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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Eyes closed, he was almost ready. Much as a man could get for such things. For all the death Trevor foresaw, he never could see his own. Could never quite figure out whether it was better that way. When it came for him he'd finally get to be surprised. But it never came. „Of course I know“ He...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Grabbed at the shoulder, still raw from what he saw – Trevor wasn't in the mood for bullshit. But as he got spun around, the stranger spoke and stomped the anger out. So they just stood there and saw each other for the lepers that they were. In easier times, Trevor would've chucked the brazen...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    But they never did. Stones did it for them. One tumble, two – and you never could have guessed that anyone had been there before. He knew better than to look down the crater that began with him. He knew. Looked anyway. Clouds of roaddust, repurposed as cover for the retreating ground. His ears...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Last year, Autumn Free city of Aragor It was always easy to choose who got fortune. Misfortune on the other hand... that's where his hands shook. His determination wavered. It was always easier to give than to take. But if he was being honest with himself, inflicting harm was a kind of giving...
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    Private Blade and balance

    He didn't miss the goats. Angry little fucks. Always trying to headbutt you. They didn't even know how to be quiet – and that made them better somehow. The bleats and taps only served to stave off the silence. It was peace. Or as close as it ever came. So he nodded at Dancer's words. Made...
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    Private Blade and balance

    People crowded the halls with torn sleeves and dirty nails. No one stopped them. No fanfare or suspicion. Just another set of boots skidding across the stones, through the open gate. They all looked underfed and unwashed. Like him. Maybe that was the price of admission. Funny, that. Spent so...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    Getting up was a pain. But so was having an arm. A leg. Fucking anything. The blast had knocked him down, and now his entire body whispered in aches and cuts. Pain webbed through him like arthritis, delaying movement. Punishing speed. The whole street had gone up in cyan vomit. The Eight wanted...
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    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    Luck had winked at him earlier that day. There was the puddle – deep, brown, boot-hungry – that he almost stepped into, only to be bumped aside by a fishmonger chasing his hat down the street. Then there was the cough that stopped him from settling at a table just long enough to avoid a serving...
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    Private Blade and balance

    Trevor probably could've said things. But he didn't. Didn't thank Dancer either. Just nodded like a man who knew driftwood when he saw it. Maybe he'd hoped for a shoulder, maybe a hand. But a direction was enough. You doubted on your own time. The liquor got snatched back. And he finally...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    The arrow hissed over Kla and dug deep into Trevor’s forearm. Sticking out on both ends. Had his arm not been halfway up to wipe tired from his eyes, it would’ve been worse. Lucky, that. He blinked like it belonged to someone else. A dry grunt escaped him, eyes watering at the edges. It hadn’t...
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    Private Blade and balance

    It was all murder. Trevor didn't argue or make a thing of it. Not with Dancer. A life taken was a life taken. Shits like him could dance around the edges, make it sound righteous or necessary. Clean. But it always ended the same. He felt at this neck, thinking on a future smile. Fear didn't...
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    Private Blade and balance

    „Halfsmiles.“ He would've spat on the floor had it not been Dancer's room. „Didn't know they were still around. Figured someone would've given them the other half by now.“ The smile was the part that got to him. That they found some joy in their work. In the pain. That wasn't just killing. It...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    “Come up, Jerry. I’ll need your help.” And to Jerry’s credit, he moved to Trevor with speed uncanny for a man that scared. “You’ll get us to the grain store.” A hand on the other man’s shoulder. “No need to worry. I’m but a step behind.” Because Trevor wasn’t suited to be the man in front. He...
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    Open Filed in triplicate

    'Free' City of Agvendash, South Ilica Dead of Winter [OOC: A classic whodunit. Everyone is welcome to take whatever role they'd like.] The snow hadn't stopped for days. He thought it funny at first, because he rarely got to see that much snow this far south, but it stopped being a laughing...
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    Dare Deep End

    Home and work in the same place was never a good thing. He knew this firsthand. But some lessons needed to be individual to be appreciated. So he didn’t throw in a witty barb as she spoke, and simply smiled instead. Her next question threatened to turn him into a mean drunk. But no – She would...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    Jerry found the armed man next to him soothing, so he tried to copy his ease the only way he knew how: “People do be gatherin’ at Gemma’s,” A wide grin, cut short, because Mark was already mid motion to slap some sense into his buddy. “Don’t be talkin’ ‘bout her like dat!” The escalation cut...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    The explosion didn’t rattle the walls. Passed through them instead. Enough to stir the ale within the mug, and the spirit within Trevor. Paused mid drink as the scene woke up around him. Hovered it for a moment before taking a healthy swig. It would be a while before he could return to it...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    Trevor blinked. It made no sense. Blinked again, hoping the drink might explain it better than his ears had. But nothing came. Only thing that looked back at him over the rim of the mug was the realization of how little liquid was left. “The fuck’s wrong with the hornguy?” he muttered to...
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    Private A Collection of Horns

    He accepted her offer without thinking twice. But what the fuck would he do? He wasn't a fighter either. Something still needed to be done! It was strange to get cover from the rain covering everyone else. The strange woman was powerful. He wanted to ask. Wasn't sure if he wanted to know. Feet...
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    Dare Deep End

    “Must be the place to be these days” Gave her side eye as the mug went up again. Didn’t press her on the mention of her past. Years of living in Vapna. He’d known enough people with ‘used to’ lives. It was never small talk. It was dust. Let it lie. “Suppose I fall somewhere between hiring and...
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