1. Jan Walczak

    Private Sink your teeth

    His name sounded strange coming from her lips. Spoken without any warmth, as if intended to cut rather than caress. 'True.' Securing the bandage, the Captain took a step back, brow furrowing as he listened to Lysanne speak. Armdall. An old name. Respected, and conniving. All bastards are...
  2. Jan Walczak

    Private Sink your teeth

    I know where the danger comes from, Lady, the Captain thought as he followed Lysanne's violet eyes to where her crimson flowed wetly across an upturned palm. Jan sighed. 'Oh, my dear, sweet Lysanne!' He spoke softly, as if they were more than just bodyguard and bastard. 'Only ever happy when...
  3. Jan Walczak

    Private Sink your teeth

    Lysanne had always been wily. A bastard and a daughter, the odds had been against her from the moment she was conceived, and so it was no surprise she turned out the way she had. Never would she inherit; never would she bear children that carried the family name. Forever branded by her father's...
  4. Jan Walczak

    Private Sink your teeth

    It was a cold day in the Iron Gate. Sharp, howling winds blew through the crenelated teeth of the old fortress, causing many a sentry and sod to shiver. 'Keep it tight, you dogs! Shoulder to shoulder!' Cried a sergeant, the knotted club in his hand correcting those whose dawdled overly long...
  5. Jan Walczak

    Jan Walczak [WIP]

    Brief history coming soon!
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