Piers. “We are a Kingdom, Piers. We are nothing like those other backward clans with their remarkably senseless women,” the Leader said, still staring down at me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Rowena Silverveil from the Eastern clan of Eldoria,” I replied. “I am Thane Darkmoor, the Alpha of this kingdom. Now, are you afraid that you laughed in the face of someone who wields the power to kill you?” He sneered. Fear creeped into my chest. How foolish I was to have laughed in the first place.