1. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private Loud descends the Storm

    Isambard took reassurance that the one he served had words to send to those who did haunt with such fierceness. Banners did not stand for long for those who quail, he knew. Houses did not stand when fear was given succour, he had seen before. The rain did trickle down the sharp ridges of his...
  2. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private The Harvest Hound

    Netherwisp allowed the insults to his competency to generate their own spite as was his custom, a look of disgust concealed much in the dark shallows inherent in his face. This one could not detect he what he had just performed, witnessed. To comment he was more a scribe than tactician, that was...
  3. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private The Harvest Hound

    "With vigours, and what help that roams below, and beyond," Isambard breathed and faded his voice, settling into the a shudder of the spine that came unnaturally, yet habitual enough to be embraced easily. Like surrender to coma, it was soothing enough to those who knew a chance of rousing...
  4. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private The Harvest Hound

    At this the Necroseer did move the steed away, so that he could be seen and see on better. The horse did obey, moving like floating leaves upon a languid pond. Netherwisp's face did scrutinise in quick movement of eyes, an internal debate, or perhaps recall. Perhaps digesting this news of then a...
  5. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private The Harvest Hound

    "Alarms that wake those slumbering to dangers be not invasions," Netherwisp did remark. He turned his head in analysis of the Brother who spoke to wished him to hand over keys to knowledge so readily. Who would paint his alarm with the same brush as this malady. Who wore the authority and some...
  6. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private The Harvest Hound

    The lithe horse did slow and stop, reigns gently swayed back lazy to hint to stillness. The hooves silent against the ambigious ground, steady and unfettered by any hint of possible perturbement. An unhooded head of grey aloft in the gloom of dark did turn, upturned, eyes within taut shadows all...
  7. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private The Harvest Hound

    Heather on the heath, wisps upon the wind. Moons within their cowls, pointillism of stars sparkling and speckling the clouds that did drag their heels, morose and easy in their drift. The freshness of river was supped by the nocturnal steed of black, a thinning thing allowed to cool. The wheel...
  8. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private Loud descends the Storm

    What wine been indulged gave faint reminder of the endothermics of life, the alcohol did warm Isambard where the spirits had chilled. Each vessel served their purpose. When gauntlet had crashed against the grain, his fingers had placed the cup to sup against thin lips, wordless and silent to...
  9. Isambard Netherwisp

    Private Loud descends the Storm

    Wave of gauntlet did send Netherwisp to heel. Column of black, trinkets silver chiming and glamoured. His place serving the need, attentive, patient, and foreboding with the prestige of gallows. Poised his hands, which did not reach for wine or food. The moment for his profession to justify the...
  10. Isambard Netherwisp

    Open The Thorned Horror of Ivymount

    The severed sample did reach Netherwisp's fingers, plucking at the air at once with reactions ample serving. As he did snatch it, his eyes did gain some brooding joy, his other hand instinctively going to the handle of his knife. Gleeful and confident, smugness in his plan delivered. A moment's...
  11. Isambard Netherwisp

    Oikeus, Vapaus, Vastuu | A Peasants' Rebellion

    Isambard Netherwisp would be drawn by the tales and suspicions of Iron Revenants, the war geists. To the Barons side, to Baron Lekander to work within and from.
  12. Isambard Netherwisp

    Open The Thorned Horror of Ivymount

    "Any part of it will serve that does lash out," Isambard did say, his head quick turning to the sound that did rise from afar. The sound of courages culminating in a desperate charge, zeal sounding in the air convincing itself of it's weight in the measuring of things. Quick stepping boots with...
  13. Isambard Netherwisp

    Open The Thorned Horror of Ivymount

    Isambard's words were delivered in truncated calm, clear and concise to his thinking. The academic wax and wane was indulgence he knew. His words in this moment efficient, akin to the doctor providing assessment to the dying as tools did pass from orderly to table. Bark did amass about roof...
  14. Isambard Netherwisp

    Open The Thorned Horror of Ivymount

    "Foe of this manifestation, friend to those who care to tread bold against this malady with some willingness to be smart about it," Isambard did say, his jaw quick snapping, his arms unfolding as his gaze did regard the distance a little longer. As if a few moments further scowling might glean...
  15. Isambard Netherwisp

    Open The Thorned Horror of Ivymount

    Thrice quick as bamboo had it risen and grown from the ground, resolutely uprising from the stones of the well in fierce protrusions of barbs and thicket. Black wood that did resist the chopping axe, ichorous to the water that had forced the disquieted peoples to slake their thirst elsewhere...
  16. Isambard Netherwisp

    Isambard Netherwisp

    Miasma, corruption, disease and withering decay, these things any society are glad to be warded against. Those who trust in the healing ways and the holy arts may be capable of fighting such manifestations as they grow large, but those with understanding and power over the Dark Arts may thwart...
Back
Top Bottom