• Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    There in his own bedroll, he lays with eyes wide upon her. Soft, if only for the lull of sleep that pulls at him now that his bones had...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.
    Twas the noise the other lot made that buzzed and rattled against his skull. Made him feel the split of skin, and crack of bone all the...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    "Thank'ee for not usin' t' 'T-word'," "No thought to it," he says, lips curled with an ease that comes easy as moving. Broad fingers...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private Grounded to Correctness.
    Hector eased out of his guard. Nod slow, and listened to the man who seemed to have much weighing on his mind. Unsure of his own body...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore.
    "The personality?" Hector asks after, all sweet rise of curious there in the question. A little laugh as he shakes his head. "Whatever...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    It was cool against his skin. The dark water of the easy flowing rill. Its brown stain drink pitch black in the low light of the...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Open Buried Roots [KoA].
    He stood there by the two men he called his uncles. Syrs Oliver and Kaarle. His own brow set firm, as his eyes were set steeled. Face...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.
    Breath pushed out, a nod given brief salute to Lethram. Hector's eyes fell to the man cracked across the skull. Noted how the man's...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    Let the last slip of her fingers across the wear of scars and callouses about his hands. How their warmth yet lingers there. Oils mussed...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    Well. He felt little better for having said it. Felt it come up wrong. Too warm. Too sticky. More still left to go. Still swirling. Each...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore.
    Hector could see the wine. Smelled the coffee. Brows caved in on themselves. For all the Bard's bluster. Well. He was no stranger to...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    His breath caught in his throat at the touch of fingers in his hair. Goosebumps run prickled across his skin as all the little hairs...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.
    A clack against wood loud enough to have the armored Hector flinch back from the door as he watched the shadows shift with sudden jerks...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    "I never did lay eyes upon it missen, but there was one quest had us far flung toward the south , where in the village of Iltrapor...
  • Hector
    Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.
    Movement. Stirring. A bit of order to the sprawl of it all. Routine as chopping wood. Or stripping bark for that matter. "Aye, Syr,"...
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