1. Hector

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    "Not if ye keep running your gums, yer not," Edwynna cut, a finger raised for hush. A smirk curled there as the hand fell, and they went on through the mud. Eyes on the clear prints about where she had seen the slinker. To the youths credit, they had both grown quiet. Awkward as their grip on...
  2. Hector

    Open Betwixt the Stacks

    A glance left, a glance right. A long ear bobbed, a shortened ear twitched. No one in sight. No one he could hear. He blinked, felt his cheeks full with blood. Felt his head hot and abuzz. Stomach tight and giddy with the tension of a nervous laugh. Suppressed it to a pleased little smile. It...
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  3. Hector

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    Hector's brow scrunched, his smile lopsided as he plucked a corner of the cloth from Lou's hands, as if he'd snatched a feather. "No, that's alright," he laughed, and slipped the cloth through balled fingers. A little snap of the fabrics came with a flick of the rist, and his eyes looked down to...
  4. Hector

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    Sweat seemed to struggle out of him. Limbs felt dry, flesh heavy with its desiccated weight. No water to help it spring and bounce. Didn't matter how much he had drank since the armor was peeled off. Mouth sticky. Tongue like a brick. Still he growled at the fear that met him. A thing low in...
  5. Hector

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    "Oh, stuff your motherly fury, ma'am," she said through her teeth. "I'm just as tired with all of this as you, but there is too much to do for me to care about the wee one's feelings, just now, so if you would like to make yourself actually useful you could-" Edwynna's mouth hung agape as she...
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    Edwynna gawked at it all. Looked to Hector, who but stood there, like the dumbstruck idiot he was. Looked to the villagers, who still moved with their work. Shook her head. "Fuck this," she muttered, almost in agreement. Laughed, and affixed her bow as she walked over to half-cooked half-elf...
  7. Hector

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    Edwynna looked long and hard at the carnage inside. Clicked her teeth with a shake of her head. Never one to worry to much of what could have been. Her eyes found the gleaming hulk of smoke-stained metal and steam. Felt the weight of her kit all the more for a long moment as the lord sworn...
  8. Hector

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    Edwynna marched on toward the village. Peered back and over her shoulder as she huffed shroud-heated air coming into the village. Could smell the coppery tang of the work woven through the air. Almost electric. She shook her head as her nose scrunched like she had smelled old piss. Stopped in...
  9. Hector

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    Tongue like a brick in his mouth. Skin tight about stiff limbs. The sounds of fire betwixt his ears. Like kindling being eaten away by that mass of wavering heat. No sweat to cool off. No spit to drink down. Red and gold, blue and green there behind his eyes. A wash of cool came over. Mud and...
  10. Hector

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    Edwynna reared back from the heat that swirled and shimmered about her Sworn Kin. Armored hands her shielding her as armonium laden paint cracked and pealed away from the sweltering kiss of shroud-lash. A grunt through grit teeth as she saw the mud about him roil and whisper. Pop and bubble...
  11. Hector

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    Fire in his veins, smoke hot in his throat. Hector saw the line in which the archers had ran. One away, into the cold. One toward. Into the heat. Smoke swirled around him as he slunk and he hid. Fire's whispers and hisses, crackles and spits, all chattered in his ears beneath the shade of his...
  12. Hector

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    A bit of warmth fell from Hector's lips, as he turned away a moment. Pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and offered it up to her. "No, certainly not," he said with a hint of laugh. Pressed the forest green bit of cloth into one of her hands with a careful touch. "but they are slow to trust,"...
  13. Hector

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    Eyes traced by flame's light, Hector could feel the fires spread. Distant as they were across the cold earth. Hungry and ravenous for being fed blood. No cold would stop them. No ice, nor melt. A hammer whirred by, a miss caused by misstep. Hector held stance. Jammed boot there at the man's...
  14. Hector

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    A break of branch and twig. Leaves rustle and fall as one knight of Anatheaum broke through what cover hid him. Willosteel blade ripped free from scabbard. Breath hot in helmet, mixed with the rush of cold air sucked in. Armored legs pumped across uneven earth. Bladed hand still held its...
  15. Hector

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    The stink of armonium laden paint stung the nose. Buzzed buzzed between the ears, so thick it was behind the grimace of Hector's bevor. But that was the price one paid for steel that drank in the dying light of day. Amor that looked more shadow than flame forged plate. No shine to be seen...
  16. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    "I have no doubt," he voiced. Tore off new pieces for himself, popped them into his mouth as he listened, glad for the fatty cheese, tangy and soft. The chew of bread. Simple joys that all seemed the more to matter with all that went on around them. All that waited for them in the woods and...
  17. Hector

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    "Huh," Hector cocked his brow and thumbed his chin. "Well, when a critter is nesting," he started, and squat down to get a better look at Thomas and Duchess. The light strain from his day's trainings, ached in a familiar way that saw him shift his feet to find a little more ease and comfort...
  18. Hector

    Open Fresh Fish, Rumbling Purr, Soft Feathers

    "Alouette?" Hector asked as he rounded the corner. He stretched out his neck, and tilted his head some to get a peek at what might be under the waste bins. "Did you lose something down there?" he asked, voice a mix of curiosity and concern.
  19. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Grim was the feeling, and cold was the air. And try as he might, Hector could not shake those thoughts born from parchment and writings. How the reports sounded so much like the scripture of old histories he had read and learned from. Old legends passed down in ritual and given voice round...
  20. Hector

    Hector Rookheart

    A young soul, raised by the order. Stout of body and heart, he is an apprentice smith, as well as a Sworn Knight. While he can be a bit timid at times, he is steadfast and dependable.
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