1. Faramund

    Private Hush, O Babe

    The Captain's office. Old haunt. Not a place Faramund felt he had any right being in, and yet here they were. Sipping tea. Listening as Osytha shared her findings with the group. 'You're too harsh on yourself,' the Dawn-Thing replied, kettle to pot, but honest in his spontaneity. 'That's good...
  2. Faramund

    Private Forced Divide

    The big Dawnling went deathly still the moment he saw the knife pressed against Cyd's throat. A mean bit of iron, so sharp it could shave a gnat's arse. Enough to open a second mouth in the pale curl of the sun elf's neck. "Now, no more magic, and no more lies. Stay right where you are, an'...
  3. Faramund

    Private Forced Divide

    Stubborn fucker. If Faramund had wanted to stare into a mirror, he would have. Obstinance did Kilhara no favours. Maybe brandy and a pretty face would serve to loosen him up. And no, I'm not thinking about you, Rimebol, mused the Dawnling, entertaining himself whilst Cyd worked her charms...
  4. Faramund

    Private Forced Divide

    Brown eyes held fast to the honchos butting heads. Despite all the posturing, the dawnling sensed that Kilhara was no stranger to reason, assuming the reasoning came from a friendly face. Cyd had removed herself from the situation already, if her conversation with Sverod was anything to pay...
  5. Faramund

    Private Hush, O Babe

    Soft earth muffled their steps as the troop appeared one by one from the treeline. Betwixt the monastery's outer defenses and the wylds, a large clearing had been made, axe-hewn stumps sprouting like wildflowers from the rain-wet ground. A killing field, with good sight lines, watched by...
  6. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Not these kinds of secrets, thought the dawnling, holding his tongue as the sky lightened, bidding farewell to silver and shadow. Brushing himself down, the knight made to turn, brown eyes flitting to where the troubled sat still, heads bowed, woe writ in the way they watched Lilia toss and...
  7. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Bloody-minded? Faramund smiled his killer's smile, teeth bared, gaze hardening in the time it took him to meet Osytha's. 'Aye,' he agreed, 'I'm nothin' if not stubborn.' Maybe she was right; perhaps he was being obtuse on purpose. But then she didn't know what he knew. A part of him wanted to...
  8. Faramund

    Private Forced Divide

    Catching the elf by the scruff, the dawnling frogmarched the youth to where Lethram had the rest corralled, a sword's point serving to prod the more bovine among them into place. 'Don't try it!' The dusker warned one cruel-eyed thug, sensing his intent. 'Stick me, go on!' The man spat. 'I'll...
  9. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    "Tell me, truly," said Osytha, as if she did not already know the answer. Need I? Colour returned to the world a heartbeat at a time. Sunlight straddled the horizon like a slow bleed, red and purple, black where the land refused to bow. It was a sight Faramund had borne witness to a thousand...
  10. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Dawn arrived in silence, though the world around him spoke still. In whispers and rustles, crackles and coughs. The camp didn't settle down so much as settle in; the children slept fitfully whilst the adults merely pretended to. In between the creaking of weathered sentinels, Faramund could...
  11. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Trading off with Osytha, the dawnling went about putting himself back together, his focus divided between Akke's past and their present. The cut itself is of little consequence; too shallow to require packing, too sure to require a healer's aid. The salve, at least, serves some purpose. In the...
  12. Faramund

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    A chill wind blew as the brethren gathered to bid farewell to two of their own. Cruel, uncaring, it stung the skin about Faramund's eyes, numbing him to the scene unfolding in the Monastery courtyard. Dozens had come together to see Syrs Etivya and Torgan into the next life; Sworn kin...
  13. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Setting Akke down beside the fire, Faramund withdrew to tend his wound as Osytha saw to the girl. The sleeve of his shirt clung stubbornly to his arm as he peeled back the bloodied cloth, and the dawnling winced. 'What... was it?' Akke asked as the knight rifled through his kit for needle...
  14. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    'Yes, it was.' Strigòi mort. Cursed One. The kind of creature parents warned their children of to keep them from straying too far into the Untold. There be monsters here, so behave! Nobody ever imagined there was any truth to the stories passed from one generation to the next; the tales were...
  15. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    The alarm shrilled and the beast struck, quick as lightning. Throwing himself to the side, Faramund felt something sharp snag his sleeve. Pain welled in his arm as the Strigoi bore past, a figment of imagination made real, fur so dark it could have filled the space betwixt stars. Warm blood...
  16. Faramund

    Private Forced Divide

    Too soon, the signal went out, summoning the newbloods into the fray. With no need to pick and choose, Faramund surrendered himself to the churn, blade flicking out to crease a face from earlobe to jawbone. The man gurgled and wheezed, club clacking against the floorboards as he rushed to stem...
  17. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Sithee mern, thought Faramund, gazing into the flames as Osytha went away, off to the Land of Nod. Guffers settled down where the blanket overflowed the dusker's frame. Yawning, the pup laid down his head atop his paws, pitch black eyes holding true to Faramund a moment, as if committing him to...
  18. Faramund

    Private Forced Divide

    Handing his sabre to Lethram, Faramund rushed to assist his Dawn sister as she dragged the unfortunate lump out of sight, hoisting the man up by his arms whilst Cyd handled his legs. Faramund did him the favour of tucking him in. It was cold out, after all, and no one deserved to wake up only to...
  19. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    Her words lulled him into a wishful state of thought. Soft. Melodic, almost. Aye, yesterday was done, and no amount of reflection on his part could undo that which haunted him. And yet emotion had never been a slave to reason. Letting go of the guilt, turning a blind eye to his fears and...
  20. Faramund

    Private Now Hands That Build

    'I trust you, with my life.' Faramund did not draw away or retreat within himself. Bad habits died hard, and yet, despite it all, Osytha was right. He was trying. But my troubles are my own, thought the dawnling, scratching Guffers between his floppy ears, earning a contented grumble, the kind...
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