1. Conrad Hornberger

    Open Sorry Sack of Bones

    The knife slid clean from the last of the sinew with a wet snick, and Conrad straightened, slow and deliberate, like a boulder remembering it can move. Broad, bare-chested, belly thick from the love of beer, arms roped with workman's muscle. Blood clung to him in streaks. Bits of fur too. Sweat...
  2. Conrad Hornberger

    Open Sorry Sack of Bones

    "Fa-the-diddle-dai-do, fa-the-diddle-day" The clearing stank of copper and wet fur. Steam curled off the carcass of a fat red deer, belly slit wide and spilling its warmth. The deer hung from a crooked tree, its back legs roped over a thick branch. Blood ran slow and dark from the gutted deer...
  3. Conrad Hornberger

    Oikeus, Vapaus, Vastuu | A Peasants' Rebellion

    Either Baron Grennfelt or Bands of Deserters, sign me up where you want me.
  4. Conrad Hornberger

    Conrad Hornberger

    He was not born into greatness, but into hunger. The fifth son of a crumbling noble house, he inherited little but dust, a old sword, a swaybacked horse, and a crumbling mill. Too poor to curry favor and too proud to beg, Conrad turned to the roads. Where law is weak, Conrad makes his own. He...
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