Periss Veldant
First mention (by name): 2.29
First appearance: 2.29
Species: Drake
Status: Deceased
- Periss
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| 2.29 | That earns me a glare from one of the Drakes in the room, the one who captured me. Her name is Periss, and she’s a [Commander] who seems to worship the ground Ilvriss stands on. I think she’s his second-in-command, but honestly, I don’t care. |
| 2.29 | He raises his non-existent eyebrows and I hear Periss chuckle softly. |
| 2.29 | One of his aides comes towards me, reaching for my belt. Shit. I step back, and Periss reaches for her sword. |
| 2.29 | They brought me into the center of this camp, but the soldiers are healing and they’re guarding the perimeter, not me at the moment. Only Periss is really watching me, and if I could cause a distraction, my potions might help me get away. |
| 2.29 | Periss glares at me, but now I’ve got Ilvriss interested enough to come over. He points at me. |
| 2.29 | That makes the Wall Lord look at me. He narrows his eyes, and Periss’s sword is so close to my back that I can practically feel it tickling my spine. Don’t move. But I know exactly where Octavia’s potion is, now. If she’d just move away— |
| 2.29 | “What are you carrying? No, do not answer. You have your rules. Intriguing. This may be a weapon, but if it is it is lost to us.” He looks over at Periss, and the Drake nods reluctantly. |
| 2.29 | Poke. Unlike Mrsha’s claws, the sword actually goes into my skin a bit and draws blood. I glare at Periss and she gives me a death-look in return. |
| 2.29 | This time Periss growls, but Ilvriss just raises an eyebrow. Yep, he’s like all those arrogant idiots. Tell him not to do something and he wants to try it just to show he can. |
| 2.29 | His claw reaches for the cork stopper. Periss raises her voice. |
| 2.29 | In front of me I see the aide topple over in a dead faint. I hear the sound of vomiting and turn to see Periss throwing up. |
| 2.29 | Periss is still holding her sword. I guess soldiers really do have good instincts. She sees me move and tries to raise her weapon, but too late. My shin smashes into her face and she crumbles to the ground. |
| 2.29 | Everyone in the tent is down, but Periss is already stirring and Ilvriss is screaming and rolling around. He might be able to hurt me if he ever stops rubbing the peppers deeper into his eyeballs. |
| 2.29 | Periss’s sword makes a handy canvas-opener. I slash a triangle of fabric out to open a path just as the first soldier races into the room. I hurl the sword at him and he ducks—and it hits his leg. Swords are really heavy, okay? Then I’m out of the tent and running. |
| 2.30 | Lord of the Wall Ilvriss strides forwards, resplendent in his gold and crimson armor, his loyal subordinate Periss at his side. His cape swirls around him as he draws his sword, a shining blade that glows even in the darkness. |
| 2.30 | The effect is somewhat ruined by his red eyes and the awful stench coming from him and Periss. That might be why the elite soldiers are standing a bit farther behind the two than necessary. |
| 2.30 | Zel nods as if he expected nothing more. He eyes Ilvriss’ red eyes with interest, as well as Periss. She’s got a nasty bruise on her scales where I kicked her, and both she and Ilvriss are giving me casual looks of murderous rage. |
| 2.30 | There’s got to be at least fifteen soldiers behind Periss, and they all look like they’ve got special armor. How do I know? Magic runes, shining metal where there’s no light, and a general sense of…death emanating from the group of warriors. |
| 2.30 | He raises a bloody claw, and Periss hesitates. She looks towards Ilvriss. |
| 2.30 | “Go, Periss. Hack off her legs if you must, but bring her to me alive. ” |
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