1. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    Rich bastard's muscle was an unfair approximation of the truth. He wasn't just hired muscle though. He had certain tenets and ideals he held strongly to. This more often than not led to conflicts and clashes with the lord or lady his services were pledged to at that particular time. He was...
  2. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Private a Bannerless Gaggle

    Gregory's pale blue eyes tracked back and forth as the conversation flowed between the First Scout and the Marshall. He stood still, his back ramrod straight, his gaze looking into the eyes of whomever spoke to him. When the boy brought up Arrowdale, the giant's expression shifted into a frown...
  3. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Private a Bannerless Gaggle

    War - the currency of men and women playing chess with lives as pieces. The currency that left a bitter taste in your mouth as you saddled up again, and again, turning your horse's snout to face the next conflict. The wear and tear on the body that left you sore for days with bruises you didn't...
  4. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    Gregory tried and failed to hide the frown when the woman pushed the coins back toward him. It was simply against his chivalric code to allow her to pay for dinner when he had the funds and the desire to do so, which he did. Though recent brushes with his fingers had shown his coin purse to be...
  5. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Gregory's pale blue eyes blazed with the inner fires of battle. His gaze flitted left, right, up and down, seeking the next threat, the next incoming projectile he would need to react to. Armored feet clumped forward, one after the other, again and again, nearly mechanical. Dented plate...
  6. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    Gregory watched the smaller woman slide down off her stool, pale blue eyes curious. He made no move to stop her or inquire though. He quickly lost track of her in the crowd and returned to nursing his mug of ale. His finger traced the lines and ridges of the wood, imagining the tree they could...
  7. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Thunk. Thunk. The repetitive thunks of bodkin points striking deep into the granules of the makeshift wooden shield told him that he had garnered the attention of some of the archers if not all. He bit his lip when one arrow struck and bounced off the armor of his knee. It would bruise all...
  8. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    The story that began was not the one he had expected to hear. It was a story that one would tell their sibling or loved one. A secret that was shared when the bonds were far deeper than the ones shared between them. Alas, it was her secret and she carried the weight of deciding who she would...
  9. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    Gregory was familiar with the look the smaller woman was trying to hide. It was something that he had been forced to accept as part of his life and interacting with the public as a knight. He could hide behind a helm, the visor pulled down. The worst part was that he couldn't do anything to...
  10. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Gregory was in his element. The thrill of battle was almost consuming. The chance to pit his mettle against that of another in armed melee was every knights' dream. His body transitioned like a well oiled machine from one position to the next, his blade moving up and over to come swinging...
  11. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    Gregory did not miss the skepticism in her glance at him, nor the suspicion that followed when nothing came from his mouth to accompany it. This was a familiar ritual with the giant warrior, a game he had been forced to adapt to the rules of to play. He was saved from having to respond to her...
  12. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Up in flames [M]

    Gregory had heard the rumors of the growing instability in North Ilica, had heard tales spun into song by traveling bards. Growing strife meant a possibility of work and opportunities to showcase his skill with the blade and horseback. He had spent enough coin to purchase salted jerky and bread...
  13. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    Pale blue eyes shifted to glance slowly down to see the origin of the voice seeking his attention. The hauberk clinked as he shifted on the stool, the wood protesting. His gauntlet fingers ceased their tapping, one dark eyebrow rising in curiosity. The smallest of smiles tilted up the corners...
  14. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Open Thirsty for More Than Words

    The repetitive hoof-beats of Steadfast beat a staccato rhythm as the mounted hedge knight rode down the well-traveled road leading into town. The walls of the town had been growing slowly larger for hours and the dust had begun to coat his throat with an annoying layer of dust and his water-skin...
  15. Gregoryan A. Archambeau

    Ser Gregoryan Archambeau, The Mute Knight

    Born to a pair of farmers, Gregor desired more in life. He sought to become a knight, one of those famed soldiers of the sword who earned fame and prestige in the tourneys. He would conduct mock jousts with his siblings when his parents weren't looking and the days' work was done. He would fell...
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