1. Gwynevere

    Open The Buzzard Queen

    "Fishing?" Gwyn asked, lips screwing up to a whirlwind's worth of incredulity. They jabbed a finger at the man with the funny hat. Their own floppy head covering's brim rippling, steeple cone bouncing. "You listen here, feather boy," "I apologize... I've done both fishing, and filleting..."...
  2. Gwynevere

    Ploughing thy shite up

    "That they are on your clothes." "Well, aren't you an astute ass," Gwyn hissed. Coiled and ready as any viper worth their scales would be. Syllables clipped. Eyes narrowed with how they keened the scene. "Shut up, hag!...Kadwyr...you would handle this" Hag. HAG! That hag's eyes blew wide...
  3. Gwynevere

    Open The Buzzard Queen

    In the Smithing District... where about newcomers and locals mingle and hawk. Long toed and high necked boots rest crossed atop the sorry excuse fore a table they had managed to set out. Marki's shield, the one the captain liked the most out of the painted lot put forward, was set before the...
  4. Gwynevere

    Ploughing thy shite up

    Brow arched, spine whipped up with nose flicked out. "Hag?!" they called out. Bottle looped up like the lazy end of a cudgel at the end of their long lanky arm. "Who in the bleeding hells are you calling a hag?!" Some guy stepped up and got between them. "...not a nice gy. Let him kick.... not...
  5. Gwynevere

    Ploughing thy shite up

    "Aye, you fucks," a voice slurred with too much drink called out. Hiccuped. Laughed with its own bounce. "What's all this then?" a big hatted sort came out of some shadow and piss laden alleyway. Wobbling this way and that, all scarecrow stuck in a storm wind. The long lanky fellow stopped...
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