1. Rowan

    Open Anything For A Kill

    With a sigh, Rowan dropped her glasses against her chest and leaned back in her chair. She was disappointed in the explanation that followed the presentation of the sketch. Even though she'd been the one to pitch making a plan, the nature of the beast, as Tusk put it, would make that next to...
  2. Rowan

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Rowan pulled forward her armonium lenses from their chain around her neck, which doubled as regular spectacles. She peered through them from a few finger-widths away, leaning closer to the table until the drawing Tusk presented came into focus. "Looks like it's made from multiple anima...
  3. Rowan

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Garrod and the other one -- what was his real name, Dusk? Rust? -- were chatting in the way that men of some standing chatted. Saying this and that without saying much at all, because details were things with value and a professional never wanted to work for free. Rowan let them get through...
  4. Rowan

    Open Anything For A Kill

    There was a big, padded arm chair right next to the fire. The kind with wide arms and a sloping wingback, perfect for curling up in and forgetting the world. Rowan wanted to sit in that chair, she deserved to fall asleep in it and wake up with funny impressions on her face and her skin sticking...
  5. Rowan

    Open Anything For A Kill

    Rowan did everything so much more slowly than the seasoned Cazadores around her. They rode through the night like it was nothing, hauled in their gear like they'd done it a thousand times. Probably had. Even the kid was packed up and heading inside before her. It took Rowan a long time to get...
  6. Rowan

    Private Storms do not play nice

    The dwarf was released. He fell hard against the cobblestone, letting out a rasping cough. Calloused hands disappeared under his bushy beard as he rubbed at the parts of his throat made tender from the cold. But Rowan wasn't paying attention to him. Behind her thick-lens glasses, her eyes...
  7. Rowan

    Private Storms do not play nice

    Going out drinking was the sort of thing people did when they'd had a rough day. Rowan was having a plenty rough enough day. Another apprenticeship rejected at another atelier, just like the day before, and the day before that. She was wandering the street in a nonspecific way, pondering which...
  8. Rowan

    Open Docking procedures

    Rowan laughed at what the sailor surely thought was a sly compliment. It was the quiet, breathy laugh of someone more used to chittering in a workshop than being in the bustle of the sky docks. "That would be an embarrassing way to go," she replied, accepting the man's hand. She gripped him...
  9. Rowan

    Open Docking procedures

    Two well-dressed women stomped in desperate strides down the skydocks. One was tall and lanky, dressed in blue robes. The other was short and round, her red hair tied up in a green ribbon. The lanky one's name was Rowan. She seemed to be lagging behind, a wince of pain jolting across her face...
  10. Rowan

    Rowan Maurelle

    the picture here broke :(
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