1. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    He listened, wine in hand. Ruby red in a shaped glass that had a pattern like morning frost, glinting in afternoon light, silvery through the windows. Took a long draw. Stepped closer, landing the glass back onto the table. Rested an elbow against the back of his chair, and leaned slightly...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    "I'm still figuring it out," came the response to the jab. For how tense he was, before, mid-Hunt, even when seemingly trying to sleep and rest - Briar seemed at peace, now. The chaos didn't cease, it wasn't going to, issues layering one on top the other, but he'd done what he could, and unless...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    He could hear the subtle tone shift, the mien. Ah. "Perhaps, when the times are more peaceful," he conceded, a permission to let the topic lie. "It's been a long winter. Seemed a shame not to rekindle some acquaintanceships." A quiet deflating sigh followed, slow, allowing for a pause. The...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    "No, we aren't," he echoed easily, seeming to have taken no offense at the tone. At least the stranger sat. And treated him to some more self-defeating drivel as he did so. "It could be a curse, suppose so, if you let it run on you rampant, keep doing what you want and run from everything that...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    He waited for the man to clear it out, patiently, head turning without the rest of the body. "I've... not done much as an architect, but I have a few contacts. Much thought to be put into the minutia. The undercrofts, the foundations. The tax codes of the locale." The lowered gaze cast a shadow...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    Evelyn tucked a copper curl behind her slightly pointed ear. Father was an elf, or so they said. Life was good, these days. She wore fine leathers, and doeskin gloves, and tin-thread cotton blouses. Never thought that she'd pick up embroidery when she'd been afraid of spiders half her life, but...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    The baron avoided looking down, as if that made the memory of his bones being crushed and his skin cut open any more vivid. Look, boy, or I will cut your eyelids off, just as well. Eyes closed, for a nod. The world's sharpness receded again. "I understand. But it's..." another inhale...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Winds of Wonder

    Only one hand of Walter's was gloved, the feature notable because it seemed like he'd had a glove tailored specifically to be worn at home. As if it covered something the hand's owner didn't want to look at, much less to speak of. So, when Malachai chose to speak around the subject at some...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    The rider-less horse would be intercepted, sooner or later, by one not-quite forester or another not-quite night watch guard. The three on drakehorses hunted in darkness with an order to kill. There was no trouble in the Bremen barony. Save for an insistent attempt to breach defenses. The...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    "It is by the primary force that shaped you." Still no attempt to get himself up from the dirt. He was not just exhausted, he was spent. Any movement was one too many, save for breathing. Maybe a bit of talking. He didn't want to focus on the surroundings, nothing good was happening anyway - but...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Dare Blur

    He could not quite quip in the worsening condition. Only a vague twitch of the chin, to humor with agreement. And so, like a couple seeking to start off the evening in a way not so odd, they headed into the house of ill repute and cold-eyed whores. It was, perhaps, good that she thought him...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private Follow me into folly

    Wasn't too often that anyone disturbed him in his study after supper. Garrick painted in the doorway, the softest grey wool vest and green embroidered neck scarf. Leaning back from his desk, Walter cast a sideway glance and noticed a sword belt. That wasn't part of the daily, either. "You may...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    You won. Somebody picked him up again, pressed on the wrong spot. He didn't resist, flail in a visceral animal attempt to avoid the pain, did not have enough air to waste in a scream that could spook further. Darkness came, and swept him up like an ancient mother. Many feared her for everything...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    The crackling intensified, until the dented cavern collapsed further, burying the fiend, many glow worms, and whatever was left behind. Someone repeated Trevor's enlightenment about grabbing a bunch of glow stuff from the wall. People were aware the fog was thinning, and so, slipping step by...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    The man who lay with barely shaky struggles to breathe clearly had no fight left to even try moving. His left hand was all bloody, but the fingers looked alright- once the pinky seemed to snap into the correct position by itself. Barely a shudder, a tiny noise of pain, eyes that began to drift...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Open Glitterwake

    Walter drew in a slow, patient inhale. Shroud sparked and sank back into the marrow of the bone, somewhere deeper than the actual marrow. It hurt. It sang. Eyelids sunk closed for a few moments, hid a glint of moisture. It hadn't always hurt from as slight an ependiture as was required to teach...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private The Harvest Hound

    "So you did call," Walter noticed, "but weave repelling intrusions to the mind does not tend to differentiate intent, chiefly so from strangers. You have our attention now." For better or for worse. So thoroughly amusing, for all the wrong reasons. "So, we are hunting something of your own...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Private The Harvest Hound

    Alarms? The drake rider listened quietly. Truth of the matter was - he could no longer receive such boon of a notice... and the other Huntsmen amulets reacted to an intricate and powerful wave of something trying to reach for their minds. Being hunters of things that preyed on glamors and magic...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private The Harvest Hound

    A Necroseer? Fortuitous. But only the man's eyes spoke, sharpness dimming to alertness, irises haloed in indigo as he studied this Netherwisp and his horse. Geist's ear twitched to the silver trinkets, scales bristling slightly at the demonstration. It would take more to unseat Walter's bearing...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    "A-alright, b- Wait!!.." The shout's echo died around the bend of a tunnel. The scales tilted. Not for what Trevor'd done, but for every time he didn't stumble, every time he knew his way, every time he didn't slit his forehead open against a low-hanging piece of ceiling. And they were...
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