1. Garrod Arlette

    Private Sink the Knife

    Black glass, gleamed inside his mind. All that obsidian, crunched and churned. Volcanic mirrors cracked and rolled. Dust that glimmered like the stars, pulled by currents far older than those were so gathered. Garrod's teeth ground and clenched. Blood stained as the Wraithbinder's words thrummed...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Sink the Knife

    If the Big Fucker thought he had time to drawl and ponder, free shots to give. Well. Garrod would take em. Force the sort of opening every ancient, powerful, high on their own supply ass pendejo never saw presenting itself. Be it vampire's privilege to move so fast that time stood still, or...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Sink the Knife

    "Woe to all the cats, that dared to take on the rats, just a little bit too big," grumbled the man with one eye. All chimney, wheezing out puffs of spent smoke. Sword drawn like spilling a breath. Stance taken with the fresh pull of lungs. Bonewhite hand clattered strong and pure as white...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Sink the Knife

    That green eye went wide at the sound of her. "Shit," he hissed. Still low to the earth. Knife tilting to drop from his hand. "Funny meeting you-" A second voice rolled through the air. Sweet as honey halfway to mead. Steps went on across the dirt. Big fucker. Garrod's fingers curled back...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Sink the Knife

    One green eye, wide open. Steam trailing off the fresh kill. A cockatrice carved wide open. White hand digging in through the guts. Fingers, like claws turned to hungry gnashing jaws, ripping and tearing entrails. Blood splattered. Sprayed. Bits of viscera splat and dribbled. Fat shined. Sinew...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private Brought Low, Killed Hungry

    "Oye cabron!" Garrod shout, plate still skating across the dry cracked earth. Gravel rattling there beneath him. "No te mueras!" he called out, voice lilting with tease. Sword couched against his hip, as legs scraped up off the ground. Shin and knee planted flat as weight shift forward onto...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Garrod blinked at the show of it all. Scratched his chin with his gloved right hand. Could still feel the claws about him. Their weight. The flex and give. Knew they were gone. Not there in his bones. Not scratching against his skin. Not ripping through to red so good. Stopped scratching. Right...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    The gnash of teeth against peppers had him laugh something silly. A guffaw that nearly had the blasted chili soup spurt out of his nose entire. Cheeks puffed out. He managed to hold it in. Pass it down and thump at his chest to help catch his breath. "Foul play," he wheezed hoarse through the...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    "That's what I've always liked about you, Maria," Garrod grinned at the mage come Cazadore. "Straight to the real business," Brinda was staring at the weird lady in her huge dress and chains. "What the hell are you?" The girl with the mechanical arm, and scars across her face squint. "Some...
  10. 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...
  11. 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...
  12. 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...
  13. 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...
  14. 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!"...
  15. 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...
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