1. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    Matvi spread his arms in a playful shrug. "I wouldn't know," his hands fell to his side, and he glanced about conspiratorially, "But I hear Master Brambleshell has been on the hunt for a nefarious bud bloomer," he glanced at her with a smile, and went back to tending the little tree. "So I'd be...
  2. Matvi Iramene

    Private White Rose and Lemon Leaves

    "Heard the diplomatic party goers brought that one back from the summer festival," Syr Iramene said some steps behind the illusive Syr Kerrigan. "You can thank that little thing for all those chilled drinks you've been enjoying hidden away at the Knoll," he smiled, an empty bucket in his hands...
  3. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    A bump and hustle. Insult flung, but little of consequence. Save for the shift in Matvi's steps. The doubled bounce that let him stay, just a tad ahead or behind the big man's right. A gentle pull this way, a tilt of weight that way, made it so the next crash might be more, easy glance. Hand...
  4. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    And Mariel gave her hand in kind. A bow, all grace in victory, as she stepped on to her podium. Playful nods in rhythm and bounce of her shuffle step. Hop skip close to the tigress, skirts swayed raised and dips that all but invited her closer to the shift. Held hands raised high as arms bridged...
  5. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    "The continent," Matvi could not help but purr in playful response. Toes set to tap. Tap. A laugh as he matched the slower step the tune demanded. Saw the look worn there across such haunting colors, that could only belong to the sea. The confidence that lurked there in the depth of his smile...
  6. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    Matvi, wide eyed, watched as the light grew like some horrid fruit all the way to pop. It made a sound so loud it knocked the hearing out of his ears. Rattled the bricks in the road, and shook loose a couple shingles from the rooftops. One cracked down beside him. Heavy ceramic shattered...
  7. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    A good word, was as good a place to start as any. Why not both... A bounce of surprise, smile turned just the wider as the sailor keeled just the lower, and there a little backstep and curtsey from the Knight. A small laugh rippled across the span of his shoulders. Hand still raised over him...
  8. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    Matvi's lips curled up at the question. An alley cat, all too pleased by what his whiskers had picked up. "With Mariel?" He looked to the tigress and the dancing green bird, already fanning her feathers, with a kick of her skirts and playful shifts of her tail, lips spread in wide and happy...
  9. Matvi Iramene

    Private Sang the Fiddler's Bow

    They could hear it well before they could see it. The sweet sound of string's mournful whines. Skip and spring as the wind that carried gulls above the cut of waves. The shrill screech so tight it pulled you right through a fresh hole in the heart. The warm lungs of accordion's squeeze and...
  10. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    And she could keep on watching, for all the good it would do them. Matvi grit his teeth his, stance bladed as he shuffled back with hops and steps, buckler raised as the bolts hissed by. His eyes flit left, right, up and down. Looked toward shadows and those places where rain and piss clung...
  11. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    "Voiceless," Matvi laughed a little at that one. Too close to home for his comfort. "Why is it they always pride themselves in what they take," he muttered the stray thought as their band moved about the peremiter of the silo. All edge and sharp eyes as they stalked. Well, if you could call...
  12. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    "Well," Matvi said as he mulled over all he had heard. "That certainly is a lot," he said with a lopsided grin. None the less pearling despite the dread of the hour. The one in red turned his eyes on Matvi. The Knight Sworn narrowed his eyes and keeled his attention beneath a raised brow. "I...
  13. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    The tavern-goers looked wide eyed and confused. Struck by the horrible sound in the distance. "Well," Matvi interjected, looking off into the distance where the explosion had boomed and the smoke rose. Cold with their calm, he turned his eyes toward the lot. "Sense in having some fear," he...
  14. Matvi Iramene

    Open A Break in The Road

    Matvi looked over the wagon, its wheels caked in mud. One hand rubbed at his jaw. "Well, this ain't good," he surmised. Half the barrels of booze he had been transporting had been split open by a stray lightning bolt. "Count yourself lucky, The Sailor only wanted your drink," Old Lem...
  15. Matvi Iramene

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Matvi laughed, a huff to himself. All bright teeth and dark hair. A measure of proper comportment found and applied as he tugged on the hems of his doublet. His face flush. He leaned forward and shared behind a palm that mocked hiding. "Only one way to find out," Mariel returned, a spent round...
  16. Matvi Iramene

    Open Pick Your Poison

    Mixing vessel popped with a haze of sweet smelling mist. Set onto the table, a cup grabbed, scooped, and filled with ice. Then again. A pour in one, and the next. A trickle of amber and rouge that almost seemed milky with froth. A slice of lemon, cut to translucent rounds. Laid flat upon the rim...
  17. Matvi Iramene

    Open Pick Your Poison

    The clatter and clink of cheers. Laughs shared around tables as stories swapped amidst friends and new found kith mixed with long lost kin. "Closing times in about two hours," Matvi said in a voice between them. His eyes didn't falter. Though they flicked to some gesture Mariel made from the...
  18. Matvi Iramene

    Open Pick Your Poison

    "Naturally," Matvi said, no hint of hiding his intrigue in the big man's curiosity. "Nice little joint down by the Wendway docks, most like you passed it right by on the way up here," he led. "Matvi, surely you don't mean," Mariel said with a half smile and a half a huff. The bartender...
  19. Matvi Iramene

    Matvi Iramene

    A bastard, of Bellamy blood. Son to Enrika Iramene, Mistress of the Iramene estate, a minor March Hold west of the Vayden Wilds. His stepfather, Rodrick Vodlan, has little love for him. He arrived at the Monastery at the formative age of sixteen, upon recommendation of one Syr Vodlan of Dawn...
  20. Matvi Iramene

    Open Pick Your Poison

    "Most excellent, I'll have you know," Mariel replied, a flourish of the wrist that turned in to bow that was all hips, straight backed and long legged over the bar. She hinged back up, head high as a dancers, her left hand shot up straight into the air, and her fingers fanned dramatically...
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