1. Hector

    Private The only brew for the brave and true

    Hector sat within the Thiel home. At their table. Given drink and food that steamed with all its warmth and promise. Shown hospitality. Kindness. As they did for Willard. Had done so prior. And Hector's sworn brother, Willard, had ridden in with Venla Thiel, all those months ago. Daughter to...
  2. Hector

    Private The only brew for the brave and true

    Hector couldn't help but smile at the guffaw that had bellowed out of the big man's big chest. The whole sound of it filled the room. Mistress Thiel, Saara, didn't seem none too bothered by the formal address. Even so, Hector's face ran warm. Mayhaps in part due to the warmth that swirled...
  3. Hector

    Private The only brew for the brave and true

    Hector bowed his head to the man, fingers tugging at the wide brim of his brown leather cap. "Evening to you as well, ser," Didn't sound so easy as when Syr Sando drawled it out. Then, the scruffy old Syr had a way about his dealings. "From Astenvale..." A twitch of the ear at the surprise...
  4. Hector

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Hector mulled over the prospect of what awaited them. Willard needed deliver a letter, whilst the rest of the party moved onward, unto the Lady Lark of the Lanes'. Hector only hoped that shew as well when they met her, and not a pruned corpse fetid with bloat. "You know what you are going...
  5. Hector

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Hector blinked. Letting all that had just been put to the wind catch about his ears and sink in. "Well, how generous of her," he said with a hint of play on his tongue. "To leave so catchy a tune to spur us on toward the mouth of these perils." Hector but put heel to horse, and turned his roan...
  6. Hector

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Rigid fingers folded over the fine vellum. Wound it tight about the bones with twists of wrist until it squeezed shut. The warm sweet scent that had wafted up from the letter, still tingling about each of his breaths. "Why does this feel like such a trap?" Hector said with a half laugh...
  7. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Landed the hit. Parted the way with a back step. Sword's point low and long behind him in the tailed stance. "Pray tell, Is something the bother Syr?" no heat to it. A firm concern, measured with respect. Bounce to his knees. He wondered in earnest, why the sky knight seemed more stone, than...
  8. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Come the clean swipe, the distance put there betwixt their swords' reach, push step back, sword couched at shoulder with blade high in the roof's angled guard. Faster. Harder. But his feder's reach would be shorter. His feet however, they stepped over stepped about the linear diver. Smile on...
  9. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Lines felt through the toes, as they planted across the dust of the training yard. Thrust one. Thrust two. Air. Metal. Probes and tests. On third, the edges held. The line diverted from the push of strong against weak. Initiative. With a willingness to bend. Like water turned roots pass the...
  10. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    A twist of wrist a turn of blade, a step to on the follow up strike. A thwack on across the chest, from collar down to third rib. Hector smiled. Stepped back. Set again. "Well, then, lets go again?" he said easy.
  11. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Hector's ears twitched to the sound of Syr Montbank's worries. "Well, there's not much to it than to do it, I reckon, Syr," salute offered and salute returned. Feder sword taken in both hands, and raised to a high pointed guard, shoulders bladed, knees bent easy. He would not wait. Once the...
  12. Hector

    Open A Festival of Lights

    Hector looked at the knight in red. His own cup full and warmed with hot apple drink, spiced with cinnamon and ginger, splashed with a touch of Arshakan rum. "Say what?" he managed to say through the warm bloom of blush that spread across his face. Needle in one hand, steaming swirl of drink...
  13. Hector

    Kindling

    "Well, that has a nice smooth action, doesn't it?" Hector smiled down at the little wooden figure in his hands. Proud of how well the coiled spring at its carved out ball core stretched and bent and held together. "A real dancer," "Dancer?!" Squire Giffon protested. "Here I was, tryin t' make...
  14. Hector

    Open None to point

    It was all jostle and bump. Rattle and roll. The sounds of Edwynna hurrying to pack the mule she had gone and acquired. Fuck Sumu. Fuck the villagers, and fuck anyone who would protest. She was getting as far fucking away from here as possible. As soon as possible. Pulled the ties down on the...
  15. Hector

    Open None to point

    Wiped the rotten shit out of his eyes. Blinked back tears as the muck stung. Hacked a cough from all the gunk that had gone down his throat. Trudged. Felt Josaphine spur forward even as his bones sank more and more into the mire. Finally. Something like relief. Something like- Crack! Iron...
  16. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Hector caught the look given by Syr Montbank from across the way. All bird grounded by the rain. He smiled bright, blunted sword hooked under arm, he sauntered on over to the Sky Knight. "Fancy a spar?" he asked, easy as. Bit of the day's grime still clung to him. "Could use another go...
  17. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    A nod. "Careful as a hand, and dangerous as a blade," If he was nervous, he had learned to hid it well enough. Some part of him having seen what plain doubt can do to those around you. What simple confidence might inspire. How much that all mattered, when nothing mattered at all. So, Hector...
  18. Hector

    Open None to point

    Legs felt weak. Arms felt weaker. Eyes strained to stay open. Even with all the thunder and bound that raced beneath them. He held on. Through the jostle and bump. Hands tight about her. Tried not to bite off his own tongue. "I'm open to hearing other ideas!" he shout over the churn of hooves...
  19. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    A shove at the younger man's side. Nothing hard. "Count myself lucky that it wasn't a Fiend that had taken it," arrowshafts instead. Nothing vital. Just an ear. Could still remember the look that had iced over Syr Faramund's face when he had first seen it. Old Mund tried his best to tend to...
  20. Hector

    Open None to point

    Felt it through the bones of his feet before he could hear it proper in his skull. Through the crackle of pyre flame, and the roil of smoke. The thunder of steel shod hooves ripping through the earth. His forearm raised as meager shield against the acrid burn of billowing black that torched...
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