1. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Bebin grit his teeth as the whole ship shuddered under its own weight. The shift in the hull violent enough to toss him against the wall of the lower deck corridors with a slam. He braced himself, and looked back. Helped Kerran up, and went on. As they grew closer to the engine room. the...
  2. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    "Well," Bebin began with a happy huff of breath. "Then I would be glad to tell it," he nod, and shift his hips and sitting bones beneath him as he straightened himself up. He cleared his throat, and looked to his cousin-niece. Filled his lungs with breath, and felt the cool wind blow across...
  3. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    A smile kept crept across Bebin's lips. There beneath the black curl of his proud whiskers. His head bowed as he listened on to her words. His niece, like so many eager youth, had a penchant for being right. Something he shared with her, but remembered all those hard lessons he had learned in...
  4. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Bebin sat a moment in the cacophony that enveloped them. His eyes came shut, and all the sounds of the Vasdaya, rattling against the forces that be, dimmed distant as he communed with the Loch. His mind was turned to a single drop amidst the tumult and upturn of so many psyche. Was threatened...
  5. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Death's touch had delved too deep. For mortal eyes to see. Spasm and bleed as the Hex-Taker did. The spell worked within the rivers of its motion. Five fingered hand The energies that pumped its magitech heart, pump-a-pump-pump. Hissed. Steamed. Out of its wounds. Through its limbs. Skin...
  6. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    A smile still curled there on Bebin's lips, as he watched her expression shift and change with ripples of emotion. Gusts of feeling, turned placid as thoughts churned beneath the surface. Bebin closed his eyes, and went on with his smile as he listened on. "Yet I have not read these scriptures...
  7. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    The moment that spread between them was full of a silence. A calm that was punctuated by the rustle of wind through the leaves, and the gentle hum of insect wings abuzz as shiny bodies zipped about. Mixed with the smell of flowers. "You may," he said finally. He brought his hand up, and upon...
  8. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    Calm and impassivity were well worn masks over Bebin's features. Worries untold stewed and stirred, too far down beneath the surface of his mind. Known to him, felt by him, and dredged up now, unsettled, by this new element. His kin. His cousin's daughter. A memory from a visit long past...
  9. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    A nod, gentle with purpose as he accepted what she proposed. "It would be most alright," he made known with the low rumble of his voice, the roll of river stones under steady currents. "In the common tongue, I would be more considered your mother's brother," he offered. "And you my niece," a...
  10. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    Try as he might to keep his cool composure, Bebin could not help but feel a sense of pride as he looked upon his niece. Second cousin, in the lands of Altalusia, but far and to the South, amidst the foothills of the Mhearan's tail, such rigid delineations of familial ties were not so...
  11. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    Bebin came to a stop at the clearing A moment of silence to spy the young woman who lounged about the green that wove its way across the ancient grounds of their Monastery. How a face could be so familiar, and yet, new, spun within his thoughts. "Squire," Bebin said, a bit tight lipped from...
  12. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The Hex-Taker dredged out the red chains from the waters of Castor's memory. What words, what voices, what rituals had helped him weave the shroud as such, plucked from him. So the runes across the pewter eye burned with that familiar vaporous red. A crash of shadowed silence, and the...
  13. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    "Unharmed," Bebin said. His dark eyes quick to take in the scene about them. Malik forced a brave looked through the cracks of horror that marked bis expression. "I'm, I am well, Syr Faramund. I even managed to wield the weave against a foe!" He said, eyes too wide, smile too broad. Almost a...
  14. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Rattle and shake, the many-eyed-thing did. Step after taloned step. It measured. Its pewter eyes shift and slid, and turned ever-so-just. As limb after limb, like great and horrible fingers, plucked and pushed, and felt through the air. Grabbed and stroked at the chords of red. Misted Shroud...
  15. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Stride after long stride, the thing with all its knobby limbs, and its malformed wings, broke through the forest. Clawed feet ripped through the earth with talons like steel. Red vapors woven by Castor about an ankle like broken chain. Another plink of blue came shot through the dark of the...
  16. Bebin

    Private The Step Taken

    It was all a dream. His hair short, his beard but scruff. A field of green before him. The mist of the morning that clung and crept across the night cooled needles of the chir pines. Still heavy with beads that shimmered like jewels along their run. Skirted tall sentinels that watched over the...
  17. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The sound of rock sheared from rock. As the woods broke, and the earth did shake. A silver eye gleams through the dark. Singular and large. A dull silver moon, all its own, there betwixt the darkness. There between the black boughs of the old leafless maples and firs. It bleeds the feint and...
  18. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    A laugh, sick with glee. A swipe swipe swipe of long daggers there in the close space between them. Cloth, guard, flesh. Blood spilled across the floor as the whisps of black smoked whipped about the snap of white cloak. "The Babe himself," the agent laughed, a knife spun in his hand. "It is...
  19. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Small fingers gripped tighter around Faramund. Squeezed with an unnatural strength, and burried all the deeper with her unnatural weight. But as whimpers came trickle and drop, she sounded just a girl. That same girl which Faramund had delivered all those moons ago. "No, no," she whispered...
  20. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Breath pumped steady from Bebin's lips. Eyes ever-focused, limbs ever-ready as he felt the thin strings of the shroud weave about him. He watched as the three armed agent circled. Paced. Measured. Slow. No stranger to the clash this one. No words wasted. No movement too greedy. Silver steel...
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