1. Garrod Arlette

    Open Wicked things

    Garrod's white armored hand twitched. Ink nib snapped. Spilled black pool over the parchment. Pageantry. Traditions. Names with stories. All doled out. For what? A smirk. All curve of the knife. "Bad omen," he said, simple as. Tore the paper out of his ledger. Crumpled it up, and burned it...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    A snarl, all blooded teeth showed through cracked lips and red stained mask. Hungry. Sharp. Eyes that seemed hollowed out wells, and there at their pit, that same chartreuse light that blazed within the jewel. Spiral and ancient in its turn. Twisted the girl to its bidding. All laugh and...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Pay it no mind. He said. Pft. As if. The thing had sliced Jesp right open. Jesper Ghost Fingers. Buzzard's Buzzard. Too good at what he did for Dens to turn him away. Even picked up Tracker work, when he wasn't stalking the right tract. Cut him like he was fresh from the nest just learning to...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Open Wicked things

    Eye narrowed to knife's point. Watched the Wraithbinder, all parade through the Inn with her teapot. Felt his hand twitch. "If I may be so bold... You are a cazadore, are you not?" Grin all big as clawed fingers tapped on the old wood of the table. Eight bless that fucking innkeeper. He...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Brinda's nose was all scrunched up as she eyed the strange piece of armor, just dangling from old Jesper's pack of loot. Her own portion of the haul, mainly the clam shell of the breastplate, and the thinner of the two swords, hardly made a rattle as they trekked. Dulled by smuggler's cloth...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Heft his sword up, sweat starting to bead on his brow. Lungs pulling hard as the shroud thinned. Already thinner down in the depths. But you have me, Oh Bearer Mine, his fiend hissed in delight. Grit his teeth. Lips cracked to horrid grin. "Hello, Hankh," Well, that was just lovely was it...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    He laughed. "Or they are fucking buzzards," Slipped shirt on. Jammed it down. Gambeson, mail shirt. Glad for that. And his fucking knife still on his belt. Gave thanks for small graces as he pulled the leather straps tight through their buckles and loops. A nod to the suggestion. "You'll...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Open Wicked things

    Garrod cocked a brow as he stared down at the soup. "Pumpkin," he thought aloud. Stirring the steaming bowl all counter to the turn of clocks. "Never really thought on making soup out of em," spooned some into his mouth. Liked how the bread had gone all soggy and mushy in the mix of it all...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Remains [M]

    Sleep was heavy on his eye. Deep in his bones. Felt good across his skin. Shift and rasp as it did in those little moments when the mind stirred to wake. Did not mind so much, that some branch break, or bird hop had tripped his mind out of the deep lull. Muscles were wrapped warm against other...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Shook it off, took up the Old Cazadore’s hand with a grunt as he got to his feet. Pulled free the slab of metal he dealt death with. Stuck in the bite of bone that was the Clubber’s amalgam of a corpse. Just a hitch. The hive’s song clawed on, deeper in the darkness of the tunnel’s maw...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    The teases may have well been lullabies. "Washin up," Had him unspool and unwind. "Sounds good," Take joy in the moment of how well everything fit. Snug as a bug. And damn if he didn't like being a bug right then and right there. Thought of it made him smile as his mind fell into a warm and...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Eye traced the signet. Swollen with all its knowing. That was their ring. Knew that proud rose in full bloom too damned well. Jaw clenched. Fingers tight about the rapier, even as blood welled where its blade sank into pad of finger. Ran rivulets down its lightless edge. Belephus hissed a...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    All hiss and wail. Hive Song, old Cazadore's called it. Like the church bells ringing in the congregation. Didn't stop their steel from cutting it short. Narrowed point sunk through the gaps in the bone plate. Ripped upward with a full bodied grunt. Ribs cracked. Runes glowed. And the old...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    A long rise and fall whistle. "Still got your step, old timer," Garrod said, all grin as he eyed the wall of meat and steel that had just danced through the takers. Monsterslayer pulled from the leather that bound it. Runes sung with the faintest hint of shroudlight. All sunlight across the...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    "Be rude not to," he eased his monster slayer off his shoulder, set it by the wall near hole's entrance. The bite of its steel against the stone, almost a warning. Drew the long messer with his left. Snapped his fingers with his right. Inside the hole, a green flame flicked to life. Sparkled...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    When she spoke, he listened. Breath half held in his chest. Still warm as it swirled there beneath his bones. All fire, too stubborn to go out. All wind, carrying the what heat still burned up and through him as the breeze stirred the branches, and the nightbirds sang their low and distant songs...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Garrod fixed the strap of his monster slayer. Got up from the low crouch that had let him make better sense of the broken femur, rent through with hard claws. Bits of the bone gnawed on. Marrow sucked dry. "Hankh, Chima, and Paloma the Quick," not a greenhorn among them. Three Cazadores, all...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    The way her eyes looked. Cold and distant. Sent a shiver down his spine. Had him shift, feel the cold of the air more against his skin. Even with her warm and twined beneath him. Took in the scent of her. All that wilderness, ghosted by the scent of roses. Moved to grab another blanket rolled...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    "Nothing major," he said, with warm lilt to his voice. The nibble had him too pleased for all its little sounds. Its sharp bite. Sent shivers down his spine. All naked wiggle and shake to his toes. Made his skin tingle cold where she had trailed down his lines. Warmth bleeding right off...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Private Pale Leaves

    He went blind with her. Deaf with her. Mouth hung wide as all of him pressed up and arched and twist like the embers spit up from a fire's countless tongues. A moan dragged out of him, as something down in the pit of him cracked, broke, all spilled out in gouts. Eye so wide with the sight of...
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