1. Faramund

    Private Where the Light Returns

    Coffee poured, Faramund set the steaming pot down amongst the baskets and platters and plates. The muscles in his arm twinged slightly as he drew it back, but it was a dull ache, easily ignored. 'Aye, I doubt she will,' the dawnling concurred, helping himself to whatever was in reach, and a few...
  2. Faramund

    Private Where the Light Returns

    The figure was nothing, just a flawed facsimile of a knight, behelmed and holding a sword. 'My shadow, y'mean?' Faramund's brows rose. He hadn't meant it for anyone, really. It was merely a means of keeping his hands and mind busy. Creating something rather than destroying. As I so often do...
  3. Faramund

    Private Where the Light Returns

    'Up to no good, I'd wager.' Faramund replied, peering from his cubbyhole like a gnome from the ground sans the pointy hat. 'What've you got there? Grub?' Breakfast, that's what Aarno had said. In a basket, no less. Very fancy! 'Let me guess: fish and seaweed, and salt.' Sitting up, the dawnling...
  4. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    'That's the thing, Davina. You have to... ask for absolution to be forgiven.' And that's out of the question right about now, he mused darkly, meeting the pain and her venomous words with bared teeth, like an animal backed into a corner. Maybe there was more of the wolf in him than he first...
  5. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Despite the pain, in spite of the despair darkening his thoughts, Faramund grinned at Aarno's question, every bit the warrior he had once known himself to be. 'With tooth and bloody claw, if needs be,' he replied, piling on the faux bravado til it soured on his tongue. He nodded, then, throat...
  6. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    It sounded like a threat. "Do what I say or I'll finish the job Urbos started." It was enough to make Faramund smile. 'Yes, mamzel, I'll behave,' he nodded, though even that set his head to spinning. Not like I'm going anywhere. Pain still probed at his sides, poking at the wound that had been...
  7. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    'It already hurts.' Faramund mumbled, eyes roving the rafters as Davina bade him bite down on the leather she thrust between his teeth. His body tensed as she set to work with the blade, slicing through his gambeson to get at the wound beneath. Damned thing was ruined anyway. Blood-soaked. Rent...
  8. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    'We aren't,' agreed Faramund, hand clamped tight to his side. In truth, he wasn't sure how well Davina's magic would serve him, he who shrugged off spells and cantrips like water off a duck's back. Still. Beat bleeding out. 'Alright, alright! Don't rush me,' he growled, half a hand away from...
  9. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Duly noted,' replied Faramund, lantern light bobbing by his side as the path ahead narrowed. 'If it's motley you require to complete your guise, there's a tailor in Astenvale who I'm told is quite nifty with a needle.' Shrugging, the knight carried on through the trees, his shadow keeping pace...
  10. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Following the path back, Mund kept a steady pace, soft steps going unheard in the dusk. Loose scree tittered behind. A stone danced upon the path, clipping the back of the Sworn's boots. Like a grox trailing a ghost, the Sworn shook his head, taking a look over his shoulder to make sure the...
  11. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Light blossomed at the top of the stairs. A new dawn born before its time, it drove back the shadows that gathered inside the stairwell, so thick as to be blinding. 'Don't call me Syr,' replied the Sworn, his hiding place disappearing in a matter of steps, 'I work for a living.' An old joke...
  12. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Someone... close.' Mulling things over in his mind, Faramund could but nod at Oliver's request, jaw tightening as he fought to swallow the lump in his throat. 'Aye, I think I can manage that.' His gaze held steady as he studied the knight before him. Of all the feelings he had done battle with...
  13. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Ardently. Now, there's a fancy word.' The hopes he would leave to Oliver and the rest. As for his part in the play to come, well, he was as yet undecided. Death had declined his hand twice now. But he would keep reaching - for as long as it took to sway Him. Or until his brethren came up with a...
  14. Faramund

    Private Burials

    'Only one way to know for sure,' replied the Dawnling, grim in the face of Oli's continued questioning. 'We all stand to lose, though, in my case, it's not just my life being taken from me.' An explanation was in order, but deciding on the right course to take was proving difficult, as it had...
  15. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Angry? Yes, I suppose you were. And had every right to be, given the circumstances. Ears pricked, Faramund endeavoured to listen a while longer, laugh lines stretching as the tale unfolded. 'Regret and I are old acquaintances. Fear not, syr, for I won't emburden you with mine.' Not if I can help...
  16. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Faramund's gaze did not falter as Oliver spoke. Perhaps, he thought, or perhaps you're underestimating just what one man can achieve, even one so foolish as I. He suppressed the urge to speak up, knowing that the slightest of provocations could start a fire between them bright enough to eclipse...
  17. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Faramund weathered the tirade, stone-faced. Oliver may have been justified in his outburst - certainly, it seemed he had put some thought into the matter. But the armour around the Sworn's soul did not chip or crack, the bark proving more potent than the bite, this time around. The Pursuant's...
  18. Faramund

    Private Burials

    The question hovered in the air between them. 'Your guess is as good as mine,' replied the Sworn. 'I know not the motives of others. Hells. I don't even know my own, half the time.' Spinning webs, forging bonds of brotherhood and friendship, that had been his game. A spy embedded in the enemy's...
  19. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Asked. Begged. Big difference. 'Not the first time, believe you me.' In Crown's Hold, at the onset of his downfall. That was the start of the end for me. The straw that broke the camel's back. He had not been the same since. Sure, he continued to pretend that everything was fine - even through...
  20. Faramund

    Private Burials

    Content? Such a low bar they set for themselves, and yet still they struggled to reach it. 'How things are,' Faramund repeated the words, finding in them some semblance of his lost humour. 'I could ask you the same. How are things between us, Syr?' In the presence of healing, if your presence is...
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