1. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    'We aren't,' agreed Faramund, hand clamped tight to his side. In truth, he wasn't sure how well Davina's magic would serve him, he who shrugged off spells and cantrips like water off a duck's back. Still. Beat bleeding out. 'Alright, alright! Don't rush me,' he growled, half a hand away from...
  2. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Duly noted,' replied Faramund, lantern light bobbing by his side as the path ahead narrowed. 'If it's motley you require to complete your guise, there's a tailor in Astenvale who I'm told is quite nifty with a needle.' Shrugging, the knight carried on through the trees, his shadow keeping pace...
  3. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Following the path back, Mund kept a steady pace, soft steps going unheard in the dusk. Loose scree tittered behind. A stone danced upon the path, clipping the back of the Sworn's boots. Like a grox trailing a ghost, the Sworn shook his head, taking a look over his shoulder to make sure the...
  4. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Light blossomed at the top of the stairs. A new dawn born before its time, it drove back the shadows that gathered inside the stairwell, so thick as to be blinding. 'Don't call me Syr,' replied the Sworn, his hiding place disappearing in a matter of steps, 'I work for a living.' An old joke...
  5. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Someone... close.' Mulling things over in his mind, Faramund could but nod at Oliver's request, jaw tightening as he fought to swallow the lump in his throat. 'Aye, I think I can manage that.' His gaze held steady as he studied the knight before him. Of all the feelings he had done battle with...
  6. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Ardently. Now, there's a fancy word.' The hopes he would leave to Oliver and the rest. As for his part in the play to come, well, he was as yet undecided. Death had declined his hand twice now. But he would keep reaching - for as long as it took to sway Him. Or until his brethren came up with a...
  7. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Only one way to know for sure,' replied the Dawnling, grim in the face of Oli's continued questioning. 'We all stand to lose, though, in my case, it's not just my life being taken from me.' An explanation was in order, but deciding on the right course to take was proving difficult, as it had...
  8. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Angry? Yes, I suppose you were. And had every right to be, given the circumstances. Ears pricked, Faramund endeavoured to listen a while longer, laugh lines stretching as the tale unfolded. 'Regret and I are old acquaintances. Fear not, syr, for I won't emburden you with mine.' Not if I can help...
  9. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Faramund's gaze did not falter as Oliver spoke. Perhaps, he thought, or perhaps you're underestimating just what one man can achieve, even one so foolish as I. He suppressed the urge to speak up, knowing that the slightest of provocations could start a fire between them bright enough to eclipse...
  10. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Faramund weathered the tirade, stone-faced. Oliver may have been justified in his outburst - certainly, it seemed he had put some thought into the matter. But the armour around the Sworn's soul did not chip or crack, the bark proving more potent than the bite, this time around. The Pursuant's...
  11. Faramund

    Private Burials

    The question hovered in the air between them. 'Your guess is as good as mine,' replied the Sworn. 'I know not the motives of others. Hells. I don't even know my own, half the time.' Spinning webs, forging bonds of brotherhood and friendship, that had been his game. A spy embedded in the enemy's...
  12. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Asked. Begged. Big difference. 'Not the first time, believe you me.' In Crown's Hold, at the onset of his downfall. That was the start of the end for me. The straw that broke the camel's back. He had not been the same since. Sure, he continued to pretend that everything was fine - even through...
  13. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Content? Such a low bar they set for themselves, and yet still they struggled to reach it. 'How things are,' Faramund repeated the words, finding in them some semblance of his lost humour. 'I could ask you the same. How are things between us, Syr?' In the presence of healing, if your presence is...
  14. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    'Soft beds? So much for shared hardships.' The quip came and went, easy as you please. Suppressing a guilty smile, Faramund did nothing to avoid Breklinn's questing hand as it caught him upside the ear. 'Idiot,' she spat. 'When're you gonna learn to keep your big mouth shut, huh?' Fires quelled...
  15. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Nothing worth mentioning.' Faramund had listened to the footsteps grow louder and louder. Caught in a haze of contradictory emotions, he had remained sitting upon the Pursuant's approach. Cast in the warmth of a dying sun, he had foregone his cloak in favour of a quilted gambeson and hose, the...
  16. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Sleep had been an absent friend as of late. Uncaring of his wishes, it sought him out when he least expected it, catching him off guard and unprepared for the nightmares that followed, always. Are they, though? Nightmares? Faramund had reason to doubt. What he believed true could not be trusted...
  17. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    It gladdens me to know you remain your usual, cheerful self, syr, thought Faramund, swallowing down a retort for discretion's sake. Turning instead to the dusker bearing down on him, the dawnling smiled as she gave him a hand up, her expression one of false annoyance. 'Evidently not well enough...
  18. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    A grunt as Mund knocked on wood. 'We're alive, ain't we?' The engine room's door cracked open again, the marines stood guard parting to let the weary weavers through. 'I'm sure there's a seer or two left aboard this tub with the matter to get it moving once more.' From the waterways to the air...
  19. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    Collision put the dawnling on his back with a grunt. Powerless, he found himself unable to stop the slide that followed the Vasdaya's forced landing. Down, she went, then up, as if buoyed by the very waters into which she'd plunged. The three weavers rose with her, each sliding or slipping or...
  20. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    The Vasdaya juddered as Faramund descended, leaving the clean-up to those who knew what they were doing. Deck by deck, he made his way down to the engine room, each breath the airship took sounding less laboured than the one that preceded it. To Faramund's untrained ear, it seemed as if the...
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