Recent content by Sylvia Ulfbitenn

What awaited the rider was not a lord perched upon a horse, but a towering figure covered head to toe in a plate armor that glowed with the haunting light of a silent moon night. A blood red jewel at its center reflected the anxious massager’s face as he was regarded by the brooding figure of...

Sylvia was quick to understand that her ‘condition’ had struck a nerve with her brother. He had always understood the navigation of the political waters better than her, as her solution to such things usually involved a blade. Harrul’s promise of allowing her to be the one that struck the final...

“You are right Harrul… he won’t because the moment he does I will snatch off the hand he used to harm her.” She paused breathing deep with a breath shook with an underlying rage, attempting to focus on the task ahead. Sylvia had always been the one to protect the family, and while she trust her...

@Harrul Ulfbitenn Sylvia had to admit that she was a bit taken back by her brother’s response chastising her, but it didn’t show on her features. That same motherly expression remained as Harrul expressed in no uncertain terms the punishment they both which be inflicted on Hildabrenna. The...

@Harrul Ulfbitenn “Maybe not, but I never stopped trying…” Reaching out she would place a hand on Harrul’s shoulder, resisting the urge to pull him into another embrace, “… and given we are all still alive despite the turmoil of Ulfbitenn life… I think I did alright.” Sylvia noticed the slight...

@Harrul Ulfbitenn The sense of disappointment from Sylvia as she sighed was almost palpable, but given the current situation she was sure that whatever mission her little sister was on it must have been important. It was not like she was going to be leaving soon, so eventually Tallite would...

Sylvia’s recent conquest did not stop the movement of her armies. No, only one thing could have pulled the Iron Lady away from the front and that was the call of family. Her brother Harrul summoned her, a call from her sire that could not be denied as the woman would always take care of her...

Sylvia didn’t even miss a beat as she knew that the Night Lords and Vyona’s mercenary band would follow her. Though the woman had to admit that she was surprised at how effective her newly acquired allies had turned out to be. Cutting through each enemy that got in her way the Duchess continued...

“Ah darling… now that is the real question isn’t it?” Sylvia laughed as she affectionately wrapped her arms around Vyona in a rather teasing manner, the Ahbertach arms draped around the other woman’s shoulders, “You are half right within the very wording of your question. Yes we do need to...

As the hours of the day went on and faded into the twilight, the moment to strike would be at hand. Sylvia had been very careful in how she planned everything out, making sure that the tunnels would emerge into the fort in places that where out of the way, and had less foot traffic. Allowing her...

Sacrifice. If there was one word that could describe what the Iron Lady went through for her family, it was thus. She gave everything for them with each and every action, both methodical and calculated ones to those born of her blinding passion. Sylvia always did what she had to in order to take...

Sylvia knew better… oh despite the passionate nature she was known for the Iron Lady knew better. She could read a room, and it enraged her. She was careful not to let it show, not to let Hildrabrenna have any other victory against her beyond slipping through her fingers in a fine mist. There...

“Very good Aamon you do the Red Court credit. Maximum efficiency with minimum complaining. I can see why Marcus sent you, the last thing I need is one of your kind forgetting their place like at the Masquerade.” Yes Sylvia seemed to have an open dislike of the Red Court and as such would use...

“My dear girl we are all being kept by someone, what matters is if we grab our chains and force our master to submit to our whims…” She grunted as she spoke the last word, stepping forcefully into Vyona’s oncoming headbutt to meet the Orc woman blow for blow with a laugh. Now this was someone...

These where the moments that she lived for, what missed so much, as she held Taillte aloft on her shoulders as the young Abertrach celebrated. Back in Eirelunn things had become one war after another and left her very little time for her family. Taillte lived with the Pureblood of her line...