1. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “Thank you. For asking.” Osytha slowly opens her eyes. The burning vista painted behind her lids, its taste imagined at the back of her throat, and the sounds of a child lost in the simple joy of chasing the wind; it fades away. She comes back here, plodding through Hræfn Leah’s bordering woods...
  2. Osytha

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    It’s been a long day on the road, and then some — but Syr Osytha had found herself within two hours’ journey of Astenvale Monastery by the time sun had truly set, and it seemed a damn fool thing to make camp when she was already practically within sight of the Lookout. So it’s fairly late when...
  3. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “Aunty Osytha!” By the Eight, that bairn’s too damn precious. It only makes Osytha’s smile deepen, watching the young ’un almost trip over her own excitement. The dusker takes Syr Faramund’s spear for him, then scans about to see Akke a little ways behind, beaming right back at her. Though...
  4. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Were Osytha to bite her tongue any harder, she’s pretty sure she’d be tasting blood. By Tapan’s mighty nutcracker, they’re Knights of Anathaeum — they’re supposed to be better than this, but it feels more like they’re squabbling bairns in a petty game of tit-for-tat. And she’d bought into it as...
  5. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    A half-hearted repartée to that, some off-colour remark about Faramund’s proclivities as a peeping Tom, dies before it leaves her tongue. She’s not feeling in much of a joking mood now, not after what he told her about the thing he’d seen. “Aye,” Osytha says, softly. Given Forbítter’s little...
  6. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Just a flicker at the corner of Osytha’s eyes at that; a certain pull of mirth at her cheeks, there and gone again in a blink. “Aye,” she nods, head bobbing behind her bevor. “’E’ll do tumblin’ on t’back of an ass, Akke’s teachin’ Forbs to play t’bandore, an’ Katie Donovan’s knitted me a fool’s...
  7. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    “Appen that’s so! Four curs to your what? Single feather?” “Ane and a half,” Osytha corrects, her voice smooth as black ice. “Ane leadin ’alberdier downed afore they could unseat thee, plus ane arbalist’s arm ruined as they yarked to plant a bolt in thy back. Ah care to choose targets as matter...
  8. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    She wants to argue. No — Osytha wants to clobber the man right over his Toils-bedamned head, and then argue with whatever sorry mess is left of him once she’s done kicking his teeth in. But she can’t. Not the time nor the place to fight him on this. And, loathe as she is to admit it… she’s...
  9. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “Well, clearly I was born for this.” Momo’s not doing too bad considering the kind of horse Forbs is, Osytha will own that. And if she’s sort of, ‘encouraged’ her steed to follow the foxkin’s commands via a surreptitious nudge against his flanks from her legs here or there, well… that doesn’t...
  10. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Rocks and pebbles cascade down by Forbítter’s hooves, unsteady ground made yet more fickle. It throws her aim off and the shot goes wide. Osytha swings herself out of the saddle and leaves a stinging trail of expletives through the air, pausing only long enough to bid her horse stay. Then, she...
  11. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Stressing the ‘syr’, there; reminding Osytha of who she is, what she can do. Toils, but she hopes Faramund doesn’t feel the need to carry her too, the way he’s already shouldering most of the camp. She don’t need any encouragement to do what must be done. And he don’t need to wonder if his...
  12. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    The day rolls on. Late morn eases into midday, sun pressing down a little brighter, a little warmer, though the faltering breeze still brushes its icy fingers soft across the haughs and meadows. Those give way, after a little while, to woodland. Where once were pastures, there are now...
  13. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Foreboding, is that rippling gleam over Rookheart’s high blade. Heavy with potential. A few choice descriptions from the Sumu report rise up in Osytha’s mind, and she smartly snaps her visor down. It’s no spot of sky-killin’, but the ghost of that flash still slips though visor slit and lidded...
  14. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    “Guffy, heald.” The slobbery assault ceases with Guffers, reluctantly, planting his rear firmly down. Still — that eager little face stays locked on Faramund’s, and a thump-thumping tail belies the dog’s lingering excitement. Osytha stifles a yawn. “Aye, ’e’s sure taken a shine to ’is Uncle...
  15. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    “Can we ’urry this up, already? Y’lordship’s mekkin me tardy.” This stellar piece of diplomacy doesn’t seem well-recieved by the young lordling in front of her. In fact, based on what Osytha can see from where she is, pinned down to a knee with one guard twisting her arm behind her back while...
  16. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “Hah!” A little chirp of laughter, bright and sincere. “I suppose you were dashing, reight enow. Dashed your noggin that ’ard against the ground, am surprised you’ve any nose left.” Osytha makes a show of examining said appendage, that teasing glint still in her eye. “I’m fain for that — ’tis...
  17. Osytha

    Private Now Hands That Build

    That knee nudges right back, just an affirming little gesture, and paired with a gentle nod. Akke’s voice has silenced, but there’s yet a faint, hypnotic refrain from the man’s bandore. Osytha picks up a char-tipped stick and fiddles with the fire a bit, shifting fuel free of choking ash and...
  18. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “…Do you all often travel with spare building materials?” Osytha just smirks. That’s a brick there, alright. Hardtack’s already bad enough on the way down, and it ain’t any easier on a body coming out neither. She keeps her insight to herself, though. Still early days to know if Momo here...
  19. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope

    Ricochet zips past Osytha’s face so fast it’s just a blur, yet some base part of her recognises it in the simplest way; feels death cut through the air barely a foot ahead. If Forbs had taken one more step… A hair’s breadth of a second with her body clenched in terror — before that keening...
  20. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    For a moment there, seems like Syr Sabinian is joining in on the joke. But, no; when Osytha sneaks a sidelong glance to gauge his reaction, the other knight mostly just looks uncomfortable. Well — good to know. Nothing like a little recon by force to get a feel for your opponent, and now she has...
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