1. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "Fuck." was all Castor could manage once he realized the Pursuant wasn't joking. Even still he tried to get a closer look, as if challenging reality's cruel jape. Immediate and excruciating pain slammed the door shut on that idea. The Sworn knew that what came next for Syr Theros was going to be...
  2. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Sounds like just the thing then," replied the knight with a pained smile. Losing his senses right about now didn't sound like half-bad idea. Despite the warning, Castor took a rather unhealthy swig of the draught. Fire cascaded from throat to gullet as the man reeled. He did his best to...
  3. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Relief relieved tension with the appearance of the other knights. He could feel himself slipping from reality and into the kingdom of mud. Castor desperately willed lucidity lest his unconsciousness become a matter of the mundane. "I'd not thought you so weak Syr," intoned Elven knight as he...
  4. Castor

    Open The Inn at the Crossroads

    "Where in the forgotten hells am I?" asked the knight to no one but himself. That's because there was not a single damned soul around. He'd finally managed to stumble upon a road yet he was beginning to think it led to nowhere. Castor imagined that he'd run into some traveler by now who knew...
  5. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Only when they stopped did Castor truly realize the severity of the group's state. Oliver was in the best nick out of them but the Sworn could tell that last bout with the Hextaker had been costly. Then the man had to haul the Dusker's broken shell of a body through this bloody forest. Castor...
  6. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The voice of Loch's Pursuant sounded pained but steady. Castor realized he hadn't given much thought to the other man's injuries. Passing out from blood loss didn't leave much time for commiseration. He imagined the whole not trying to be torn apart by a giant fucking monstrosity also played a...
  7. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "I am no child." No, apparently not. None of them were likely to remain unchanged after seeing the other side of the Mount. Just now, Oliver seemed ready to change the shape of Faramund's skull. Fortunately it didn't come to that as they had bigger problems per Mina's warnings. Castor drifted...
  8. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "That's true enough. Their zealotry takes many forms. Most of the rank-and-file seemed gripped by a singular purpose, madness really. Taking an arm won't be enough," explained the dusker, recounting his own experiences against them. They attacked in seemingly endless waves and water didn't care...
  9. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Castor didn't go anywhere and yet found himself entirely somewhere else. He was walk-no trudging endlessly without purpose. Each step mired in the muck of some unknown burden. The rattle of chains turned his attention backwards to the simple wagon which was seemingly affixed to his very soul...
  10. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "Not sure my shoulder's the worry," grated the knight, glancing down to his abdomen. There was Castor's grimoire seemingly pinioned to his own body by a metallic shard. He'd brought the tome up just in time and it had blunted much of the projectile's deadly force. Hadn't stopped the damn thing...
  11. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Castor watched the brutal duel between man and monster as his mind slowly reeled back to reality. He knew he couldn't sit here uselessly but there was no strength in his legs. Exhaustion had finally caught up, or the Hex-taker's gaze had sapped him. Didn't much matter when his brother was...
  12. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "That'd be putting it nicely," chuckled the knight. "More me holding on for dear life. Had me praying to gods I didn't believe in." The other sworn's expression had him doubting she'd heed the cautionary tale. "Well, maybe you'll take to it better than I did." Castor was usually good to try...
  13. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Bloodied and bruised, but just another day. Or so the knight tried to convince himself. Probably a wasted effort considering he stood not five meters from a horror not seen even in his worst nightmares. He struggled with sure grip, hands shaking with either fear or exhaustion, he wasn't sure...
  14. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "Think you've found the wrong profession if you're looking for a good night's sleep," chuckled the sworn. "But aye, I get what you mean. Some of the things we see, well, they're not easily ignored. But we can't always do something about it." A shitty truth, one which any knight worth their salt...
  15. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Castor was struck by an eerie calmness as he continued his pursuit. His senses seemed to have fled him entirely. He couldn't heard the blood pumping in his ears nor the sound of his own ragged breaths. The scraping branches nothing more than a dull caress. A luxury which he currently had no...
  16. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It crashed before him like the Mother shards of old but what emerged was far from wondrous. "What in the unholy fuck-" words failed as the monstrosity strung a shrouded tune. He could feel what little will remained being puppet from his very soul. A flash of familiar blue and the grip...
  17. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "No, I think I'd rather keep to a normal bout. Gods know there are enough people in distress, damsels or otherwise," replied the knight with a half-grin. He wasn't entirely sure that the other sworn was jesting. It could however make for interesting training among the squires. A suggestion to...
  18. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "Well no that wasn't exactly what I was-" began the knight before leaving it at that. He was field-sworn, not raised in the bosom of the Monastery. Most had been here longer than him. The vow was important to Castor but he wasn't a saint. He'd spent too much time simply trying to survive to...
  19. Castor

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The knight gathered desperate momentum with each subsequent step, every footfall seeking to rob him of precarious balance. Jagged rock clawed his heels as sturdy branch raked his face. New wounds opened before others had time to heal. Ever the burden of a knight. A truth all too real. He could...
  20. Castor

    Private Rest and Recharge

    "I suppose a bit of fresh air wouldn't hurt," mused the knight, though his head was telling him otherwise. Any bit of distraction was welcome at this point. He took a glance towards his fellow sworn. Blessed by the Eldyr though they were, a broken rib was a broken rib. Doesn't matter whether it...
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