1. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Am not—!” “Er…” “Are too! Are too!” “’Ey now—” Little Isabelle’s face screws up with indignant rage as she begins to yell, “Am-not-am-not-am-not!” “Liar, liar, pants on—” “Alreight!” Osytha shouts, gently intercepting the tiny girl’s upraised fist before it finds its mark on...
  2. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    Those sinister mutterings don’t seem to draw any response from the knight slouched in her barseat. In fact, Osytha barely even registers when a newcomer sidles up beside her. Those bleary blue eyes only blink, sluggishly, when they see black-taloned fingers reach over and pluck her silver pin...
  3. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    There’s not the time to look back at what’s developing behind Osytha; neither the manoeuvrability nor field of view for her to easily do so lugging Krava draped across the shoulders like this. Her heart spikes to hear Lock’s frantic roar, and she fears the — man? Beastkin? — that he has fallen...
  4. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    There’s a certain horror to the ease with which Rois severs that head. Osytha understands that decapitations are difficult — notoriously so. And you hear stories, ones where perhaps the headsman’s axe was just a little too dull, or hadn’t landed quite right. Awful, awful stories. Not that...
  5. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    A LITTLE WHITE LIEA fledgling knight struggling with the truth crosses paths with a prodigal daughter homeward bound. Syr Osytha & Xenovia Early 349 EOD “Y’know, th’ quess-chyun — righ’? Th’ ques-*urp*-ssschyun I have, is, is: is this. “Wha’ the fuck. Y’know?” “Uhuh,” says Frank...
  6. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    As Rois heads for the butcher’s bench, Osytha spares a backward look at the row of dozing mules. Intelligent, strong, hard workers… aye, they get their temperament from asses, right enough. She’s also fond of the beasts, even keeps a couple of donkeys around at the monastery, herself. But you...
  7. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    That’s what Daev had seen lurking in the wreck? Osytha tries to find some label for the great, hirsute whirlwind of fury, though much is yet hidden by its makeshift cloak. This Lock could maybe be some sort of beastkin, a big maybe, and that’s before you even consider the second pair of arms...
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    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Old Eudes hasn’t seen over one score summers as a soldier by also being a fool. By getting lax. His ears are already pricking with Conill’s fevered rebuke, and when his eyes seek out their target they find but slack rope, absence, and a sort of… nothing there which doesn’t quite match the...
  9. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    “No, I did. I guess it just got lost in t’owd dialect there.” Osytha ties her horse to one of the spare hitching posts, and begins to unfasten some ties lashing the erstwhile reeve in place. “I don’t know about ‘deserve’, mind you. That’s not my place to say. And I could have lived without the...
  10. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    The horses scream. Rent awake by a chorus of terror from horse, and hound, from shrieking flocks and coughing fox as they speed away. Osytha shoots upward, hand snatching her baldric without a thought, her eyes wide and ears thumping with chaos. Trying to make sense everything all at once, but...
  11. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Hoofbeats — dulled, rhythmic; waxing and waning. They pound through the sand, growing loud and near before arcing away in a recurring cycle. But, gradually, that pattern’s epicentre closes in on Krava’quiloor. The sun is warm, shining bright off turf-cropped chalk cliffs and pebble-strewn sand...
  12. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    The second Osytha’s words leave her lips, that butcher is on her — cargo rumbling behind, stalking up until he’s blotted out the moons, and she’s staring wide-eyed into a face which cuts through Khurun’s bands above. She fights her hands away from going to the handles of her daggers; no room to...
  13. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    It’s another moment’s work to keep Forbs under her thumb when he sees the motion from Rois, and the unknown little thing flit their way through the air. Osytha soothes his raging horsey mind back down with hushed words and careful hand, before she steps forward, crouches, and retrieves the note...
  14. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    When Rois mentions her ‘fine, trained war steed’, Osytha can’t help but spare an affectionate look into Forbítter’s beautiful dark eye. Her young man here is indeed a terribly fine specimen of a courser; a little too fine at times, as it happens. But, no. Gazing upon him now, nuzzling and...
  15. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Perhaps Innis also misses the resurging tension which flexes through Osytha’s hands. Tendons riled taut by the younger Dusk Knight’s bleak prediction, lulled back down under Akke’s chiding rebuke. No. Now is not the time. “Ah’m s-sorry,” she judders, as his arms sweep her up. Godsdamnit— and...
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