1. Lucero

    Open Truth Be Told

    After finishing Syr Silas's bowl of soup - it wasn't as delicious, he had taken out most of the chicken - Lucero was starting to feel pretty good. A big, wide smile was plastered on her face. She still wished she had some bread to go with it. Would Syr Silas call her a glutton again if she...
  2. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    Syr Horoth's armor was heavy, it clinked and clanked with his movements. His weight could be felt, each step a small quake that Lucero could feel beneath her boots. Her spine tingled with a chill that started from her neck and ended at her spine. He shouted and a struggle ensued. Lucero turned...
  3. Lucero

    Open Truth Be Told

    Two hands were firmly on the wooden bowl, lifting it up higher and higher. Gulping every mouthful, ignoring the spoon given to her, Lucero forgot about breathing. It was a seasonal soup chicken soup, comforting in how there was a rich layer of familiarity and yet refreshing in the use of herbs...
  4. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    "Sweet basil,"Lucero sucked in a quick breath. By the Mother, Syr Horoth could be quite loud! He startled her more than the creature, but of course she couldn't see the vulture head that stared back at her. It would have unnerved her if she could, the unblinking eyes studying her. The growling...
  5. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    The blind knight tapped on Syr Horoth's hand when the path veered off hard to the left. Horoth's words left Lucero with a melancholy frown, but she was happy to push away the ferns, pausing in her lead to look towards a clump of mushrooms that radiated in her peripheral. When she had lost her...
  6. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    When Lucero glanced towards Syr Horoth she peeked at his soul. Not on purpose, but her use of the shroud was still strong, it thrummed through her veins in uneven waves, tingled at the end of her finger tips, made her stomach feel a bit queasy. So when she glanced over because it was still a...
  7. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    The knight kneeled down, feeling the buzz of the shroud over a splotch of dried blood. Harpy blood smelled like animal blood, gamey and less metallic. With her sight, she began parsing through the information given to her. There had been a lot of blood, not a little, the wound was deep, not...
  8. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    A gloved finger was placed on her lips in thought. She listened to Syr Horoth climb up the tree, his explanation of the symbols. She was lucky enough that she could pretend what they might look like. A man, a harpy - could this have been the village elder, the one so close to Shoyna? Her brows...
  9. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    Inside the dark wood there was a bounty of silence which the knights disturbed by entering in with their sense of duty. The forest was old, and everything inside it's cold shade were unmoved by modernarity. There was nothing broken, nothing needed to be fixed, the cycle would go on and on...
  10. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    With a easy fluid motion like a wave her opposite arm swung to gesture to Syr Horoth as the other fell to her side. Lucero's smile grew just a bit wider, the glimmer in her eyes brighter, silver sparkles twinkling beneath the misty film like the stars behind the shroud ring. She appreciated Syr...
  11. Lucero

    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    [art] The Village of Kostroma is requesting aid from the Knights of Anatheum to heal the friendly Harpy named Shoyna and return it back to its home nest in Kostroma. "We were hoping that they would send Syr Margot Triss. We've heard there's nothing that she can't heal." The village elder said...
  12. Lucero

    Open Truth Be Told

    Tulip Tree Tavern was in between a valley and a mountain, situated just right near a river that thinned out enough so they never had to worry about a rainy season giving them trouble. The family had owned it for generations, passing it on and on, celebrating birthdays and weddings. Plenty of...
  13. Lucero

    Lucero

    "You'll do this for your father, won't you?" What was she supposed to say? He looked at her with a face that she recognized and didn't all at once. He was her father and Lucero trusted him because of it. She also trusted him because she knew of no one smarter than him. And though even at twelve...
  14. Lucero

    Open Devils Hide Behind Redemption

    Her vision was blurry as his fingers tightened around her throat. He was screaming at her, she could feel the hot spittle fly from his dry cracked lips onto her face. She dug her fingernails into his thick wrists, trying to kick him up and over her with her bent knees, but he was so heavy and...
  15. Lucero

    Xariah the Usurper

    Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in farewell? Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains, Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell, How the hot blood rushed wildly...
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