1. Garrod Arlette

    Private Somos Muertos

    It was a trudge. Con la tierra llena de agua. And rot. The stink of the bog thick with each pull of lungs pumping for breath. It sank sweet down his nose. A green flame wicked to life from the pour of his green eye's hue. "You really should just let me take the helm, Oh Bearer Mine," and...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    A grin crept across Garrod's face. "No, suppose she ain't yet," a click of his teeth and a shake of the head. "And suppose you are," he eyed the woman. Tall and solemn as she so often was."Volant with all your talents and knowhows, Rowan of Cloudskeep," pulled his eye away. "Just make sure you...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Morning came like a heavy fog bleeding through tired lungs. Garrod's single green eye cracked wide and open like an egg spilled onto a cold pan. Rotten yolk floating inside the sweat stuck bowl of his skull. Overboiled in the bathwater, staring at the chalk colored ceiling going to drip with all...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Sink the Knife

    Garrod. Or maybe it was the fiend fire crackling from his eye, yawned at the sudden turn of events. white bone digits fanning the gape of its bearer's mouth. "My. Isn't this just so drawlingly disappointing?" Whispering laughter cackling mad in what chords of Garrod's throat it could shake...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Simply Fishing

    "Faylynn" he echoes. Feeling the name on his tongue. Sets fire to the kindling gathered there in the cook pit with a snap of his fingers. "Nice name," he watches the flame spread across the tinder. Crackling and popping as it lets off its smoke. He bends low to it. Breaths a full lungful there...
  6. 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...
  7. 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...
  8. 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...
  9. 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...
  10. 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...
  11. 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...
  12. 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...
  13. 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...
  14. 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...
  15. 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...
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