1. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    An assurance, a bit of banter and a smile yet, before it came to parting. The ease at which they went, knights two, left an air of calm to the edge of the wood wherein the rest remained a moment longer, watching. Now that all of it was properly in motion, given up to fate, he felt tension bleed...
  2. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It would’ve been too much to expect specifics, so he didn’t. The response rung obvious enough, instruction therein just as simple. His attention sought the rocks ahead, their shadows, the frown upon his face deepening with focus and dread. Having already said too much, he’d keep all the rest to...
  3. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    He kept to Syr Theros’ heel, just two paces apart, staring at the back of his head as he spoke. Explained and laid out the next step in such few words it made his hackles rise, willing all concern from his face and hardening it. “ A trap? Well, that would’ve been mighty useful to know...
  4. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It was over. The man was over with. The scythe yet burned, runes about the blade pulsing with light that’d begun growing dimmer. Like a day fading or life draining, inching away half unnoticed. The white-knuckled grip on the hammer loosened as he straightened, arm coming to rest at his side...
  5. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The force of the hit was in his entire arm, an ache lingering as the stricken went astumble, nigh dirtborne with his long blade. The air grew deadly then, sentencing two to finality and dealing it unseen, like the shadows themselves should’ve woken to pass judgement. Mere dull thuds betwixt the...
  6. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Them. Like some fabled Death. A body collided against his, the metal mute at the impact that affected his balance not at all. The hammer swept retaliation, hungry for blood and flesh and all too hasty for it, falling mere inches clear off the mark. A suit of steel was a lot to face, so it...
  7. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    His brow creased in a frown, look tracing the yard as Syr Faramund relied his observations. All it managed to do was deepen his expression, a mix of disbelief and scrutiny upon him as he accepted the lot in a nod. A body, no guard, quite the number of horses. And a clear desire to move forth...
  8. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It was a waiting, until it wasn’t. In the cooling mountain night voices traveled, from somewhere in the dark wherein he would peer, looking for movement. The fire made it hard to see anything beyond flicker of shadows, naught but harsh edges dancing on treetrunks and rockfaces, gently asway. But...
  9. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    Choices were certainly being made, stirring up discord not minutes into final preparations. Listening to the discord some generous couple steps away, he restrained himself to merely observe it sidelong, the general air of weary disapproval about him. Kaarle had his temper and the same amount of...
  10. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    He watched the man go, a knowing smile about him as words all too familiar be exchanged. A friend’s worry and a response that wasn’t any unlike ones he’d given himself in the past. Which is it this time— The truth, or deflection? A strange serenity in his heart, he gave the horse a bit of his...
  11. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    As time elapsed in their preparations, he upturned the visor from narrowing his observance, attention torn betwixt his shuffling companions and the surrounding dark that begged to be kept an eye on. From it, his dark look bounced to Syr Faramund as the man extended a gesture upon his gauntlet...
  12. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    Fate. A smile rippled about his face, at both the absurdity of their collective luck of late and just how calmly Syr Faramund went about the business ahead. Nothing but the opinion he’d asked for, gods-honest and at ease. Or at least it felt that way, assuring some part of him he hadn’t known...
  13. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    From him came but a metallic hum as Faramund’s suggestion was heeded, the three of them immediately at the carnage making short work of adjusting its appearance to something less suspicious. Provided one didn’t stray too close that was, but it was better than nothing one had to figure. In time...
  14. Oliver

    Private Nightwork

    Dusk loomed, all peach and purple and a vibrant red, the tops of trees aflame with a sliver of fleeing light. It’d grow darker rapidly from here, the russet nature losing the rest of its colour alongside the warmth of day. A chill already crawled in the shadowed bends of the road, much too...
  15. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    A breath echoed within the bevor, pleasantly warm in the dropping temperature of the highlands’ night. His look scanned the thickets and twisted, stunted evergreens they’d left behind, the soft sway of their limbs the one discernible movement against a whole lot of stillness. Too much of it, his...
  16. Oliver

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The past months had grown long, the nights dragging on even as they grew lighter. It was time to get back out, even for himself, it felt like. Something old was coming to a head. He had the gist of it, the bigger picture, despite not having been there for the rest. Not that he’d required it...
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