1. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    The violence was quick. Measured. Without mercy or hesitation. Dulled thrums from a silenced string saw arrows streak to bring down one that had threatened Faramund. Another that broke away from the black pitch sun, who had come cracking skulls like a revenant made real. Half a scream ripped...
  2. Bebin

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "First to arrive them?" he said to Syr Vega. A nod, something like approval behind the glint of his eye. His pack lugged over his shoulder. Supplies more for the road, than for the mission itself. "One wonders who will be the last to depart," he said with a grin as he came to stop at his horses...
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