1. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    For a moment, the stuffy room and everything in it collectively held their breath, listening to Mako weave the beginnings of a colorful tale. Fray's chewing slowed as a picture began to form in her mind. Every word filled in another detail, and a quick glance around the mess suggested the same...
  2. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    Fray was, in fact, quite glad she had thrown back two whole cups of mead in quick succession. Because what the actual fuck. She was already beginning to distrust the momentary wrinkle in rich boy's relentless composure. A slight dip of the mouth, the frozen cheer on his youthful face. But then...
  3. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray winced as the Blighted creature spoke, and then instantly regretted it when pain erupted everywhere all at once. The voice was...unnatural, jarring, like multiple souls trapped together, all trying to make themselves heard. It unsettled the ears in a way that made Fray wish she was...
  4. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray was still writhing on the ground with no dignity left to speak of, swearing as she desperately tried to rip the horrible black ichor off of her, when she heard the distinct crack of metal. She paused long enough to see the silvery mask clatter to the ground, cleaved right down the middle...
  5. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    Fray made a face. This guy was definitely going to get punched. She inched closer, snaking her way through the tavern crowd. The princeling had responded with suspiciously good cheer. He even called the scarred man wise. Fray could not for the life of her tell whether this was said in earnest...
  6. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray was dead, and in death she dreamed. She was standing in a river that smelled curiously like the ocean. The Devahni had never sailed before, but on occasion her family had found reason to visit the ports, and the breezes that rolled in often smelled just like this. A little salty, with a...
  7. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray watched as green flames boiled away the evil looking slime. It hissed and recoiled with an almost-sentience that made her stomach curdle, and, Blighted hell, it smelled awful. But even so, the mercenary had to concede that maybe, on very rare and fucked up occasion, magic could be useful...
  8. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    Boss man came down at last to join them, looking a bit like someone had just hit him in the face with a shovel. Fray didn't really blame him, since the overall stench of the mess could be described as "fish market on a hot, humid day" at best. She watched, amused, as he ambled stiffly to her...
  9. Fray

    Private Roots

    "Fen...please, don't." Fray was kneeling on the cobblestones, held down by chains. She'd been imprisoned this way long enough for the ache in her knees to grow unbearable and her shivering from the evening chill ever more violent. Metal rattled with each convulsion. But still, she pleaded. He...
  10. Fray

    Private A Brilliant Plume

    “He’s done for!” A small crowd around the table roared as Fray slammed down Curly’s hand. It was a wee bit harder than she intended, no doubt adding a couple splinters amongst ginger hairs, but Curly was too drunk and too jovial to care, his face redder than a crab and an arm as thick as a...
  11. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Nasty… Fray watched with no small amount of repulsion as the woman's arm exploded into gooey black stuff. Why did magic always have to end up being so gross? It was never a shower of fragrant flowers or sudden materialization of sweet treats. No, it had to be something weird and off putting...
  12. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    Fray frowned, the crease in her brow deepening. He always talked so damned much and she didn't even know what the fuck he was saying half the time, drunk or not. But he had coin, could hold his own in a fight, and had a better way with words than she when the occasion called for it, so she...
  13. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray stared sullenly into the bottom of her cup. Empty, just like her coin purse. Half a season spent sailing on waters more treacherous than a room full of jilted old lovers and not even one gold piece to show for it. Not for the first time since regaining her land legs, Fray wondered if she...
  14. Fray

    Fray

    "What? I hit stuff with swords for a living, what did you expect?"
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