1. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    The slam of muscle jostled him even through his armor. Grin blooming just a bit more at edges that softened with warm feeling. As the big charming bastard that he was coming to know jostled him. A chuckle rolling out of him. When she grabbed his arm and raised it up high, well, all that cocksure...
  2. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    More peeled the laughter from the armored throat. Down came the great-sword. Smash went the heavy blade against the earth. Its magicked runes glowed as green flames licked along the tool's edge. "YoU sPeAk As If AdDrEsSiNg SoMe FoOl MaRk, HoStLiNg," the fiend within the helm barbed. Its green...
  3. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Pant after ragged pant sucked down breath through his grit teeth. He would go and get her. He had to. That damned girl. He had cost her her arm. "Stand. Down." What little breath was left in Garrod's lungs squeezed out. Shook his head. Nod. He stayed. Heaping wreck that he was. Come the...
  4. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    A laughter peeled out from the swirl of cinders and smoke left there in the horrid hungry fat thing's wake. The forest about them turned to bent matchsticks. Warped and carbonized to crispy stillness. "YoU rUn, NoW? gLuTtOn?" the white headed fiend reverberated within the wild grinning helm...
  5. Garrod Arlette

    Private Simply Fishing

    There at the bank, beside some bush, Garrod sat. Partially obscured, for, he imagined, fish had a way of sensing your being there, if you made it too easy. Stillness. Quiet. Patience. Aye, those were the ways of the fisher. Oh, but if you were just a lowly fisherman, Oh Bearer Mine. The...
  6. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    Garrod huffed a bounce of a laugh come the coin turned up in Cahndi's hand. "Trickier and trickier, I see, Muscles," Chandi smirked, and tucked away the silver piece. 'I'll have it right out, you silver tongued fiend," she said, sauntering and swaying her way toward the kitchens. A shake of...
  7. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    Whip quick. Fuck. You really stepped into it this time, Oh Bearer Mine. Sure as the Shattered Mirrors he did. Saw that massive jaw come open. Red as the gasping mouths of the Mheara. Then came the searing white. Steam. He grinned the wider. Dug his bootheels into the ground, laid the road of...
  8. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    The wolf seized at the show of death white claws. The jewel in the strange chitinous plate gleamed so wicked, it struck a nerve enough for the grey pelted beast to hesitate. Teeth still bared, growl rumbling in its throat. At the call of another voice. The rustle and scrape of another big...
  9. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    While the old foggies went on talking. Brinda played with her new knife. Tossing it up and down. Up and down. Watching the handle tumble end over end. Blade glinting as it caught the light of candles and lamps flickering and waning along its patterned steel. Wave steel, she thinks he had called...
  10. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Down he ravine they went. Tumbling. Knocking. Holding on to each other. Garrod's armor took much of the blows. But his bones broke all the same. Arm. Rib. Shin. He could feel them all pounding under his skin. Throbbing. Pulsing. Even with his eyes heavy. And the dust settling. Fucking hells...
  11. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    A laugh barked out of him. "Such speed!" he cried as all that beast wrecked itself against the world about them. The wall of heat that followed it, whooshed there in its thermal trail kicking up rocks that pinged and panged off his armor plating. White shock of hair flared out and whipping...
  12. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    Brinda thought on the story. "That's stupid," she said. Anger in her voice still, tired and strained as it was. "Black cats are just cats, like all the rest," she sounded every bit her youth then. If only for that moment. "They aren't good, or bad, they just are," Garrod laughed at that. A...
  13. Garrod Arlette

    Private Brought Low, Killed Hungry

    "Thought you were smarter than this Blanco..." Garrod grinned at that. "No te hagas el pendejo, Gante." Got to moving. Kit ready for the kill. "Let's hope we still got cojones to count when the last feather falls." "I already told you, Gante!" Brinda grinned back with a clap of her...
  14. Garrod Arlette

    Private Double the Fiend

    There behind the cover a great stone, the Cazadore sat. Greatsword runed with magicked seals as it was, leaned against his shoulder, and gleaming, long and full of its mortal's menace. Could feel the beast rumbling through the woods as it was. Graceless. For power knew no grace. Ravenous...
  15. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Brinda tried. And tried. To weasel and wiggle her way out. "You gods damned mantis!" But don't you know a really fine blade has a spirit. And if you don't respect it, the spirit will go dull." Brinda blinks. Stares at the knife. "Spirit?" Kinda reminded her of that Witch. She was good with...
  16. Garrod Arlette

    Open Roads no one remembers

    Swords clashed across the Suldazan sands, still bleeding their heat from the day's sun as horse's hooves thundered their turn and charge. The harsh ring of steel, punctuated by the horrid bray of mares and trumpet of stallions as the desert's air turned colors pulled to rainbow flares. A turn...
  17. Garrod Arlette

    Open Anything For A Kill

    A bight of laughter clipped against Garrod's teeth. "Righteousness," kicked up his feet on the table and leaned back in his chair. Arms dangling with the angle. "That sure is a word for it," Murderers murdering murderers. Monsters killing monsters. And still, he grinned at it. "Oh, aye...
  18. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    The child stared at the woman with her smiles and her story. The youth's eyes, wide and open, showed little of that softness that came with most young ones her age. Eyes that had seen much and more already in her adolescence. Steely, for all they had endured. Sharp, for that was the only way she...
  19. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Hunter of Hunters

    "Ohh, where do we start, One Eye? Any recommendations? ... And was he serious about free run?" "Fod is free, and you get a ration of booze" he said with a smile twisting about the vapors of his breath. "Perks of being a Cazadore den," pride lined in his voice. "The best stuff though," he tap...
  20. Garrod Arlette

    Dare Chewed up and Mangled

    The child, just a slip of a thing. Malnourished, thin, and half dead in her cocoon of ruined blankets, with bloody crags where her skin had been split, as if by claws. Still, she smiled. Croaked out a breath. All iron laden, and blood drenched as the One-Eye's. "I'd like that," she confessed as...
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