1. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    Quiet and careful, right. Stifling an enigmatic smile, Faramund let the Pursuant's words lead him back to the body lying out in the open. 'Not yet,' he confessed, sensing Oliver's anxiety and doing his best to dispel it. 'Mind you, if the fellow is pretending, he's doing an awfully good job.'...
  2. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The beastkin was unlike any Faramund had ever seen, though a part of him refused to be intimidated by the fact. Tall, muscular, its anatomy reminded him of the centaur-folk of the wild North. Hooved feet, arms as thick as tree stumps. Talons for shredding, antlers for skewering. And there...
  3. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    Smiling abashedly, Faramund rubbed the back of his neck. Not sure that's true, he thought, unwilling to accept Bebin's compliment. The one he received from the bartender, however, was another matter entirely. 'Thank you for noticing.' Glancing across to the tender, the dawnling nodded before...
  4. Faramund

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Faramund returned Castor's look, shrugged. 'It's not an illusion, that's for damned sure.' Staring up at the rockface, the dawnling sniffed, took a step closer. The ground leading up to it had been worn down beneath a hundred bootheels, and there were slight grooves where something heavier had...
  5. Faramund

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    'I think we're fucked no matter what we do,' Faramund said with a smile. 'But, if it were up to me, I'd avoid talking to this lot unless I had no other choice. One wrong word and suddenly it's blades bared.' And we both know how that would go. No, they would have to be subtle and smart with it...
  6. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    'None. Hide nor hair.' His voice little more than a whisper, Faramund studied the farmhouse as Oliver settled in his periphery. He had applied dirt to his forehead, brow, nose and eyes in preparation for a closer look. Breklinn had taken his bascinet into her safekeeping. Upon seeing the...
  7. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    'What he said,' the dawnling echoed, clinking glasses and tossing it back. Cocktails had never really been his thing, in truth, but the dusker had recommended giving it a try, and Bebin had yet to let him down. In life or in liquor. 'Not half bad,' he confessed, loud enough for the bartender to...
  8. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    'And here I was hoping for some peace and quiet.' There was a smattering of laughter as Faramund flashed a quick grin in response to the Pursuant's words. A fist collided with his arm, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the dawnling. 'Ass!' Smiling, Syr Breklinn laid a hand upon the...
  9. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    'Bebin,' Faramund replied, finding his friend mid-meditation. 'Yes, the view was quite breathtaking, so long as you don't gaze too long into the abyss.' Though riding upon an airship was a novelty, it was not one the dawnling longed to repeat. The sway and shift, the thrum and whine of...
  10. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    'Aye.' No plan survived contact with the enemy, but it was always a good idea to have something in place to fall back on. 'I can always take a mosey on ahead, should the need arise.' Scouting was his business, and had been for as long as he could remember. Not that my memories can be trusted, he...
  11. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    It wasn’t real, none of it was. A bad dream, conjured up by a depraved mind. Surely, it must be, thought Faramund, pressing on in spite of the thoughts racing through his head. Surely this is all just a bad dream. Villages don’t just up and disappear, people and all. There would have been signs...
  12. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Blanketed in silence, Faramund stalked his way deeper into the seaside village. The cold clung to him as he passed buildings in varying states of abandonment, each as dead and empty as the next. He did not pause to search them. There was no point. Whatever trickery had separated him from his...
  13. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Grunting noncommittally, Faramund vaulted from the saddle to land beside his horse. Though he didn't view himself as a pessimist, he found it difficult to believe anything could live in a place like this, let alone thrive. The Catastrophe, that most strange of phenomena, had struck the coasts...
  14. Faramund

    Private Nightwork

    'And impatience leads to ruin. Worry not, brother. Syr Lionel is many things, but a fool? Hardly.' Staring ahead, Syr Faramund studied the brother-Anathaeum. Having himself been partnered with Syr Breklinn, the dawnling could not claim to possess the same qualms the ever-personable Oliver did...
  15. Faramund

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The dead were laid out in repose. Sleepers eternal, they did not hear the words shared between brothers. Castor's comment solicited a wry chuckle from the dawnling. 'Ain't no rest for the wicked,' he replied in turn, removing his mask, the thin layer of ash and mud pasted there, around the eyes...
  16. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    Mounting up, Faramund followed behind Aarno and Farren at a leisurely pace, his eyes on the ridge and the roadway behind them. 'Lovely bit o' scenery!' He remarked happily, his voice muted by the fog. Bloody shame we can't see any of it. Lóthlindor had warned them of this, before. How the...
  17. Faramund

    Private As Above, So Below

    The skies over Cloud's Keep were awash with flying vessels. Deep-bellied mercantile ships. Sleek, ballista-laden frigates, and there, between Coin and Crown, a lone passenger ship bound for Crown's Hold, the capital of the Kingdom of Altalusia. 'About time, too!' Stood atop the foredeck, his...
  18. Faramund

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The Watcher's listeners were removed from their posts, one by one. Slow going, thought Faramund, wrapping the corpse at his feet up in a bloody cloak before dragging it deeper into the shadows. Better slow than exposed. They still had some ways to go, some ways to climb. Staring up at the...
  19. Faramund

    Private For Whom the Bell Tolls

    The waters off the coast had grown particularly cold as of late. Green and foamy and full of dead things, the waves washing up on the stony shore below brought with them tales of desolation and despair. Ignoring the stale stench of death in the air, Faramund took a long, hard look at the...
  20. Faramund

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    So, this was it. The past coming back to haunt him. Sat atop the Eldyr's Lookout, face turned to the missive in his lap, Syr Faramund of Dawn read and reread the orders scribed there. Retrieve the Trinemorro child, it went, recover whatever intelligence is possible. Four names, two objectives...
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