1. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    "Of our Huntsman?" Walter spoke. "Who knows. This isn't him. See." He pulled his bronze dagger from the sheath, and stepped forward. The pommel flicked, swift and precise, at the thing's head level. It jerked, even to the sound of air and movement of what little passed the line, but Walter...
  2. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    Both the lord and the attendant nodded to the first scout, even though the former seemed momentarily to suppress some sort of an expression. Dear gods he could feel all the stale smoke on her and it was a trial of sheer will to not let any of it show on his face. He only remembered one, one...
  3. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    After building the first set of parameters for the future observation project, Walter was barely done with supper before Reggie showed up. "They hear voices on the wind, Lord Thornley." For just a moment, his face was hard to read. Voices meant they'd see Brennan tonight, trying to find his way...
  4. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    Lord Thornley glanced in Jaakko's eyes, and there was an estranged expression, almost concern, but for what? He only raised a hand, index finger asking for just a little patience. Zahra, of the village of Lucelley. He nodded slowly, eyeing the weaver from where he sat. He didn't say an...
  5. Walter Thornley

    Private Castles in the Sky

    I've got you... Floating, heavy, sinking deeper into a grey void where time does not matter. Exhaustion curls about him like greedy fingers, tears into the last shreds of fading hope. Walter wakes up not knowing which day it is. Darkness behind the window. Worry setting in, as if only minutes...
  6. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    He bore no ill will at secrecy, and observed the display which conveyed nothing but openness with a slightly detached mind. The same way he observed Laetitia d'Aullimont sending her suitors to seek trouble with him when she was bored or thought that he was - back when they were still engaged...
  7. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    It seemed, at first, that the middle son of Joutsentierna was nodding along without a real understanding - but then, there was that focused glint to the eye that made one wonder. And yet, nobles were good at pretending in that way that proved perilous so often when time came for the claims to...
  8. Walter Thornley

    Private Tindercreek and Tillvale

    The local spirits, Momo could infer, followed a pattern that seemed familiar between a few things here in Altalusia. These bird things, playful but benign, once started from the echoes of birds and a whimsy of the undulating Shroud - but, as all things not quite bound to the material realm...
  9. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    Dolores settled with a flourish of her skirt, and offered a smile of appreciation to the magician, before the question - her face seemed to dim, then, with an expression aimed towards the young man that was softer than apprehension, but more judgemental than pity. She turned her forget-me-not...
  10. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    There is an awkward pause as Walter shifted on his skeletal mount, slightly deflated now that the one called Nezi is gone, and seemed to fiddle with the runes outline before glancing at Dolores, with a mix of concealed helplessness and a query, a little tinge of suspicion of being pranked in...
  11. Walter Thornley

    Private Castles in the Sky

    "I'm sorry," he whispers, pale lips barely moving. The tremors that are going through his body have to be a mixture of cold and pain, body unable to keep moving right under massive damage. But he seems to still be conscious, perhaps, due to shock, eyes wide open, ragged breathing fast and...
  12. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    Right. Still slow. Walter inhaled slowly, patiently intaking the breath and measuring his patience levels rise slightly with it. He had assessed his chances of winning another full-on confrontation. The vampire had no means to tell, of course, but... not good, either way. "You aren't picking up...
  13. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    "Oh, she's pretty," Dolores assessed nonchalantly, quill top touching to her mouth in thought as her gaze followed over the yell and sized the witch up and down, "if only she didn't sound like a hungry seagull toddler, so why do you bother, again?" Walter seemed to shudder - eyes closed tightly...
  14. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    He felt no sympathy for the creature's condition. Could have... once. But even then. It was a crate like this. He remembered the fisherman. He remembered blood spurts black against the lights as the man was pulled inside and practically torn. The vampire would survive. Its pain, the...
  15. Walter Thornley

    Private A Vulpine Refrain

    Silence, for a moment. A sigh came from the other side. Muffled by most of the surface being walled off, still. "I understand. You're hungry and murderously, viciously angry. And once you break out of here you are going to hurt me, before killing me." That voice is familiar. That tone is dead...
  16. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    Walter shakes his head - perhaps it was sarcasm, but Wistric has a point, and so his sword, his decorative-looking bronze dagger and some other curved sheath he procures from underneath the cloak go in earnest into his attendant's hands. Dolores dips her quill into green ink and pokes the tip...
  17. Walter Thornley

    Private Castles in the Sky

    He takes the time to breathe properly - slowly drawing lung-fulls through his nose until his chest can no longer expand, and exhaling through his mouth. Head tilts back, rests against the cold wall - it could be feverish or overly active with running thought and agitation. A good agitation. He...
  18. Walter Thornley

    Dare The Fast and the Fiendish

    The lord crouched over, settling the bleached bone on the floor - a thought came faintly of the bronze automatons back at home, ancient and silent save for the noise the metal parts made catching, now and then, on the more decrepit ones. Both hands unclasped, as if unclaiming it meant anything...
  19. Walter Thornley

    Private Relations, Yours & Mine

    After those seven years of half-starving at best, the common folk have been eating more than properly. A bit of fiddling with the books, within the margins, within the knowledge of where the supplies came from, allowed for rations that, he was rather certain, most would call generous. These...
  20. Walter Thornley

    Private Castles in the Sky

    ♬ Some color is brought back into his life. Small, at first, seeking to assuage the desperate want for the nightmarish vision to cease, touching on a mutual interest, it's a throughline from there. It feels natural, and for once, he feels content in learning rather than presiding. Their...
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