1. Isander

    Private The Boar King

    "Gods and stars above," came the mutter from beneath the sheets. Isander held a hand to his forehead, thumb digging into his temple as though to bore a hole straight through. The voice that came through the door, accompanied by a banging that sounded all the same as the hammering at the great...
  2. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Isander's scarlet twinged-cheeks plumped up to meet that infectious giggle. It was hard to ignore, all the more difficult after the drinks he'd lost count of—and the pittance of coins loosened from his purse. But the evening wound ever closer to its close. Regrettable, if inevitable. The dance...
  3. Isander

    Private Friends with drawbacks [dropped]

    The voices nattered on, shuffling forward, and Isander stopped listening. He honed his attention to their shoulders and hips, eyes flicking wide among the group. Against his judgment, he found his gaze lingering on the Deva; a shiver of anticipation wriggled up his spine. He sucked in a...
  4. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Well I'll be fucked," Isander said, flicking another pair of coins over the woman's way. "Can't say luck's treating me kindly tonight." He took her advice, tipping back the mug and emptying its contents in a long, overwrought fashion. Topped it with a sigh, thumbed dribbles from the corners of...
  5. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "No need to worry over him," Isander said, "he's seen worse luck." Even so, a furrow of worry wormed its way over his brow. He spat a quick incantation, a bevy of staccato phrases that rolled from his lips in arcane jubilation. It came as little more than a whisper in time with Castor's...
  6. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "What use is pay," Isander asked, flicking his coin across the table, "other than to spend it?" He tipped up the hand held over the die, revealing a trio of pips that smiled back alongside his own unwavering aplomb. A shrug kept his shoulders loose and he smothered his grin behind another...
  7. Isander

    Private Friends with drawbacks [dropped]

    Isander snapped his gaze past the lanky elf and counted out the pursuers: a pair of men, bodies thick and waists tucked over their trousers with cudgels taut in hand, a woman all solid lines and a glimmer of steel, and a bare fisted deva that towered over the rest. By the cut of their cloth, the...
  8. Isander

    Private Friends with drawbacks [dropped]

    Having spent the morning walking off a hangover, idly counting the cobbles of this backwater city's streets, Isander found himself both out of sorts and off balance in the flurry of activity that had sought him out. His tongue was fat in a mouth that reeked of wheat, and his eyes yet dazed by...
  9. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Isander managed to wipe clean the glimmer from his gaze as the lad rounded with another mug. He adopted an easy smile in its stead, all lips, and relaxed his posture. Taking the mug, he deigned to drink deeply even as its odor curled the hairs of his nose; it crinkled, but he knocked back a swig...
  10. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Isander let that laugh roll from his chest. A deep, true thing. It rattled his shoulders in time with the dice he tossed about his palms. As the woman departed, he rapped a knuckle along the rim of his mug. "Have the lad send over another round," he said, "something stronger this time." To...
  11. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Isander poorly stifled a chuckle. It left a froth of beer on his chin, swiftly dabbed up with the corner of his sleeve. "Plumhollow," he said. "You know, where the smallfolk live and throw their merry festivals. Such as this one. Which is about... a moth?" He traded a quizzical look between...
  12. Isander

    Private A Lark Out of Step

    A week's ride of Astenvale Monastery, at the foot of the northern Rangan peaks of the Mheara range, Isander found himself enjoying a drink in a wooded hollow betwixt the babbling of a nearby brook. The sun cried crimson tears on its journey to dusk, casting long shadows across the hollow. The...
  13. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Measured amusement lighted in Isander's eyes. He beheld the pair from the perch of a cocked brow, nursing a chuckle at the rim of his cup. "Oh, I partook. As they say: small folk, extravagant parties. Why, if I may be so bold, a few I encountered could drink even you to an early grave," he...
  14. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    The platter of food kept Isander's tongue at bay. He spared a moment's appreciation for it, loosing a word of thanks as he surveyed the meal. The earthy smell of it stung his nose in a pleasant manner, and he tarried not in ripping off a chunk of bread. "The lass is right, Cas," he said...
  15. Isander

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "A bell? Yes," Isander said, a near mumble as he fumbled his words. Mere seconds from crossing the establishment's threshold and a buzz already threatened to muddle his mind. Offloading his bags to the lad that approached him and offering instruction to relay the belongings to his room, he...
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