1. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    He’ll manage. They’d all have to manage, that was for sure. “ Swordpoint grazed the shoulder, but I’ll be fine. “ He assured, trying where the bastard had managed to slip it, with so much mounted force. Died down to a dull ache. “ Like you said, we’ll get by as long as we have to. “ “ Then lay...
  2. Oliver

    Private Burials

    He eyed the woods, all golden treetops and blue darkness betwixt the trunks where the warm sunset couldn’t reach. The monastery at his back, small stone posts marking the well-beaten path home every few furlongs. Out here they were, two Dawn. Recovery was a strange thing. They’d all ached...
  3. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    They both roused to attention at the call, stopping in tune. Breklinn’s eye sought the dark, then the pursuant who pointed out the arm that’d stuck out. His expression was hardly pleased and not near as rife with relief as hers, mainly for the content of the words. “ I can’t tell if you’re...
  4. Oliver

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Shit— He did get the lad’s name wrong again, didn’t he. “ Willard. “ Oliver repeated dutifully, as if that might help commit it to memory. The mind that’d stretched much too thin, transparent as the thinnest gauze, splintered parts drifting apart. Shame colouring his face that scrunched up...
  5. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Do you, really, hate being that guy, Faramund? He glared sidelong at whom, yet again, failed to shut his damn mouth, come arriving back from the woods like any which geist. There was no time for anything else, which was probably for the best. While Syr Faramund was at Syr Theros’ immediate...
  6. Oliver

    Bits & Pieces

    JUMALAN VIHAN RUOSKA A GENEROUS TWO DECADES AGO The rye in the fields was high, golden, a summer’s late afternoon air so hot it was heavy to breathe, scents of dust, resin and dry grass mingling with a fourth, indescribable thing. He’d called it the smell of sunlight, but that had earned him...
  7. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It was difficult to watch the man grin, humouring his stupid remarks. That Syr Theros should’ve been so reasonable and even calm, even now with all that awaited him. With all that had happened tonight alone, he entertained the feeble hope that it wouldn’t be the worst of it. Even if his senses...
  8. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    Faramund took charge of the escapee. That left Oliver and Syr Breklinn in the dust, his gauntleted hand seeking her shoulder as she sagged, breathing in. “ You alright? “ “ The bastard ruined my hair. “ She huffed, gloved hand trying the strands about the side of hear head. The ends were...
  9. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    He bobbed his head, despite the bud of disagreement in his gut. It felt like Syr Theros was vouching for Faramund at a disproportionate extent, his deeper sentiment for that man specifically making him blind to betrayal. They’d only be as strong as the trust they had for one another — and there...
  10. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    “ He is not. “ He spoke betwixt, fast to agree until a thoughtful quietness took him. From there Syr Theros laid down the bare bones of a plan, the lot of them left rattling on the floor of his skull. It seemed too hopeful, somehow, that they could abide by them, to pretend something wasn’t...
  11. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    “ No. “ He admitted, without delay. “ He held a knife, so I told him to drop it, for something felt terribly off. “ Precaution. Thinking back on it now, he had been more than right in the assessment, even if the extent of it had eluded him in the moment. “ He did, without dispute. And proceeded...
  12. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Just below the knee. Oliver sucked in a breath at the notion, lamenting in Syr Theros’ behalf if not daring to glance at the maimed mess of his leg. The man would lose it, then, lest he was of the mind to dispure the healer and take the risks therein. Infections were the main cause of death...
  13. Oliver

    Oliver Vasara

    a prospective farmer become knight
  14. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    A call. To wait and to claim what was his. A metallic sound told him what landed on the forest floor in his wake, but he wouldn’t look at it. He’d not bow down to pick it up, that blade marked with the sliver of his brother’s blood at the cutting edge. Come the question, he slowed down just...
  15. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Fine, then. Like a petulant child he’d just told to do some chore. He watched as the man bowed down for the knife, even having the gall to meet eyes. It was absurd, felt malignant. Maybe he should’ve just chopped his head off while he had the chance, just to spare himself of whatever this was...
  16. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    He held ground, perfectly still as the man begun to speak, not making it two sentences before rising without permission to do so. His head keeled as his eye followed where the man meandered, an indignant sensation in every fiber as he held onto the borrowed blade. He’d almost drawn it, gauntlet...
  17. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Here they hovered, stood at the water divide. A second, a moment, long enough that he had the time to be sure the man would resist. It almost would’ve been better if he had, but then that would’ve been disobedience, wouldn’t it. From one as Faramund, he had grown to expect not outright defiance...
  18. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Making an effort at appearing unaffected, face hard, he watched. And he listened, attention split. Listened to what made the wood go scratch in the dark and whom once more evoked the words of brother, title and what they both knew to be true. Down went the knife, all the while his stare would...
  19. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    And so, from the dark, the Trinemorro spoke. Of safety and knives and lost things. He felt called out, his heart twisting in his chest for all that they’d done — in the past, tonight, minutes and years from now. By his honest assessment, by the look of the road abaft and ahead, it wasn’t going...
  20. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    His would be first watch, for which he had no protest. “ As you say. “ * He’d not spoken since as they settled down, all of which to him appeared ill-adviced. It wasn’t the worst idea of the eve on it’s face, but neither had any of the others that’d become such only on hindsight. Reluctance...
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