1. Faramund

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    Kind. Faramund found that difficult to believe. I killed two men today, he thought, quietly. One of them couldn't have been much older than Osytha. I wonder what his life would have amounted to, had he not encountered me? Perhaps he would have ended his days dancing at the end of a rope, the...
  2. Faramund

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    Sando, Bebin and Rimebol. Three powerhouses, in their own right, though the Eight knew how much of a cunt Syr Rimebol could be given half a chance. As to Kabilar of Svapna, well, his was a name that echoed through the ages. History was chockful of lessons just waiting to be learnt. A pity. Most...
  3. Faramund

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    The Mund's eyes widen at the strange expression. 'Quack, quack,' he replies, his voice a whisper. Placing his sword belt aside, he crumpled backwards, arm tucked to cushion the back of his head as he joins in stargazing. 'She's fine, just a graze,' he says, idly brushing his temple, unsure as to...
  4. Faramund

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    With the field cleared and daylight waning, the decision was made to set camp for the night. Dismounting, the goodfolk fell into the rhythm established over the course of weeks: tents were offloaded and raised whilst the light remained to them; foraging parties went about gathering up kindling...
  5. Faramund

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    'No arguing.' Crisis averted, Faramund slipped from his saddle to join Osytha in the dust as Lesota's outburst comes to an abrupt end, spear snatched and discarded like so much firewood. Glancing around, the dawnling lifted helm and hood, revealing a face plastered in sweat. The injured horse...
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    Contrary to the tales bards tell, of whooshing arrows and archers built like brick shithouses, rarely does one hear the arrow coming until it is too late. The one that kills the Hvithelmer does so with a thwack reminiscent of bone breaking under tremendous force. Faramund knows. It is a sound he...
  7. Faramund

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    'Looked scared shitless,' replied the Mund, 'but otherwise well enough.' The clipped horns were new, the result of getting into bed with bad people. Odd, really. Sverod was a coward, not a fool. Getting roped into shady dealings by shadier folk was just something the Mund couldn't see happening...
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    Four against seven. Ermines, Stripes, and a lone Cockerel out of his depth and floundering. Not bad odds, considering. Faramund had expected more. Don't count your chickens just yet, he warned himself, legs straight, blade bared, thirsting for the bloodletting to come. Tribe fell in line with...
  9. Faramund

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    The month of Hochtar, 351 E.O.D A league from Akkelon, City of Silver What goes around comes around... Something was not quite right with Innkeeper Sverod. Faramund knew it, he just couldn't prove it. It's the eyes, he remembered thinking the moment fate had brought him face-to-face with the...
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    Faramund watched as the space betwixt trunks came alive with movement, shadowed forms darting hither and yon, drawing the eye and generally doing a piss poor job of going unseen. 'Uh huh.' Donning hood and bascinet, the dawnling remained steadfast as hooves thundered up behind them. 'What've...
  11. Faramund

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    'You do that,' the dawnling replied, turning in place. 'Mockin' up a charge with Forbs 's like as not to turn into the real thing,' he continued, gazing down at the dusker, a small grin easing his words along. 'I jest, of course. Forbítter is a lovely horse, very approachable, not like t' bite...
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    'At the very least we'll be able to knock some confidence into them, ensure they don't break and run the second things kick off.' Cavalry loved nothing more than to ride down fleeing peasantry, and a turned back was sure to attract attention, since the bastards had already shown they were...
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    Two or three hours? Great. 'I'll show some optimism for a change, wager four,' said the knight, plucking a dandelion from the wayside and twiddling it twixt thumb and forefinger, just one more for the Road. 'I s'pose we should approach this carefully,' the dawnling nodded, slipping the flower...
  14. Faramund

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    'Anythin' else, Your Highness?' Faramund asked, leading Tribe into the shade of a nearby ash tree, fingers trailing reins whilst his offhand pryed bascinet from bonce. 'A sword that swings itself, perchance?' Quips and quibbles. Jests and japes well-intentioned ribbings. Idle talk to pass the...
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    If luck were on our side, none of us would be here, the dawnling grimaced, unable to bring himself to speak the thoughts plaguing his mind. Sometimes, hope was all one had left to hold onto, and to deprive Osytha of hers seemed wrong. Rude, even. 'Double the watch, aye, and run the lads through...
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    'I'll ask Syr Conroy if I cannae borrow some o' his frilly britches for the occasion,' the Mund replied, dry as the saltpans surrounding Lower Alessia, though not quite so pale. Not even when Osytha's timbre tilted, grew stark, and serious. 'Not one to go cryin' wolf, even when it bares it...
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    'Not much chance o' that, this early in the morn,' the dawnling replied, pressing to his feet alongside Osytha before the copse mistook him for one of its own. 'But then I s'pose discretion is the better part of valour,' he mock grumbled, seeing off the last of his bread afore Nan could take the...
  18. Faramund

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    'I slept.' Faramund answered, eyeing the dusker sidelong as he tore his bread ration in twain, so as to break his fast rather than his teeth. 'No late night visitors, mind, though I did catch a glimpse of somethin' sniffin' 'bout the perimeter, just afore sunup.' An animal of some kind, most...
  19. Faramund

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    Dawn took its time to arrive. Seeing it in, Faramund remained at his post until the sun had fully grasped the horizon, red sky reminiscent of lifeblood, though a damned sight prettier to behold. As always, the hounds were the first to rise, padding about camp like they owned the place. Good...
  20. Faramund

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    'It's a tale alright!' Evelyn replied with a flash of teeth. 'Another time, perhaps. Y'know what they say about lettin' sleepin' dogs lie.' Syr Guffers twitched and turned, burrowing into Faramund's leg with a long, contented sigh. Little fellah was comfortable, no doubt about it. Faramund had...
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