1. Osytha

    Open Emergency Ordinance

    Osytha has committed to hacking a path towards that wraith-white schwertkämpferin; a path forged twice as fast for being carved out at both ends. Every now and then she catches a glimpse of the other woman’s technique, before, with difficulty, she forces her eyes back upon her own task. She’s...
  2. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Momo speaks, and the simple pasture surrounding them changes before her eyes. His words stroke their paintbrush over it, sharing a different world with Osytha. It’s in more than just the surface description of things; he speaks of the Raakgui with care, affection, even sorrow; and all those...
  3. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    That… force, that spider’s web which Osytha had felt suspend her mind in its structure, and connected her by thrumming lines of thought… … collapses. Its fall is mirrored in the drop of Krava’quiloor’s frail-looking arm. And Osytha stands there in the wake of it, her swordswoman’s poise...
  4. Osytha

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    “Right. And we’re here.” Caravan master Lydik hops off the front wagon and walks his way down along the train, his big gnarled hands smacking at their wooden flanks. “All you hangers-on can fuck off now. Shake a leg!” People don’t seem to need much encouraging. Most of those already familiar...
  5. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    It’s unimaginably cold. Osytha thought she knew what ‘cold’ felt like. But for every slush-steeped mire she’s waded through, every biting gale and breath of snap-frost morning air, those were all just… sensations. Status reports from the picquets of her nerve endings, of frigid assaults...
  6. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    Those careful hands, dipping into the brook. Momo… watches? Listens? Feels, perhaps, with his two fingers touched to flowering water, connected to more than Osytha herself can sense. They’re happy. The little spirits. She crouches down on the far bank. Looks to his face, then lower to his...
  7. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “Wh— hold on, what—?” Like when her horse is galloping so smooth, so unhindered under her, it feels like they’re flying. Riding something greater and stronger than herself alone, but fitting perfectly into place, into rhythm, that she doesn’t think about falling beneath those crushing hooves...
  8. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    The badger proves aptly-named; in her markings, in her size, and notably, in her sturdiness. Her grip is relentless — for Cuttle’s own good, you know? — which unfortunately for him, just means he gets to share in Osytha’s every wind-buffeted, drunken, blind mis-step along these gloom-wrought...
  9. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    Osytha observes (with no small amount of awe) that cup gesture out for its fourth refill. The old girl can really pack it away, she marvels, as a fresh flood of spiced, sweet red teems into Salazin’s goblet. Not even the wine has been spared from the pervasive touch of cinnamon, nutmeg, and...
  10. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “On Elvish Longing: Narratives of the Miniature, the Gigantic, the Sylvan, the Collection, and all the Bonds In Between a Very Long Life.” “Is that reight? Then I shall add it to my readin’ list,” states Osytha. “Ta muchly, syr.” And why not? It sounds a little outside her usual wheelhouse...
  11. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    The taistrel can’t see any better in the dark than Osytha, but even if the flash of pain in his wrist and the telling numbness beyond it isn’t enough to clue him in, seeing that vague, knuckled lump and glimmer of knife’s-edge down on the ground sure does the trick. He steps back in surprise —...
  12. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    Frankie’s bar hasn’t even stopped spinning around the dizzy knight when a familiar, lilac hand hauls her upward and sets it all a-tumbling once more. Osytha would have likely just whirling dervished her way back onto her arse, but a firm arm keeps her on her feet and also, tucked up against...
  13. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “Thank you. I can make the pyrres. And carry heavy things."” “That’s—” … enough to make Osytha pause. Every weary bone in her battered body is begging her to take Lock up on his offer. It’s a big job she’s got ahead of her over the next couple days; which is exactly why she can’t accept. “Thank...
  14. Osytha

    Open Welcome to Barrow Falls

    “We won’t have time to break away, even if one of us stays. There’s too many.” “That’s—” good measure between Osytha and a scurrying figure coming at the Pursuant’s flank; so the Sworn closes it with a mighty, winding lunge to deliver a zwerchau. Her blade cleaves through most of its neck...
  15. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “Who was it?” Those dull, slate-blue eyes slowly open up again. Osytha stares forward at her mug. A finger runs jerkily down its side, then up again. Down, up, down, up… wait, what was she doing again? Oh, yeah. Down. “I don’ even know,” Osytha mumbles, and frowns. “How awful’szat? Like, I...
  16. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    Only once? Lost souls? Empty what now? Osytha stares at Sabinian, flummoxed back into wearing that same neutral expression which had saved her from a couple of faux pas just this morning. In truth, she’s not really sure how to react. “I…” hmm. “… ’aven’t ’eard that ’un afore,” she concludes...
  17. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    “H-Hey—!” For the briefest moment, hauled up by Rois’ claws — images of a stained butcher’s block, of heavy iron hooks and tantalising cubes bobbing in a simmering pot, all flash before Osytha’s eyes. Just a heart-clenching moment, and then that pressure goes as quickly as it came, leaving the...
  18. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    Oh, wonderful. Syr Osytha’s heart sinks when she sees the mass of bodies up ahead. Because that’s exactly what we need right now — a mob. Perfect. To think I was worried the fighting had actually finished… Forbítter slows in his approach toward the gates. It’s a small village, and the defences...
  19. Osytha

    Private Home Away From Home

    “This feels like listening to the world instead of forcing it to answer. “… It demands patience. Attention. You can't rush it, and you can’t bully it into agreement. You simply... learn to notice what was already there.” A bassy sort of wooden note hums forth as the instrument passes back...
  20. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    A part of her knows his plan as soon the fork come out. Perhaps a part of her knew even as far back as when the word ‘cannibal’ left his lips out there on the road, that this moment was inevitable. It doesn’t stop the rest of her praying that she’s mistaken, but she’s been through enough to...
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