1. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    For a couple seconds there, Osytha forgets about the mouthful of carrot she’s working through. She simply stares in mild surprise at Syr Sabinian saying his piece, and for a lingering moment after while her brain rushes back to the here-and-now from wherever it had wandered off to. But, once...
  2. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “We need to go. Now.” Osytha kicks a rag-draped body free from the sword cleaved deep betwixt the vertebrae of its neck. The last of the Blighted dead thumps into sand, rendered motionless like its fellows. The knight wipes heavy sweat from her brow and sweeps her gaze along this stretch of...
  3. Osytha

    Private Restoration

    The forecast, eh? Osytha gives a laissez faire little shrug. And why not? “Before then, even. Weather allus ’as trouble mekkin’ up et’s mind when we’re betwixt seasons.” The knight happily plops into her seat; a sturdy, decoratively carved thing of dark wood. And, yes, she is feeling most...
  4. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    No, Osytha doesn’t seem surprised by the admission. She only nods her head, slightly, eyes lowered in thought. “Not… quite,” she tells him. Her hand continues to stroke Guffers gently off to the Land of Nod, though, quite possibly the effect is every bit as calming on her, too. “I mean, aye...
  5. Osytha

    Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M]

    “Eyes up, soldier.” Eudes’ growl sends Conill whipping back around to watch the shadows, katzbalger held aloft in his good arm. Sarge narrows his eyes at the knight apparition — tossing his bow aside like he hadn’t only just tried to nail Eudes right between the eyes. Yeah, that’s Sando...
  6. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “You flaunted wealth in front of them. The pin, the coins, the sword at your hip. May as well be made of softwood, for all the good it will do you should they choose to force the issue.” Osytha blinks dully at Xenovia, a listing ship with tattered sails struggling to follow the wind of her...
  7. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    “I think… here. Mm.” Osytha looks down at the gnarled, stubby finger jabbing into her sternum. “Um.” Her little voice, full of doubt. “Why? Won’t that be, kind of, awkward?” Surely it makes more sense for the dagger to be at her hip. She can’t go around with one strapped to her chest. It’ll...
  8. Osytha

    Private Hush, O Babe

    “Aye. That was oor house.” Akke sips his tea, eyes peering at Lilia over the rim of the mug. When he lowers it again, he turns his head to the window, and looks out at the glimpse of blue sky between overgrown, crumbling masonry. Gazing at something far away. “Me, an’ my Polly, an’ then oor wee...
  9. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    No… to tea? For all that’s happened tonight — a sled of dismembered corpses, another one gralloched before her eyes, the malicious games from this demon butcher, stumbling into a cannibal meat-seller’s thriving, cosy little camp — this is the thing that actually seems to truly leave Osytha...
  10. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Yeeaahh… abaht that.” Osytha puts on, not a grin, exactly, but a lopsided, sympathetic pull of the lips. “Reckon we can pop inside for a minute? Might as well share this wi’ tha an’ Peggy at t’same time.” She turns that apologetic expression towards Syr Sabinian, and continues, “Don’t worry —...
  11. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    “‘Xen-oh-vi-ya’…” Osytha wobbles upward in stages, aided by tail and a precarious handhold on her stool. “‘Xennovviaaah’… tha’s Owd Devahni. Means, wossit — ‘protector’? Yeah… tha’s *hic* it. Protector.” Her frown suddenly drops away. Surely this isn’t a coincidence. It’s all, all a sign. This...
  12. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    What was that? There’s a… a not-gap in the middle of Lock’s sentence. The meaning is still there, it’s still constructed itself in Osytha’s mind alongside the rest of his words, only, without any input from her ears. Later. For now, the dead yet advance. “... Is alive, you swearr?” “Ah swear...
  13. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    “No, you would have taken me for a liar. Thought I had forged the note, thought I was just another murderer trying to get away with the usual, but there is something you don’t understand.” “No, I—” Say it ain’t so, Osytha. She can’t, can she? Of course a part of her was — is? — sceptical of...
  14. Osytha

    Private An Antidote for All Abnegations

    “Am not—!” “Er…” “Are too! Are too!” “’Ey now—” Little Isabelle’s face screws up with indignant rage as she begins to yell, “Am-not-am-not-am-not!” “Liar, liar, pants on—” “Alreight!” Osytha shouts, gently intercepting the tiny girl’s upraised fist before it finds its mark on...
  15. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    Those sinister mutterings don’t seem to draw any response from the knight slouched in her barseat. In fact, Osytha barely even registers when a newcomer sidles up beside her. Those bleary blue eyes only blink, sluggishly, when they see black-taloned fingers reach over and pluck her silver pin...
  16. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    There’s not the time to look back at what’s developing behind Osytha; neither the manoeuvrability nor field of view for her to easily do so lugging Krava draped across the shoulders like this. Her heart spikes to hear Lock’s frantic roar, and she fears the — man? Beastkin? — that he has fallen...
  17. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    There’s a certain horror to the ease with which Rois severs that head. Osytha understands that decapitations are difficult — notoriously so. And you hear stories, ones where perhaps the headsman’s axe was just a little too dull, or hadn’t landed quite right. Awful, awful stories. Not that...
  18. Osytha

    Private A Little White Lie

    A LITTLE WHITE LIEA fledgling knight struggling with the truth crosses paths with a prodigal daughter homeward bound. Syr Osytha & Xenovia Early 349 EOD “Y’know, th’ quess-chyun — righ’? Th’ ques-*urp*-ssschyun I have, is, is: is this. “Wha’ the fuck. Y’know?” “Uhuh,” says Frank...
  19. Osytha

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    As Rois heads for the butcher’s bench, Osytha spares a backward look at the row of dozing mules. Intelligent, strong, hard workers… aye, they get their temperament from asses, right enough. She’s also fond of the beasts, even keeps a couple of donkeys around at the monastery, herself. But you...
  20. Osytha

    Private The Roe of Stranger Tides

    That’s what Daev had seen lurking in the wreck? Osytha tries to find some label for the great, hirsute whirlwind of fury, though much is yet hidden by its makeshift cloak. This Lock could maybe be some sort of beastkin, a big maybe, and that’s before you even consider the second pair of arms...
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