1. Hector

    Open None to point

    Wiped the rotten shit out of his eyes. Blinked back tears as the muck stung. Hacked a cough from all the gunk that had gone down his throat. Trudged. Felt Josaphine spur forward even as his bones sank more and more into the mire. Finally. Something like relief. Something like- Crack! Iron...
  2. Hector

    Private Grounded to Correctness

    Hector caught the look given by Syr Montbank from across the way. All bird grounded by the rain. He smiled bright, blunted sword hooked under arm, he sauntered on over to the Sky Knight. "Fancy a spar?" he asked, easy as. Bit of the day's grime still clung to him. "Could use another go...
  3. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    A nod. "Careful as a hand, and dangerous as a blade," If he was nervous, he had learned to hid it well enough. Some part of him having seen what plain doubt can do to those around you. What simple confidence might inspire. How much that all mattered, when nothing mattered at all. So, Hector...
  4. Hector

    Open None to point

    Legs felt weak. Arms felt weaker. Eyes strained to stay open. Even with all the thunder and bound that raced beneath them. He held on. Through the jostle and bump. Hands tight about her. Tried not to bite off his own tongue. "I'm open to hearing other ideas!" he shout over the churn of hooves...
  5. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    A shove at the younger man's side. Nothing hard. "Count myself lucky that it wasn't a Fiend that had taken it," arrowshafts instead. Nothing vital. Just an ear. Could still remember the look that had iced over Syr Faramund's face when he had first seen it. Old Mund tried his best to tend to...
  6. Hector

    Open None to point

    Felt it through the bones of his feet before he could hear it proper in his skull. Through the crackle of pyre flame, and the roil of smoke. The thunder of steel shod hooves ripping through the earth. His forearm raised as meager shield against the acrid burn of billowing black that torched...
  7. Hector

    Open None to point

    "Shit,"he hissed through his teeth. "Skykiller, give me the boy." Hector, turned toward the older woman. Heaved Andy up onto his shoudlers with a grunt, and passed him off, best he could. Trusted her with the youth who had believed so much in him. "Take care of him," he gave. Turned...
  8. Hector

    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Hector grabbed Willard by the shoulder. "Orders are, rest, Syr Willard," Hector squeezed. Pulled his brother back and turned him towards the village. Pointed with free hand. "So you go and rest," slapped him on the back, right between the shoulders with a thump. "Then stay in twos, come on, can...
  9. Hector

    Open None to point

    "Oh, fuck that!" Edwynna hopped down from her perch, and ripped the barricade apart, bit by clawing bit. "Hector!" she cried out. Tossed down one last piece of of splintered wood. yanked open the door. Snarled at the crowd, still gawking at the revenant. She saw the big bitch dive into the...
  10. Hector

    Open Betwixt the Stacks

    Eyes followed the lines of the illustrated motions. Back and forth, back and forth. Mouth slightly agape as he flipped the page of Illustrations of the Intimate and Irrepressible Desires by Master Penwillow. "What forms," he found himself saying, words so heavy on the tongue they pushed out...
  11. Hector

    Open None to point

    Behind the gathered crowd, Hector grit his teeth. Eyes flit to the storehouse, back to the crowd. Heart hammered hard. Mind too spent. Too strained and full of smoke and ash smelled so sickly sweet. Limbs tired from work and murder. Foot slipped in the mud, and he would have fallen weren't for...
  12. Hector

    Open None to point

    Hector hissed. Blood set to hot boil. Mind awake enough to know what he heard. Fuck his guilt, he had to get to Edwynna. "Fucking shitting whoreson!" Edwynna said through a half crazed laugh. The stench of it all filling the room through the door. "Roll around in your shit then, you...
  13. Hector

    Open None to point

    Hector watched. Quiet that fell around them, quiet that was filled. With their sorrows. With wishes and curses. Choking back tears. Shook as sufferings raked cold across a person as the flames crackled. Hissed. Bodies stiff. Bodies embraced. Kith and kin. And even Lelum who most people...
  14. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Hector listened. Judgement only in the twist of lips and scrunch of brow. Personal business. But, he would hold his tongue. He could hear it on the younger man. Raw and red as that cherry on his cheek. "No, not the wisest by any measure," is all he would say. Easy and with a laugh lifted...
  15. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "A likely story," Hector said with a laugh. Strides easy. A shake of the head at the bit about his hair. "Eight above, couldn't have that," he said with a run of fingers over the top of his do. "None would be weepin more than me," he chuffed. Eyes set ahead slid sidelong to regard his brother...
  16. Hector

    Open None to point

    The sled was heavy. But pulling was natural work. Load the damn thing up enough for the pyres, and pull. Helped that others pulled with him. Helped that he pulled with them. Ropes and harnesses taught against them as they trudged. They had stared daggers at him first. One near clocked him...
  17. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "Mothers affection, aye?" he let the words trail in the air. Slow nod. "Well, hope you at least earned it then," a shove on the shoulder as they turned to move, half clasped about the loaded up dawnling with a long arm. "Baths, now that's new," he played along, all tooth and tongue. "Bit of...
  18. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Clasped and shook about the forearm, pulled in closer and braced about the back in bump of shoulder and heavy lops of affection. "Your brother's luck be yours then, Billard of Blue Bay," A thing all close and squeeze, too old to care for any matter of proper. A pause, fingers grasped about...
  19. Hector

    Open Under an Old Tree

    A sharp whistle, not too far off. "That a ghost?!" too glad to see him. "Yo Billard!" Came Hector's call from across the way.
  20. Hector

    Open None to point

    "People always die, Andy," Hector's voice smoked as his hands shook beneath the weight of a rag. Core spent. Spine bent. He pulled the cloth against his hands, ragged. Let it fall, and tried to work himself up from Ser D'aramond's side. Felt his arm shake fierce as the focus of work faded from...
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