1. Etain d'Aramond

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    Etain felt it like a slow shift in the air. It was a weight behind every glance, like a blade resting on her neck, waiting for reason. The kind of quiet that comes when the birds stop singing before a storm. She could feel the tension behind her. The knightess had been in enough battles to know...
  2. Etain d'Aramond

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    Her head turned, eyes bloodshot and rimmed with smoke-tears, locked on Edwynna. “Yeah,” she rasped, voice thick with smoke and spite. “I’ll thank him.” Etain yanked her sword back into its sheath. “I’ll thank him so fuckin’ much, he’ll wish he’d stayed up in the gash." Her eyes locked on the...
  3. Etain d'Aramond

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    Etain yanked her sword off the ground. Her hand was red around the grip. His blood, hers, it didn’t matter. The smoke curled like a claw around her throat. Every breath rasped. Her eyes stung, tearing, the heat biting through plate and padding. She stepped over the ruin without a word, the...
  4. Etain d'Aramond

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    Etain’s sword hit the burnt floor with a heavy clunk. The sound cut through the smoke like a crack of thunder, louder than words, sharper than threats. Like a coffin lid slamming shut. When Lemm's eyes turned to his captain in that heartbeat of hesitation, she moved. Sabatons slammed across the...
  5. Etain d'Aramond

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    Smoke clung to the room like a wet rag over the mouth. It stung Etain’s eyes raw, made them tear and every breath a scrape down her throat. Her lungs pulled in ash and old wood, and whatever else that had been burning. The corpse of the old man bled slowly into the floorboards, still warm, mouth...
  6. Etain d'Aramond

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    The blow came suddenly, a crunch of cheap wood and splinters on steel. Etain grunted, more from insult than pain. The gauntlet took it, but her temper didn’t. Smoke coiled around her face, sweat already beading at her brow. She yanked her arm back through the hole, flexed her fingers. The hole...
  7. Etain d'Aramond

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    Etain screamed after the running bowfuckers with everything left in her lungs. “COWARDS! FUCKING COWAAAAAHRDS!!” She watched them vanish, one swallowed by smoke, the other by trees. Her breath ragged and raw. For a moment, her sword hand twitched, eager to chase. Her blade still slick with...
  8. Etain d'Aramond

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    For a moment, she twisted in the saddle, horrified. Not because of the fire. But because those poor idiots had locked themselves inside it. The granary was aflame. Flames rose high. Screams clawed at the edges of her hearing. Human, panicked, and shrill like dying pigs. A moment’s distraction...
  9. Etain d'Aramond

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    Etain watched the spark-light curl up above them. The warhorse shifted under her, unbothered by the noise or show, trained for worse. Her sword caught the flare and flared back tenfold, burning silver in the glow. The bowman loosed his shot. Etain twisted her shoulder, and the arrow skipped...
  10. Etain d'Aramond

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    The knightess pulled the rains to her horse. The big destrier with the roan coat halted just beyond the first leaning fence. The road here was wrecked, trampled to ruin by too many boots, too many hooves. She smelled churned earth and the sour bite of old smoke. The horse snorting at the stink...
  11. Etain d'Aramond

    Etain d'Aramond

    This spring she defeated the “Ox of Fuxwald” during a tournament. When he found out that he had been defeated by (as he put it) “a skirt”, he broke his shield in half and allegedly struck down his squire. Etain participated in the Siege of Caerlough and is believed by many to have been a key...
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