1. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The sound of rock sheared from rock. As the woods broke, and the earth did shake. A silver eye gleams through the dark. Singular and large. A dull silver moon, all its own, there betwixt the darkness. There between the black boughs of the old leafless maples and firs. It bleeds the feint and...
  2. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    A laugh, sick with glee. A swipe swipe swipe of long daggers there in the close space between them. Cloth, guard, flesh. Blood spilled across the floor as the whisps of black smoked whipped about the snap of white cloak. "The Babe himself," the agent laughed, a knife spun in his hand. "It is...
  3. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Small fingers gripped tighter around Faramund. Squeezed with an unnatural strength, and burried all the deeper with her unnatural weight. But as whimpers came trickle and drop, she sounded just a girl. That same girl which Faramund had delivered all those moons ago. "No, no," she whispered...
  4. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Breath pumped steady from Bebin's lips. Eyes ever-focused, limbs ever-ready as he felt the thin strings of the shroud weave about him. He watched as the three armed agent circled. Paced. Measured. Slow. No stranger to the clash this one. No words wasted. No movement too greedy. Silver steel...
  5. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    A tilt of the glass. A shift of the drink. A sharp sweetness full of bitter herbs. When the real luxury was the ice cold touch. Lights dimmed. Paintings and crystal fixtures shuttered against the walls. Bottles slipped and fell from the shelves in shattering pops and cracks. Whimpers and...
  6. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Gone. A timeless tree grew gnarled roots about silver helmed devil. Held that threat still. If for but a moment. Spurred on by Senara's Bard, so driven into augmented flesh. The dead elf's spell was held there in the mantle by all that had been woven into that space. The lives that had...
  7. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    The elf gave the lifer a narrow look and a quirk of her lip. "S'pose there's no harm in tellin one of the Hargrave's own," she jut her chin, and stood a little taller. Looked over her shoulder, as the enginseers went on with their work. Her hard stare came back to the red cloak. "Word is, he's...
  8. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Bebin jut his chin towards the dawnling, craned his neck and motioned towards the door. Go. A vox crystal hummed into tune there in the bar room. The bit of magitech housed in a well constructed box, mounted high on the wall. "E-excuse the turbulence, folks, just hitting a bit of a rough...
  9. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    There came no sound but the clack of claw against cold stone. Step after steady step, the Keeper's keys stayed silent. A placid eye of pewter, wide upon silver helm, began to come alight. Runes of Loch and Death, language so familiar to the weavers of the Order, burned strange there upon the...
  10. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "The child is gone," Bebin said without breath. "Our brothers have walked into a trap," he turned his eyes forward. "We go to spring them out," moved on toward the Mount. In the holding cells, all manner of souls waited about in defeat. Some chained to the stone, left to hang against their...
  11. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    A pain like a nail driven through the skull. Bebin pressed a thumb to the side of his nose. Huffed hard to spatter the blood born of his cranium about the floor. Wiped what mess away from bristling whiskers. Slung his bow over his shoulder as the scythe wielder twitched a mess upon the earth...
  12. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    It was a dull sound that thumped the wind. A sharp whistle as arrow and shaft split the air. A punch through cloth and leather hard enough to tear through flesh. One man fell. The one with broken bones screamed. Cold horror mixed with the fire to fight as he stumbled away from the Sunless...
  13. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Bebin gazed down at the young man, draped in his Ring's shroud. "First Weaver Tildara," Bebin corrected. "An excellent judge of character," He'd never known the Rings to call their tutors Matrons nor Fathers. Their pursuits of the Shroud far removed from most binary thoughts. Titles denoted...
  14. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    A hint of a laugh, there on her lips. "S' my job to notice," she dipped her head. "But you are welcome all the same," she said easy as she went on with her work. A young and curious face approached their party. "M-malik?" caution full in the voice, as a ledger was clutched the tighter to...
  15. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    In the mind, at the Mount. The edges blurred. Splintered and washed away, ever just, as each waning pulse, ebbed and ebbed with the last bolts of life that stormed there in the grey. Ate away at the vision. Halls of cold stone. Metal twisted about the paths. Wrought into hinges and locks that...
  16. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Fingers flexed, and coiled quick to answer. Nothing. But his solemn disposition maintained its cool composure. "I've learned to trust the fair Mund, young Lord," Bebin said, with a swirl of his drink clutched in his hands. The spice and citrus mixed sweetly in the effervescent crisp of the...
  17. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    Still in the dream of a dying mind, Bebin stood still in the waking world. Bent low to the fast-dead man. Finger pressed betwixt their brows where a third eye might open. Breath calm. Rhythm steady. His own eyes closed to the waking world, though the light of Loch traced and shimmered cross...
  18. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    "It is not my first time departing from Cloud Keep's docks, young Lord," the Dusker reasoned with the youth. A welcome crook to his lip. "But mayhaps, I'll see the sights before we make landing," Worse things in the world than a well mannered noble. Far worse. A moonglow smile turned...
  19. Bebin

    Private As Above, So Below

    Upon the wooden boards that lined the deck, sat folded upon himself, Bebin. Eyes shut to the light of the world about him. The sounds of the ship. Creaks and hums. The high song of shroud-engines hard at work to keep the lift-balloons full. All distant. Muffled. As if they wove through thick...
  20. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    There in the dark waters betwixt life and death. Those moments where the mind still raced, though the heart had stilled. A shell within a shell. The last storms of life that raged before the final night. Bebin could see the many ripples of moments shimmer across the swell of waves that surged...
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