1. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Duscan… That name actually sounded familiar. Fray was, as usual, a tourist in this town, planning only to linger until she made some coin and trouble dragged her elsewhere. But she had stayed longer than she’d intended in her efforts to find a reliable weaver. And, loathe as she was to admit...
  2. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    It did sound about right, because he looked absolutely fucking terrible. Fray wanted to laugh along. She wanted to hoot, to holler, to jump for joy at their second round of impossible victory. But so long as she was staring down at One-Eye, she couldn’t. The man wasn’t exactly beauty contest...
  3. Fray

    Private Roots

    Even in the haze of fading nausea, she saw it. That brief glance Cinnamon flicked in Lady Second’s direction. There was a nervous energy to her movements, manifesting not in restlessness, but in composure. A wary stillness meant to conceal…what exactly? Whatever the reason, she seemed to draw...
  4. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    Fray watched Mak struggling to focus his eyes and thought to herself that they might well and truly be doomed. A drunk dreamer and murderer for hire trying to solve…a double murder. In the dark. On open seas. In under three hours. Was that the set up or the punchline of a terrible joke? And...
  5. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    It took colossal effort, plowing through the viscous, squelchy army of Blight. Downright idiotic, really. But Fray saw the red light at the end of the tunnel and, with the rapier thrumming angrily in her hand, chose to become the battering ram they needed. As she fought for space in front...
  6. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    At his agreement, Fray rose and began methodically snuffing all the candles and lanterns. Silver wisps of smoke curled up each time, leaving a faint smell of burning in her wake. Task finished, Fray returned to the pile of corpses and crouched down beside Mak. She was tempted to tell him to...
  7. Fray

    Private Roots

    Fray could see that they had startled the attendant and felt a momentary twinge of regret. But the young woman recovered quickly enough, then proceeded to display a surprising level of chattiness. Cinnamon. What a quaint name. Fray was pretty sure she had met at least one pleasure worker with...
  8. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Brother? That was tempting, having someone lead her straight to the weaver woman. But Fray was already wary of being scammed. She was decidedly sick of dealing with back stabbing weasels disguised as dirty street urchins. “Where ever he is,” Fray seethed, “I will find him, and I will wring his...
  9. Fray

    Open Twice a Sinner, Half a Saint

    Fray merrily mashed away at the food as the old man chattered on and the rest of the folk around her rearranged themselves. Sol. An odd name for an odd duck. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being lumped together as a team, but at the very least, the merc did not mind working with One-Eye...
  10. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    Fray stopped searching to watch Mak inspect the bones. Evidently, they were just harmless trinkets and not the freshly harvested trophies of victims. That was a little disappointing. A killer hiding amongst the crew made more sense than…whatever had happened here. The whole thing carried a...
  11. Fray

    Open Big Tent of Horrors: Karn Evahl

    THE CURIOSITIES As soon as Fray stepped in, a warm blanket of calm wrapped around her. She felt…at peace, a little sleepy, even. A part of her wondered thickly if it was because of the smoke. A drug of some kind, maybe. But she was too complacent to care. For the first time since the beginning...
  12. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    Fray was already drawing Fang from its sheath when Mak braced a hand against the door. As soon as he shoved it open, the metallic scent of blood hit her nose, and her eyes widened as they took in the gory scene. There was blood everywhere. One the floorboards, on the corpses, and even some...
  13. Fray

    Private Roots

    Her face screwed up upon hearing Lady Second repeat those words. It took a second for her to realize that the creature was trying them on, like a pair of ill fitting pants, and the effort alone was…kind of actually funny. Strange, to find humor after the arrival of such grim news. The lady’s...
  14. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Fray had been trapped out at sea in a storm, once. An abysmal experience, being locked in a cabin and tied down to whatever she could manage to feel out in the sloshing darkness. Never in her life had she felt so small, so helpless. No light, no relief, only the violence of wind and rain doing...
  15. Fray

    Dare Don't Mourn the Grey

    Fray was still coughing and spitting out sand when someone spoke. It took her a good few seconds to be able to open her eyes and get a proper look, and when she did, she was hit with a flood of dismay. It was an absolute waif of a thing, all pale and gimlet eyed. Fray did not like what this...
  16. Fray

    Private Dreaming of an Absent Word

    Gods, he was getting red. Fray struggled not to devolve into fits of laughter, choosing instead to focus on chewing rather than choking on her dinner. He really seemed to hate that memory. All the more reason to bring it up every chance she got. The sailors groaned again as Mak eventually fled...
  17. Fray

    Open Big Tent of Horrors: Karn Evahl

    THE CURIOSITIES It took every ounce of willpower in Fray not to flinch when a scream tore through the stuffy silence. It came from outside the tent, followed by rigorous stomping that seemed to shake the very ground beneath. Whatever it was sounded positively nasty. Of course, the Deva's first...
  18. Fray

    Private Roots

    A half grin tugged at the corner of Fray’s mouth, on the side that Lady Second could not see. A direct order. It wasn’t like Fray to be obedient to any reliable degree, but the thought of ratting out the likes of Stella Altaire sent glee shooting all the way down into her toes. She would oblige...
  19. Fray

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    “Oh thank f–eugh…AAGHH!” Fray had risen to a half crouch as Garrod skewered the man’s Blighted head. Her relief over his ever-present efficiency, however, was short lived, morphing first into mild disgust when he sawed off the head completely, and then into open horror as black tongues shot out...
  20. Fray

    Private Lead to Gold

    The grip of panic tightened until Fray struggled for air in a way that had nothing to do with cave dust. She wanted to rip the flimsy cloth off her face, to rush headlong down the tunnels and threaten the first guard she laid eyes on. It felt like the walls around her were closing in. Until now...
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