1. Hector

    Private Forced Divide

    Twas the noise the other lot made that buzzed and rattled against his skull. Made him feel the split of skin, and crack of bone all the more against each cord of his own mortality. Still. He saw with eyes of Flame. Those countless fibers, like so many fine hairs of linen spooled together and...
  2. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    "Thank'ee for not usin' t' 'T-word'," "No thought to it," he says, lips curled with an ease that comes easy as moving. Broad fingers fluffed the thick wool of the bedroll with steady thumps and shakes. A pat pat. A leather pack kept there beside. Works a buckle loose, and stows away the...
  3. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Hector eased out of his guard. Nod slow, and listened to the man who seemed to have much weighing on his mind. Unsure of his own body. Stuck between the before and after. "Well," the younger knight broke. "I've been fortunate enough to still have the whole of me in tact," Hector said, tender...
  4. Hector

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    "The personality?" Hector asks after, all sweet rise of curious there in the question. A little laugh as he shakes his head. "Whatever do you mean?" Like a lamb to the slaughter. Lute case thunking causes his ears to twitch, and he remembers himself some. Clears his throat, and shakes his head...
  5. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    It was cool against his skin. The dark water of the easy flowing rill. Its brown stain drink pitch black in the low light of the deepening night. Surface set to ever gentle ripples from where the billy had dipped its wide mouth in to let in all that slow rot turned chilled stew. A lift saw the...
  6. Hector

    Open Buried Roots [KoA]

    He stood there by the two men he called his uncles. Syrs Oliver and Kaarle. His own brow set firm, as his eyes were set steeled. Face felt cold. Ears felt full. He stood how he thought a Knight should. Straight backed. Sure. For what else was there for them to face, but that truth that awaited...
  7. Hector

    Private Forced Divide

    Breath pushed out, a nod given brief salute to Lethram. Hector's eyes fell to the man cracked across the skull. Noted how the man's limbs twitched and spasmed. Something sank inside the young knight. His eyes cast about the settling chaos. How many were left bloodied? One sabred across the...
  8. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Let the last slip of her fingers across the wear of scars and callouses about his hands. How their warmth yet lingers there. Oils mussed betwixt the creases of his knuckles, and the wedges of his prints. His thumb works the feeling in the more, for but a press and his smile sits smaller upon his...
  9. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Well. He felt little better for having said it. Felt it come up wrong. Too warm. Too sticky. More still left to go. Still swirling. Each half measure of heartbeat. Each particle of breath pushed out of lung's steady pump and steady pull. Painfully slow. Achingly felt. Her hands still in his...
  10. Hector

    Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore

    Hector could see the wine. Smelled the coffee. Brows caved in on themselves. For all the Bard's bluster. Well. He was no stranger to heart ache. Loss, for all its shades and colors, was still loss. "Hold on now," he says easier, less of the tension that had first strung his chords. "Please...
  11. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    His breath caught in his throat at the touch of fingers in his hair. Goosebumps run prickled across his skin as all the little hairs about his person stand to attention. Muscles tense. A cold chill that had his spine stack straight at all the memories of other hands touch at his hair. Play at...
  12. Hector

    Private Forced Divide

    A clack against wood loud enough to have the armored Hector flinch back from the door as he watched the shadows shift with sudden jerks and draws. A quick check to spy Innis. A nod. An unsaid, ready. Breath pushed out. Another crack and splinters set the whole room to rumble. A loud whistle...
  13. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    "I never did lay eyes upon it missen, but there was one quest had us far flung toward the south , where in the village of Iltrapor, inwhich we'd holed up, reported their goats being plagued by one such creature," he shook his head at the memory, hands still at work. "Only, when Syr Edwynna and...
  14. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Movement. Stirring. A bit of order to the sprawl of it all. Routine as chopping wood. Or stripping bark for that matter. "Aye, Syr," Hector says with a nod. Moves to the fire pit. Finds his knife there at his belt. Its long blade set into a handle of finely carved antler. A banded horse motif...
  15. Hector

    Private Forced Divide

    Hector raised his bevor into its fixed position. The steel brim of his kettle helm shading his eyes. "This is rancid... and then we get blamed for being the irresponsible ones--!" "We'll see it through, Innis," Hector hushed back, expressionless behind the steel he wore, watched her move to...
  16. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    The cold poke but stirs the little heat crackling about inside him. "My face?" he says still smiling. Wipes at his brow, then the other. Maybe he missed something? Maybe a spider hitched a ride and needed be returned to a safe landing. "Um, no," he says, a little more nervous now as he keens...
  17. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Hector hears it before he sees it. The scrabble scratch scrap of a wee and loyal lad. His ear and a half twitch to the pant pant tongue lolling breath of, "Guffers!" He says with an excitement that surprises even himself, body bent low at the knees, back straight, and hands splayed wide as he...
  18. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Lefelen stirs about their little camp as Osytha goes on putting words to what she is working through. He moves his body with raises of knee and twists of hip. Stretches that help work the kinks and soreness out from his limbs after all the riding, and the shock of battle. Pauses mid squat, with...
  19. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    “Ah don’t… ken... Afore now? Those times Ah doubted ane of you, at least Ah was sure in missen. But Ah ne ’ave that any more, Syr Lefelen. Ah’m certain of nowt. Ah feel nowt. Even were Ah sure in such facts as Ah seem to possess, Ah don’t ken ’ow to go about judgin’ ’em... Et occurs to me that...
  20. Hector

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    Lefelen stares coolly at Osytha. "My mistake with the onion," face looks placid. Doesn't keep from eating a spoonful of the herring. Enjoys the bite even. Works it over his teeth and tongue as he looks to the woman's eyes. Works food into his spoon as the fire pops. "Is that a nickname you have...
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