1. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    From the Tavern's door stepped the horned man, and the fire-maned woman. "Well," he grunt, "ain't that just the luck," a wistful grin as he shook his head. The woman, tired eyed, made no motion of agreement or disagreement. Tall and broad as the horned man himself, she seemed his bright shadow...
  2. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    Bebin nod. Too much attention had already- not you two! The knight of Dusk grumbled. His dark eyed gaze shifted toward the small frenetic man. Bebin calculated. "We are but passing through," he said in a tone cold and even. "Pah," the smaller man sounded. Turned his head and spat. "Passing...
  3. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    A breath was pushed out from Bebin's nose, his eyes narrowed to dagger points. Yet he stepped before Selene, his broad shoulder shielding her. No worry for her. Not in true. But worry for the blood that would be spilt. Worry for the attention the unbridled fury would bring upon them. "What's...
  4. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    The sight was strange to behold. A Selene of yesteryear, as she had been when they had first met. Sword in hand, striking down the great fish of the Long Branch. Bebin looked from left to right. His eyes worked across the faces of those that milled around. "Selene," he said in a whisper. "Let...
  5. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    "The memory is too old to trust," he stood, straight and tall as he took Selene's side. "But it showed them upon the western bend, further into the wilderness," his eyes looked toward the stacks of smoke that rose from the township. "It would do us well to confer with the locals," he glanced...
  6. Bebin

    Private The Twin Branch

    A puff of white steam rose from about black whiskers. Pushed out from nostrils flared with focused breath. Eyes shut to the waking world, as limbs folded in on themselves. Hands held to the center line of a broad frame, that kept still as a lake's surface on a windless day. But the currents of...
  7. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Teeth near ripped through rope pulp. Jaw slatherous with a look of madness deep in dark eyes wide with snarled twist of brow. Chest heaving, shoulders rising and falling, as dark curls stuck to sweat wet skin. Sticky with old blood turned to sludge. Tumbles of midnight hair, turned to streaks...
  8. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Lay there in the steam of it. Soaked to the bone of it, and turban off-kilter, Bebin let his mind spin with it. All of it. The mess that had met them amidst the sky. The magitech arm spring-loaded and set to pop. The poison he could feel burn through his blood. Pour out of his sides. A...
  9. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    "Fool arse," Bebin hissed through his teeth. "Do you think them tablets of bitter powder?" he huffed a laugh through the cloud of red that hazed his sight. Shook his head. "No, it's up to them now," Bebin nod to Kerran and Malik, the two wide eyed as their hands held firm the weave of fingers...
  10. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Up and up the ship did sail. Engines full with wicked wail. Whilst three souls cant their hymns to stars, their voices reaching for moons deep scars. Chorus there in all the gloom, those threads of shroud that denied them doom. Into the engines, with practiced rhythms. Fingers and palms...
  11. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Come the blade. Come the cutting. Come the pain of flesh sliced away. Not there where the blade cuts. But where all is still left behind. Jaw clenched so tight it felt as if teeth would burst. Breath. Calm. Simmered there beneath the surface of it all as sweat drenched into cloth of blood...
  12. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Whispers and prayers, cants and incantations down in the engine-room bellow. Voices that carried through the timber of the ship itself. Resonant with the wind, punctuated by the clatter and clang of steel, whilst three souls wove the shroud to slow. The fibers of their beings thrummed, as all...
  13. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Axes hacked at the boarding lines, whilst the Captain turned his fast falling ship hard to port whilst the raiders zipped down their lines. More than a pair of souls flung off the ropes like fleas from a cat come give itself a shake. But more boots still landed. The skymen of the Vasdaya...
  14. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    A silence then. As more of the tale was told. He had seen it then too, in Faramund's eye. The want to kill. To fight. A thing born from terror. "Such are the tools of our Enemy," Bebin said, mournful and knowing. "To strip us of every last bit of reason, and leave us hopeless," he spoke like...
  15. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    He could not see it. In the pit of thought that ebbed between the pair of them. Oliver and Bebin. His own mind, too tired to imagine this new reality. This absence within the Mount. That place he had walked amidst the dying man's dream. From whence Oliver had seen Faramund. After Bebin had sent...
  16. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    No, of course not. It had not been outside the realm of possibility, and yet. A small huff of a cruel humor. No. He could not have pretended to know what to have expected after all of this. Trust. True as it was. If only because so often, it was all there was between them. Trust bent and...
  17. Bebin

    Bebin Theros

    A warrior from a far-away land. He seeks redemption through his newly found purpose.
  18. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    So it was. "Better now that our sworn kin have arrived," he said through gritted teeth. Anger swirled with pain, as salt to brakish water. His mind turned over a lashing for the both of them, having left Castor and himself to whatever wolf fancied a prowl. But now was not the time. "Good Syr...
  19. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "Levity won't ease every problem, Faramund," the Dusker groaned as he turned over in the dirt, his hands clutched around the tattered wraps. But the Dawnling eased Bebin's grip with his ministrations. "Thank you," Bebin managed through his teeth. Tense as each breath came. Dull ache stabbed...
  20. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It was sorry going. Slow and full of agony. But they were too close. Far too close. To the Mount. To the Shaper. To the horrors birthed by those minds bound by the shackles of the Everwatcher. That mind bound to nothing save its own want. So close he could feel them. At the edges of his own...
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