1. Tusk

    Open Anything For A Kill

    "You've any leads on who penned the Caza Script?" 'None,' replied the orkin, shrugging, 'though they appear adamant that I should be the one to hunt the beast.' Tusk thumbed the obsidian mark burning a hole in his pocket. Whomever had penned the letter -or had it penned for them- had given him...
  2. Tusk

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    Tusk's mind flashed back to the tunnels beneath Elenhage, a severely wounded Garrod feasting on the corpse of a skintaker. Ironic, really. The orkin hadn't much appreciated it at the time. Still didn't, considering what was eating away at the One Eye, day by day. Gazing across at the...
  3. Tusk

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    'Received some bad news this morning,' the orkin grunted, eyes narrowed, wondering. 'Came with a fortune I'll likely ne'er find a reason to spend. Why? Worried about me?' Tusk affected a grin. It was a special occassion, after all, and new acquaintances got the benefit of the doubt. Brinda...
  4. Tusk

    Open Anything For A Kill

    'Ain't much holy about what we do, Garrod,' the orkin bit back, amused by the One Eye's scepticism. 'Though, I won't argue as to the righteousness of our cause.' Every monster needed a monster of its own. To maintain the status quo. And to keep mean ole bastards like them from turning their...
  5. Tusk

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Crimson-cut eyes flitted back and forth as the orkin read his own obituary. "For what it's worth, I truly am sorry.' The words resonated within the confines of his mind, like an accusation muddied by emotion. The piece of obsidian rested betwixt the spread of his arms, small as they were...
  6. Tusk

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Den Merillion, South-East of Cloud's Keep The month of Azokith, 350 E.O.D The Sun rises... The Den was always quiet first thing in the morn. Before the cock crowed, before the insensenate slept off their hangovers. It was a time where peace and reflection held hands over a bowl of stew. The...
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  7. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Blade hewed bone and breast as Tusk carved his way towards the Tear. Perched at its peak, the Queen watched him intently, elongated nails screeching, drawing blood from stone. Oily black tendrils seeped into the air. Porous. Polluting. The Brood Mother was old. Decades. Maybe even a century in...
  8. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    There was anger in the boy, enough to tear a soul from its anchoring if they weren't careful. And that fuck-ugly grin, the Soulkeeper scowled, eyes boring into Garrod's back as he walked away. Might well be part taker, for all the cruelty behind it. Getting a grip on his own simmering...
  9. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Emerald light waxed and waned as Garrod tumbled bodily to the ground. The shroudlight encasing Tusk's arms and muscles flickered, as if he were a shroudlamp in some dusty atelier. Whatever curse inhabited the Gauntlet had touched him too, he realised, albeit fleetingly. Blood dripped from...
  10. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    The Taker's neck parted like paper beneath the keen edge of Tusk's blade. Muscle, bone, sinew that bound the two together. And blood. Warm, sticky, straight from the source. Severed arteries frothed and gurgled as the monster's head fell to the stone at his feet, its body following in quick...
  11. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Of all the corpses filling the tunnels, those still standing spoke the loudest. Chima had been a good man, once upon a time. Resourceful, and magnanimous. Nary a harsh word to be heard about him. Had a smile that could light up a room, eyes that laughed and loved in equal measure. The Taker's...
  12. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    A life landed at his feet, ugly as it was short, all singed meat and snapping teeth. A booted heel snuffed it out before it could prove problematic. Tusk turned to Garrod as the dust settled, unmoved by the hostility in his friend's voice. 'Never were all that funny,' he growled, a flicker of...
  13. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    'Don't fight it,' he grinned, baring bloodied fangs. Easy to say, not so easy to do. Every instinct, every fibre of his being told him to resist, to fight the foreign influence washing over him. A baptism of fire, the crystals pulsed in rhythm with his heart, stripping him of his pain, and...
  14. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    Tusk held still as Daniyah drew the runes across his flesh. Magic was fickle and ofttimes volatile when not done properly. The slightest imperfection, the minutest of flaws, and that which healed would instead hinder, maybe even hurt. Insofar as he was concerned, a little pain was preferable to...
  15. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    Water as cold as the mountain stream from whence it had been taken splashed his neck. A gentle pressure held the cloth fast. Tusk didn't mind. If he ran, she would chase him. Escaping a Cinderlord was one thing, but evading Daniyah when she had set her mind to something was like trying to stop...
  16. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    'Aye, aye,' replied Tusk, nodding as Daniyah wandered off to where the earth parted and open sky loomed. 'Get some fresh air while you're at it.' Mountain air. Crisp and clean and refreshing. Just reward for a job well done. Easing himself down into a sitting position, Tusk watched until he...
  17. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    'My hero,' he muttered, grateful for her careful assistance. 'Keep this up and I'll split the bounty sixty-... forty.' It wasn't about the money; it never had been. Helping people, saving lives, making the world a better place for those who came after, that was the end goal. A lot of Cazadores...
  18. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    "You talk like you've already kicked it." 'You're the ghosthunter, Niyah. You tell me.' Ashen skin. Coagulated blood. Burns and wounds galore, and still he persisted, like some kind of ghoul in the dark. Haunting, or haunted. Tusk found it was hard to tell sometimes. 'Unless you're packing...
  19. Tusk

    Private Goddamn eldritch

    He had always been wary of knives in the back. But a hug? That, he did not foresee. 'Death is what makes life so precious,' the Cazadore intoned, surprised, and more than a little heartened by the gesture. 'To have known so many has been a blessing. To outlive them, a curse.' Steady was the hand...
  20. Tusk

    Private It Only Gets Darker

    Tusk looked to his companion, unfazed by his scorn, if a little perturbed as to what he had said to deserve it. 'Such callous disregard,' he tutted, hand on hilt, and an eye on the bone gauntlet. 'When did your heart grow so cold, friend?' The Soulkeeper let his words hang in the air between...
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