Drulissa's Domain

Ophyila stood on the deck of the ship, staring out at the open sea. She could hear the waves crashing against the hull, and the smell of saltwater filled her nostrils. She looked back at the crew, a group of burly sailors who were working to keep the ship afloat. "So, what's the plan?" she asked. The captain, a grizzled human, grinned. "We drop you fools off at Dead Mines Island, and then we wait, but not too long. Got another shipment of goods to pick up from Freeport." "Sounds good," Ophyila said, turning back to face the ocean. The ship sailed towards the shore, and she could see the island's outline ahead. It was a small, barren place, with little vegetation. As the ship drew closer, she could see the remnants of a ruined city, long since abandoned. "Rich in iron ore," Captain Ashvale said, "Very little else here. It is rumored that the ancient dwarven city of Karanath was here before the Sundering. There is an old dwarven fortre...

 She watched the river lazily flow by, sitting in the darkness under the covered bridge leading to Qeynos. She heard the wagons approaching on the road and waited to sense the minds that she felt were there and were slowly approaching. Tiny fish darted about under the water, and she relaxed, preparing her mind for what would come next. The hooves of the horses drawing the first wagon began to cross the bridge above her, each hoof fall making a loud thud, and then the wheels started to cross the bridge. Tali closed her eyes and sensed the occupants of the first cart, trying to tell the brokers apart from the mercenaries they hired to protect this load. The brokers knew something; the mercenaries did not. There were six minds. Two minds were those of the brokers, their greed and arrogance evident. The four mercenaries were a mix of human and orc, their minds hardened and experienced, and their loyalty to the job bought. "Are you sure we can trust this person?" One of the broker...

 She saw a dark elf today. Standing on the platform of the grand tree city of Kelethin, she peered over the edge and met eyes with a dark elf female, who looked back into her eyes the moment she peered over the edge. The woman's eyes were a deep shade of purple, and her hair was white. She was clad in black, form-fitting armor, and her face was bluish. The most notable part about her was her hair, which was long and white. The elf and dark elf stared at each other, and then the dark elf was gone, her dark cloak hiding her from sight. They were worlds apart, the elves and the dark elves, yet here one was, peering up at the platforms, and surely would be killed by the rangers of the city. "You saw her?" A male elf stood behind her. He was a ranger, an archer. His name was Kiron. "I did," she answered. He turned to his companions. "Spread out and look for the Tier'dal! We must not let her infiltrate our city." "Yes, sir," the others said. Th...