1. Osytha

    Private Preparing Providence

    One of the best parts of getting fresh recruits, in Osytha’s opinion, is watching the system shock set in once they hit the demands of monastic life. It’s just so satisfying to shout a dorm full of prospects awake at the arsecrack of dawn, then watch the ensuing scramble; little bodies falling...
  2. Osytha

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    Now they number three fewer, when the count was already too little. That which had been Syr Etivya and Syr Torgan, soon to be brought to ashes; and Syr Solon, fallen into the enemy’s hands. The Killing Light, wielder of Cursebreaker. One of those Knights you come to believe, as you grow up...
  3. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Brick by brick, trying to build it back up. That wall. Some kind of line Osytha can point to and say, “Here. Here is where I end, and you begin.” He doesn’t let her. She thought Hector would feel it standing in the way between their fingers, but he reaches right through like it just isn’t there...
  4. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Busy busy busy; up at sparrow’s fart to get Forbs fed and ready before Osytha’s even had a bite of breakfast for herself, plus, she’d also wanted to catch Driwethen before the fellow headed out to the fields. Had a little something to arrange for Momo. She thinks he’ll be chuffed. By the time...
  5. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Hands move careful yet determinedly, examining Akke much as they’d done with Lilia; taking temperatures, shifting the collar at his neck, and fingers to the thrum of his pulse. But there are no bite marks. No loss of colour. His pulse is strong — too strong, if anything. The old man’s heart...
  6. Osytha

    Sanctum of Operations: Status Reports and Mission Debriefs of the KoA

    URGENT & IMMEDIATE REQUEST FOR AID FILED by Scribe Sazia Remonde on 12th Hochtar, 352 EoD Syr Osytha, Knight Sworn of Dusk, reports in from the field via seeingstone; transcribed message follows Osytha, Knight Sworn of Dusk, To the Sanctums on — eve of Hochtar 12th, 352 Reporting from...
  7. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “Daft ’a’peths?” Almost drops the rest of her words when Hector eases back into her. Feels like… those invisible walls that separate folk from each other; one’s just crumbled down. The way he looks so relaxed against her there. And how comfortable he feels on Osytha, too. His face cranes round...
  8. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Osytha doesn’t want to look. And yet, the thought of leaving it to someone else is too cruel. She’s surprised at how steady her hands are, as she brings the back of one up close to Lilia’s face. Waits a moment, then, feels it. Just barely, but it’s there. “She’s breathin’,” the dusker says...
  9. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    When Hector stiffens under her fingers, Osytha wonders if she’s made a mis-step. He’d mentioned he was long overdue a proper brush, no? Or did he not quite mean it that way? “If you could just start from the out, work down towards the roots?” She feels him relax. Good. No mistake, then...
  10. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    It doesn’t even flinch when the spear strikes in. That monster but slips into the dark with nary a ripple. Just a parting twitch of the tall grasses, and then — nothing. There’s no way a creature like that could keep going without those blades betraying its movement, but Osytha knows they’ll...
  11. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    Corruption at a touch. Bad enough to become twisted into a slave of the Blight, but this is more than the lone monstrosity or band of again-walkers against which the order normally contends. Osytha glances again at the innocuous, pulsating specimen burbling away in its cage. This thing feeds...
  12. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    It’s is the first time Osytha’s admitted all this. Until today, she’d just believed that searching for the answers to such doubts, or ways to palate the hardtack of these fears — that would be something she’d have to do alone. Didn’t know how to even begin telling anyone else about them all...
  13. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “T’Pursuit of Life nivver were Syr Jeoff’s strong point, nay,” reminisces Osytha, knelt by the flame and hand-feeding it a steady diet of kindling. “Syr Purun’s leg weren’t lookin’ any better’n thine towards t’end there, Ah recalls that.” The actual solution had been simpler: a toe-to-groin...
  14. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Wading through the starry bog, every bit black and bright over as underneath her. Suspended in between; a mirror plane, visible only when it breaks with ripples. One can only swim so far, however, so when the little boat drifts by, Osytha hauls herself aboard. Lies down flat on her stomach, head...
  15. Osytha

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    “You should not be here. This place isn't meant for you.” “Well — tough shit,” Osytha replies. She starts to fiddle with the wrought brooch of her walnut-and-moss cloak. “What kind of dusker would Ah be, lettin’ thee run off by thissen—” “…Osytha?” Her fingers still. Eyes wax astoundment as...
  16. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “Truthfully... I don’t think I came outside because I needed privacy. I think I was afraid I was starting to feel at home.” There’s a faint little huff of amusement from beside Momo after he says that. “Ah, don’t you fret now,” Osytha assures him. “Mum likes to hum t’same couple bars from a...
  17. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “El chupacabras?” Osytha’s voice emerges from somewhere behind Forbítter, where she continues to fossick around for more necessities. “Aye, a bit. Came ’pon mention of et when Ah was brushin’ up on matters sou’ of us wi’ t’Free Cities an’ Arshakan Empire. Was even researchin’ et for a second...
  18. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “‘Little Hawk,’” she repeats. It actually makes her smile — a proper one, too. “I likes that.” Happen we can choose our friends. But our oath makes us all kin; demands we do as much for all our brethren. And I reckon that’s a good thing. Happen they knew there’d be knights like thee, Faramund...
  19. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    “And know that when you realise it is time to make a corpse, it will be a mercy.” Faine’s answer seems to satisfy the knight, who simply nods in reply. Keeps her eyes set ahead in a thoughtful gaze, silent a moment further. “‘To do a thing which ought not to be done is to court trouble;’” she...
  20. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Things continue on a while as they were in the kitchen. Warm, richly-scented, and draped in the lulling drone of small, mundane things; needles click, a pen scribbles, embers tut and grumble. Soft teasing hangs on the air, the kind of jabs which only those intimate with one another feel...
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