1. Castor

    Private The Boar King

    "You wouldn't be the first to tell me I'm not as dashing come morning light," stated the knight with a chuckle, barely suppressing a wince. An uneasiness squirmed inside which was not simply brushed away by the humor. The concern in Venla's eyes invoked an entirely different manner of guilt from...
  2. Castor

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    The sound of approaching hooves pulled him away from the muted chatter within the hut. A shame too cause he'd heard something about tits, dicks, and fangs. He might've paid good coin to see the other Sworns' faces. His Hand drifted casually to hilt but relaxed almost immediately. Castor glanced...
  3. Castor

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "Guess we are," replied Castor with a shrug. He sensed the other sworn wished to carry on as well, arguing at this point didn't make much sense. Best to get on with it and if they were lucky, catch up to that reckless bard. They rode in silence, Castor attempting to prevent his mind from...
  4. Castor

    Private The Boar King

    "Fucking hells," the knight groaned, the light knock coming as a clarion call. Immediate regret took hold as Castor decided to sit up, pain lancing up his side bringing watered eyes. Slow, deliberate movements allowed him to eventually swing his feet around and off the side of the bed. There he...
  5. Castor

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Familiarity slapped Castor 'cross the face like a jilted lover upon entering the inn. Somehow it hadn't occurred to him that he'd been in this very town so long ago. He reckoned it was probably cause he was bleeding like a stuck pig the last time 'round. There was also the drink, if it could've...
  6. Castor

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "You'll encounter a few more before all's said and done," seasoned Dusk warned young Dawn. "Least this time we're the one's doing the tracking and not the other way 'round." In Castor's experience these 'myths' ended up being monsters, the type to send you to the next life with nothing but...
  7. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "Better blinded than blinded drunk-no, that's not what I-" the knight held palm to face. "See? this is why the whole knightery business feels lost on me." The two continued in silence for a moment. "What I was trying to say was that you've got steady bearings. Better than I'd ever had." Order...
  8. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Only get stubborn when I've been bled like a stuck pig." Which was happening a little too often for his liking. He immediately regret his jest upon hearing her concern to Isander's words . "You're right of course. We don't mean anything by it most times. Can call it a knight's armor, has a way...
  9. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "You're not wrong," agreed the knight. Venla's concern wasn't lost on him, nor was it unwelcome. "Unfortunately I know myself better than most. Mind's not for laying down just yet." Castor couldn't say what horrors would ensnare him once lids were shut. Better let drink and exhaustion guide him...
  10. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Make no mistake, I'm the one bleeding here. Just not as bad as before." He could only grimace as his somewhat hard-earned coin was absconded. Castor was starting to think the drink was making him lose his touch. Never thought of himself as an easy mark, usually it was the opposite. Had he...
  11. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "A fortnight's bilgewater brewed with a daub of rum will give anyone perspective," explained the knight with a wanton swig. It was no secret Castor spent his early years among sailors. Their ingenuity was reserved solely for knots, curses, and bootleg liquors. Lot to learn and and most to...
  12. Castor

    Private Lost and Found

    CASTOR The knight hesitated a step at the other's question, and then continued on as normal. Only the sounds of the forest could be heard between the two until finally Castor spoke. "Aye, it can be a mercy but not one easily borne. Doubt will ever gnaw even if the desire was expressed." His...
  13. Castor

    Private Lost and Found

    CASTOR Castor looked across the fire and saw exhaustion writ into his companion's visage. He imagined she saw something very similar. There was a weariness in his limbs borne of frustration. Yes, the pair had trekked many spans over the last seven days but the mental toll could not be...
  14. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Continued focus on the tale of Big Jon helped ever so slightly to keep his mind off the pain. The knight thought it was going to be a story about an overgrown village lad but that wasn't on the mark. Rather, it sounded a good bit more troubling than that. One thing at a time. Castor still had a...
  15. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "Well, I suppose a bit of wishful thinking wouldn't go awry." Castor would take anything he could get at this point. Even if they had steel aplenty, which they didn't, a resolute hand was needed to wield. Now that was even in shorter supply. Castor being counted among such rarities was surely a...
  16. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Ghanga's gash, swore the knight silently as needle dug into flesh. Seems even the strongest drink wasn't enough to numb him from this particular brand of pain. Castor did his best not to squirm, knowing any movement would make things far worse. True to her word, Venla was a capable stitchhand...
  17. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Be a charity if I died from drink at this rate," he chuckled cynically. Laughter brought pain yet it wasn't entirely unwelcome. Helped him focus on things other than the dire. "Does sound like it made for good company." Castor couldn't say the same. He braced himself as the barmaid prepared...
  18. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The Elf looked to the free appendage which Oliver held, consideration shadowed by his veil. He briefly considered the use of a preservation cant but quickly recognized the futility. Flesh rotted beyond the point of even Sitha's renewing grace. What would eventually be done with it was not his...
  19. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    Castor blinked, somewhat nonplussed at the tavern maid's reaction. Had he offended her? He was in too much damn pain to care in any case. Not long after the other knight's meal arrived. The Sworn knew that while he could also probably use a bit of bread, he'd not be keeping anything down other...
  20. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Not the first time," he replied with a tired grin. Certainly wouldn't be the last either. Came part and parcel with the whole knight business. Admittedly he'd like to bleed less when it came down to it. These days death seemed to be lurking around every damned corner. Not just for him, but for...
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