1. Fray

    Private Roots

    There was a clatter. Fray flinched, and the pain that accompanied was fuzzy, dulled to a tolerable ache. When she snuck another glance at Lady Second, she felt unease crawling back up her spine. The matriarch was clearly upset. Blood pooled on the ground beside the abandoned bowl and a faint...
  2. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    Fray watched Lord Wen as he considered the child. What specifically he was looking for, she hadn’t the faintest clue. But for herself, she searched for signs, any signs. Signs of compassion, cruelty, cunning, or worse. She’d figured out over the years that you could learn a lot about someone...
  3. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Garrod handled this newfound source of potential danger in typical Garrod fashion: by walking straight towards it. Fray had been half-hoping he had another fancy trick up his sleeve. Perhaps a fireball he could throw that would set everything down the tunnel ablaze, cleansing it of any...
  4. Fray

    Open Creeping Jade Mists

    Her employer remained adamant in getting an answer, unleashing a barrage of words that the stranger was utterly unprepared for. Like a flock of birds, his speech was flighty, distracting, misdirecting. But somehow, as usual, he plucked out what he wanted. Once Gongzi had what he needed, he was...
  5. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Black horns gleamed as one absolutely furious Deva barreled down the street. Her long legs pumped like hellfire, momentum broken only by the occasional tipped basket or unlucky bystander, who she narrowly avoided flattening by shoving bodily out of the way...
  6. Fray

    Open Big Tent of Horrors: Karn Evahl

    The Curiosities The air within the tent lay heavy with the dusty stuffiness of lots of things crammed into a small space. At least, Fray thought, said things were (mostly) stationary, innumerable as they were. She looked around in genuine wonder. It seemed like every possible surface within the...
  7. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray watched the tired grin spread across One Eye’s face and decided then and there that Garrod was probably the bad kind of crazy to everyone else, which meant he was the good kind of crazy to Fray. That was also, coincidentally, the kind of crazy you wanted when shit hit the Blight. She...
  8. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    They do, Fray thought to herself, and it is a double edged thing. But the Deva had a way with making it very, very worthwhile for said wenches to be discreet in her favor. Fray did not miss the sliver of haste in the princeling’s tone. Of course, the scheming noble would be waltzing them...
  9. Fray

    Open Creeping Jade Mists

    Fray remembered the last time she had seen this much inexplicable mist. It had involved a whole lot of screaming. The start to their evening felt ominous, to say the least. Despite being on the job, trailing behind Gongzi at an acceptable three paces behind, it was overkill being this paranoid...
  10. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray could see the alarm she felt mirrored in Garrod’s eyes, but his body remained calm, motions sure and steady as he tucked away the ring and pulled out his knife. Funny, how they had been fighting the unknowable, ever changing nature of Blight only a handful of minutes ago, only to now find...
  11. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    It didn’t take long to realize her new employer was a bonafide chatterbox, but Fray found she didn’t mind. Not yet, anyway. It helped that the princeling's voice was smooth, melodic even, and therefore easy on the ears. He reminded her of a river, determined to go one direction whether you liked...
  12. Fray

    Private Roots

    Silence stretched on, long enough for Fray to start doubting whether the tree woman had heard her. When Lady Second responded at last, it was with that eerily discordant voice of hers. Her words were to the point, her command unquestioned. Attendants found themselves reignited back into...
  13. Fray

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Fray’s brows shot up in surprise as a second figure pushed through the door and into the warmth of the main hearth. There was no mistaking that shock of white hair, nor the hard bitten air surrounding him. She grinned at his terse little greeting and said nothing, only moved her hand to cover...
  14. Fray

    Open Big Tent of Horrors: Karn Evahl

    The Curiosities Fray's first instinct was to run. And she did, straight towards what looked vaguely to be dark, ominous woods. No, no, no she chanted under her breath. Fuck this place. But every time she dove into the darkness, she emerged the other side right back where she started: standing...
  15. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    The hairs on her neck were starting to raise. Now that the immediate threat was over and necessary proof of conquest acquired, her awareness for the peripheral returned. They were, of course, not alone, and she was acutely aware that the longer they stayed, the more likely opportunistic...
  16. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but the noise that followed was like one thousand knives hitting the floor. Her ears rung as she shut her eyes, unable to do much more than wince. What was this fresh hell she had landed in? She wondered miserably if the Blight had somehow tainted...
  17. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    Fray watched the silk laden aristocrat pull out a strange, rounded object and blow it like a whistle. There was a very faint sound, so high pitched it was barely audible, and then suddenly the man on the floor fell still. His chest was still rising and falling, but he was mercifully not whining...
  18. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray’s grin held as a name was given and knuckles offered. He spoke with the brevity of someone who knew that staying in one place for too long was a bad idea. She closed her fist and bumped it against his without hesitation, adding the small gesture to a growing collection of details labeled...
  19. Fray

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Fray chewed very slowly on a piece of stringy, dried goat cheese, eyes focused straight ahead. She was leaning in her chair, one arm slung over the backrest while the other guarded a plate of half eaten food. Wood creaked as she grew ever more relaxed. The salty white strands dangled from her...
  20. Fray

    Private Lead to Gold

    Fray had been here for only a handful of days, and already she was contemplating how many guards she could kill before she inevitably got put down like a mad dog. She could have gone on lamenting her situation. Or, hating those who had betrayed her and landed her ass in this bottomless shithole...
Back
Top Bottom