1. kristofer

    Private The man at Breakleg Castle

    Used to be — That could’ve meant a whole number of things. Lately, homes had stopped existing more often than people merely leaving them behind. To consider themselves of somewhere else, or nowhere at all. And he bobbed his head. “ Never heard of it. Further south means but the Grenns to most...
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    Private Loud descends the Storm

    As voice composed to whisper, Natalya Lekander stilled to listen close. An offer and a plan, should she wish it. There for the taking at her word — she smiled, a dark little thing, an intrigued quirk to one brow. It grew temperate at the Boneknitter’s addition, all in the wake of a completed...
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    Private The man at Breakleg Castle

    He merely stared for a spell, pipe dangling off the side of his mouth as he foraged the rest of his pockets for fire. Eyes half-lidded and wearily curious, until his mouth twisted with amusement at what he took for irritation from his new company. At the sight of him, it appeared. “ So, we have...
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    Private Friendship, Perchance

    Whatever anxiety the old woman opening the door had sprouted in him, Lady Lysanne plucked out by its roots in quick succession. He could smile true, meeting her eyes as she spoke. When her hand was extended he took it, touch light like the cradling of a bird, and bent in a bow, head dipping down...
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    Private The man at Breakleg Castle

    Castle Murtohovi Towers The draft was atrocious. The surrounding bare stone was worse. Dank and drab, echoing with misery that was both new and age-old. Despite how high they were, it smelled of mold, shit and vomit up here, enough to singe the nosehairs off a man used to finer things. A man...
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    Private Loud descends the Storm

    Baron Hvithelm blinked, his face having screwed up with willful incomprehension. As the elven geist stopped speaking, he let his stare drift back to Natalya. “ You’ve brought me a poet. “ Ripping a small breadroll in half, Baron Lekander merely smiled at his remark. As one did when a pathetic...
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    Private Friendship, Perchance

    There was something terribly pleasant about the way her mouth moved when she spoke. Every word was soothing, an answer that was as reasonable, delivery proper and upright, all without being condescending. Like she knew exactly what he wanted and how, glad to give it. Was this the thing people...
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    Astersaar Archipelago

    ASTERSAAR ARCHIPELAGO A set of isles and skerries off the North Ilican Coast, towards Edjer Highlands, named after the abundance of aster flowers on their shores. In hues of blue, pale violet and even rarely white, they bloom betwixt the rocks and any which skerry, even where naught else grows...
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    Private a Bannerless Gaggle

    With the show of approval and a ruffle of his hair, the boy turned and left for the stables in an ear-to-ear smile. First Scout Gilbert watched him go, snorting as the lad nigh slipped on the slick, well-beaten mud of the yard on his way. The pleasant expression upon his face mellowed out a tad...
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    Private Friendship, Perchance

    The carriage rocked as the door opened and, at once, a figure exited. A shimmer of dark velvet and gold. Aukust dismounted at once, walking the rest of the way to whom he’d tentatively recognized as Lysanne. The dark tresses, impeccable posture, but most of all — her violet eyes. He couldn’t...
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    House Tourmalet

    i would much like to take part as the Steward!
  12. kristofer

    Ten Loyal Men

    would be real into claiming the traitor
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    Private Venture forth, Young Dawn

    Rodhan Barony Northwestern Woods “ Is he dead?” Aleksei Rodhan cleared the last of the bushes, arriving to where two of his men at arms had stilled. One standing, the other crouched before whom sat slumped against the rough trunk of a tall pine. Coming closer, he recognized the figure as...
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    Private a Bannerless Gaggle

    Not a word, but instead a whole lot of gestures, even the reveal of what remained of some sort of injury. And still, what surprised Marshal Hållfast the most, was that damn bow. Not once in his life had anyone bowed down in front of him — had it not been so terribly absurd come from a knight who...
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    Private Loud descends the Storm

    Camp Hvithelm, Hillfort Disputed Territory “ Baron Lekander riding in! Clear the way, you curs! “ There were shouts and hassling coming from within the walls and haphazard palisades as the camp ahead roused to attention. They’d been delayed to do so for how late the evening was, dark with...
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    Private Friendship, Perchance

    Rodhan Manor Tidings had come from the west. Undecided whether they were good or ill, Baron Rodhan eyed the horizon that stretched on for miles upon miles, nothing there yet save for trees and fields and the haze that’d fade them all out to a monochrome blur. There was about to be something...
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    Private a Bannerless Gaggle

    Somewhere in The Grenns Past gangly old canopies budding with leaves, shone the pale and all too bright Sun of a late morning. On an island of barely elevated ground stood an old stone Lodge, its grey walls steaming as the night slowly evaporated to the warming day. The bogs were beginning to...
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    Oikeus, Vapaus, Vastuu | A Peasants' Rebellion

    OIKEUS VAPAUS VASTUU JUSTICE, LIBERTY, RESPONSIBILITY rebellion in the Altalusian countryside PREAMBLE In the countryside, the marshes and the fields in the outskirts of Altalusia, temperance relents. The lords skirmish, caught in a deadlock over shifting borders, unable to negotiate...
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