1. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    Eyebrow perked slightly. He was aware of the natural danger of status, and guessed that the higher ranks didn't have it light with the potential of removal from power being... violent. The other siblings having been left as wards told him a bigger story. It could be political hostages, it could...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    There it was. Like a painting of truth behind a painted glass screen, almost identical but not the same. The distortion ever so slight, inscrutable unlike his penchant for decyphering magics, perhaps, not even picked up by his supernatural prowess but his trained hut feeling. Confirmation...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    They weren't going to, in fact, return the horse. A long walk under supervision was awaiting - mercy instead of a mounting price for escalating stupidity. Once the Huntsmen were in place, Garrick rushed the rest of the way to the baron's side, to help him to get up and get steady, a fatherly...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    The dark eyes measured Laric with something almost akin to pity, Walter's breath ragged as pain kept coursing through him with each heartbeat, concentrated on the wound that was still bleeding. He had to un-fray. It was an instinct now, an instinct past his human senses that demanded that he was...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    He wouldn't let It overcome him. Not for this, even though the man opposing him was going for the arteries. Laric had no way of knowing, and that's what mattered. What decisions the man would make not knowing. Although, with the lack of commitment, Walter would also accept the possibility that...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    "I'd not waste breath making requests of a disloyal man," echoed back the verbal cut, colder than the remnant breaths of winter rolling into a spring night. Walter righted himself, regained the balance. Another feint caught, a retreat a touch too slow, but darkness did not bloom with whispers...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    He let him pick the sword up. There wasn't any playing with toy swords anymore while the garden smelled of fallen apples and summer heat. On the other side of that coin was a deeper engraving. The copper-headed bastard, and his sword, and his tricks that his magic couldn't prevail. The...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    Earl Tristan von Lyss has asked for his son's... insults ... to be avenged, Walter's lips parted, slightly, a small, short breath escaping without a sound. Ah. He asked me to bring mercenaries to... teach you a lesson with fist and sword. Black eyelashes dropped to view the empty scabbard...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    "Consider yourself the messenger, and not your..." eyes like pools of starlight turned to the window, before the light faded almost entirely. Just the ghost flames at the bottoms of the pupils remained. "...proxy." There was nothing soft about the man. He wore no armor but his bearing alone...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    "If you would be so kind." No word of complaint would get uttered even if his lips were blue. A smile at the heir, wistful, understanding. "A most delightful reunion, Your Highness, I do hope we may speak again before my leave." A little hard to tell, the man's expression so full of nostalgia...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    It was the time of the day when shadows would fall ahead of one's steps. And so, Walter led the way. Summertime stripped him of the heavy cloak, his social suit of armor; he seemed content to wander in dark grey leathers and thin silk-spun pine green shirt, a steady, muted silhouette to balance...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    He bowed, reflexive motion that felt so... strange, given his overbearing power. But the worry-worn features softened, like flowers promising to bloom on the weathered cliffs. The flowers carried a strange hue, all the same. And then, he glanced down and chuckled to her comment, his dark...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    "Yes," the word elevated and prolonged, with what sounded like a chuckle at the tail end of it. In that humorless glee, the man's lips parted, curving, and bared the edges of fangs - human canines slightly enlarged, and pointed enough to pierce. Behind the canines, a second pair. The baron's...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    Wasn't he a tall firecracker? "What kind of art?" Walter mused. Perhaps, he was just overthinking it, and there was popularity with painting, poetry or basketweaving in this refined magi community. His heart, however, shrank in pain. His mind at work was formidable, indeed, perhaps not in the...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private The Damage Roots Can Do

    Geist had switched from trot to a slightly more shaky walking, the silver skin with a scare haunch and neck crest glistening wet in the rain. Walter's dark-grey, thick woolen cloak wrapped around his shoulders, but the cowl slipped back when he lifted his face to the falling drops. They soothed...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    "You'll have plenty time, especially so tomorrow. Garrick will give you a guide to look around Bremen, and... I suppose you all would do better with horses, for the time being... All the same, I'm looking forward to your collegial pursuit while you are here." When Malachai pointed to the points...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    The skeletal, withered hand closed around the offered one. A heavy lurch, a grimace, clearly pained but struggling to his feet to do just that. Walk. "Done. Let us. And... hey, if you are ever in Bremen, Altalusia, ask after the baron. The family deals with curses, studies them. If you want rid...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    The floating colors did catch the corner of his eye, attention meandering from writing to the shifting in palette. Oh, how familiar that sensation was, still remembered. Anything and everything under the fingertips, so long as you knew just how to make it manifest. An intoxicating sort of power...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    The pond was probably quite deep, its edges outlined in cut stone and the waters barely sporting a ripple. On the other end, a man sat on the stone bench. Beside him, a book, and slightly at a distance - a lantern lit. And when the lord raised his head from pondering, his eyes glinted violet in...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    It was a wistful notion. He'd been a young man, following Malachai's glory like a vortex of butterflies, fleeting and short-lived, more vibrant than the sun and more colorful than the Rings-painted night. Every smile and bit of acknowledgement had meant a world, and filled his heart with warmth...
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