Sevim

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Greater Eboncrow.

He is whatever he needs to be. Most notably, Lady K’s two apprentices can shift into assassin, killer, and protector for their mentor in a moment. They are as graceful as they are deadly, studying their opponents long before confrontation comes to head. Perhaps before they were even aware of the danger to their lives. Most of their work is more… mundane. They keep an ear to the ground in the Court, in the clan, and in the full expanse of the Eboncrow network. They let the river of information flow… until it needs to shift. Both are equally able to start a rumor, stop a rumor, or manipulate it for any cause. Words and blades are like a dance to them, both can twist like oil into whatever they need to be…

Information is a tool just as their claws and ties to the Eboncrows are. Espionage is much like a game of chess to them. They act, they observe, and they continue accordingly. The only difference is that instead of playing with crystal or wood, Lady K’s side plays with intel and lives.

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Staring out of a stained glass window, he thought the fortress and cathedral looked especially beautiful that day. Through the waves of colors, the marble and mosaics of even more stained glass on the adjoined buildings sparkled in the afternoon sun. What he saw was heavily colored in every color a painter could make, every color a glassblower could tint their medium.

How they did it was anyone’s guess, or at least not his. He wasn’t even sure that glassblowers made the stained glass that flowed through the marble walls like water in a river. Maybe blood through a dragon’s veins would be a better metaphor for it, given who arranged and paid for the glasswork.

And the clan, if he were being honest. No one asked where it all came from, and if they did, dignitaries and prying guests no doubt, they never got the true answer. One could say it was all from one dragon, or they could say that it was from so many dragons that they could not be counted. Clan Reverence was the center of the spider web. Everything came back to it as a moth flies to flame.

“Sevim.” a familiar voice beckoned, smooth as silk.

Yes, the clan looked beautiful that day tinted in the rich colors of glass worth more than many dragon’s whole lives.

-VoxxVoleur. Bio in progress.