1. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    A cruel laughter peeled within the darkness of Garrod's mind. The sound of it like shattered bones grinding against one another. Stabbing every soft part the pointy bits could scrape against. You are going to put your faith in that one? The fiend within its jewel rumbled and echoed. Foolish, Oh...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Brinda may have been half dead. Torn to shit and back. Barely patched up an ready to keel over. But by the toils, she was a Buzzard. And damn proud of it. Jesper Ghost Fingers' apprentice. No way. No way in all the Shattered Mirrors, was she going to let some slug brained Cazasnore princess find...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    Whatever Rois was trying to pull, Garrod gave two shits over. He growled, lips snarled and teeth bared. His hands were sure about the hilt of his monster killer blade, stance coiling and loosing in that way of predators, getting ready to kill. Dueling messer still at his waist. "You've a...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Simply Fishing

    Garrod stared at the shimmering current. Squint his brows. "So it is," he admitted. Might have been too high on the whispers of his demon to make sense. Might have been a simple slip of the tongue. Who could really say, as he took knife from his boot, and held the fish still beneath the press of...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    All the bluster. All the daring. It was a minor miracle the fiend did not lop the insolent mortal's head off then and there, well before the final ushering unto violence. "To ThInK, GlUtOnNy'S hOsT wOuLd Be So BoLd," the the pale fiend's voice was shrill with glee. "ArRoGaNt, AnD sTuPiD. sUrE!"...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private Simply Fishing

    “I didn’t mean to take your spot. I thought I was alone in the forest here.” Garrod tackled the fishing pole. Working it in jerks, and letting the line run when the fish fought hard. Pushed a breath out. Worked the reel quick with turn over turn of the lever. All the little machine parts...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    The slam of muscle jostled him even through his armor. Grin blooming just a bit more at edges that softened with warm feeling. As the big charming bastard that he was coming to know jostled him. A chuckle rolling out of him. When she grabbed his arm and raised it up high, well, all that cocksure...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    More peeled the laughter from the armored throat. Down came the great-sword. Smash went the heavy blade against the earth. Its magicked runes glowed as green flames licked along the tool's edge. "YoU sPeAk As If AdDrEsSiNg SoMe FoOl MaRk, HoStLiNg," the fiend within the helm barbed. Its green...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Pant after ragged pant sucked down breath through his grit teeth. He would go and get her. He had to. That damned girl. He had cost her her arm. "Stand. Down." What little breath was left in Garrod's lungs squeezed out. Shook his head. Nod. He stayed. Heaping wreck that he was. Come the...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    A laughter peeled out from the swirl of cinders and smoke left there in the horrid hungry fat thing's wake. The forest about them turned to bent matchsticks. Warped and carbonized to crispy stillness. "YoU rUn, NoW? gLuTtOn?" the white headed fiend reverberated within the wild grinning helm...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Private Simply Fishing

    There at the bank, beside some bush, Garrod sat. Partially obscured, for, he imagined, fish had a way of sensing your being there, if you made it too easy. Stillness. Quiet. Patience. Aye, those were the ways of the fisher. Oh, but if you were just a lowly fisherman, Oh Bearer Mine. The...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Garrod huffed a bounce of a laugh come the coin turned up in Cahndi's hand. "Trickier and trickier, I see, Muscles," Chandi smirked, and tucked away the silver piece. 'I'll have it right out, you silver tongued fiend," she said, sauntering and swaying her way toward the kitchens. A shake of...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    Whip quick. Fuck. You really stepped into it this time, Oh Bearer Mine. Sure as the Shattered Mirrors he did. Saw that massive jaw come open. Red as the gasping mouths of the Mheara. Then came the searing white. Steam. He grinned the wider. Dug his bootheels into the ground, laid the road of...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    The wolf seized at the show of death white claws. The jewel in the strange chitinous plate gleamed so wicked, it struck a nerve enough for the grey pelted beast to hesitate. Teeth still bared, growl rumbling in its throat. At the call of another voice. The rustle and scrape of another big...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    While the old foggies went on talking. Brinda played with her new knife. Tossing it up and down. Up and down. Watching the handle tumble end over end. Blade glinting as it caught the light of candles and lamps flickering and waning along its patterned steel. Wave steel, she thinks he had called...
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