Latest activity
-
Sabinian replied to the thread Private An Antidote for All Abnegations.There had been a lot of time spent examining carrots and cabbages, sun going up higher and higher in the sky, air getting warmer, the... -
Lila Lacrimosa replied to the thread Open A Weeping Night.A successful hit by Mathis, the crab reacted from instinct, not a calculation. Lila hoped that meant this were more beast than a being... -
“Am not—!” “Er…” “Are too! Are too!” “’Ey now—” Little Isabelle’s face screws up with indignant rage as she begins to yell... -
Rinrose Fainlight replied to the thread Open Emergency Ordinance.Having direction in life was a godsend. Whatever thoughts had began shattering the foundation of Rinrose's mind were washed away by the... -
Evensong managed to get one step ahead of Forbitter, propelled by Sabinian's unsaid duty. Field Sworn of the Wylds, Sabinian had a soft... -
It’s quite a change which seems to come over Syr Sabinian there, as he stares at that revenant cow. Something tender enters the man’s...
-
Taut shoulders relaxed enough that no one could accuse Sabinian of having a broomstick up his tush, though his posture matched a royal's...
-
“Wear gloves, Syr Osytha.” “I’ll find some clean ones right away.” Osytha glances up to the man. “I appreciate it, Syr Sabinian.” They...
-
Woman looks a little nonplussed for a second there. Of course she has Forbítter? She needs a horse. Forbítter is a horse. Forbítter is...
-
Like a dark storm, Sabinian raced out to the stables. He believed Syr Cymbaline meant no harm, he believed she meant to do well by...
-
Word spreads quick through the monastery. When Osytha was much younger, she’d thought the Knights were many things — brave, wise...
-
Monroe had never been good at names. Her eyes lifted to watch the fallout from her true aim, what flame and arrow achieved. It... it...
-
“Are you of Dusk or Dawn?” Osytha’s face falls a little when she hears that. Syr Monroe really doesn’t remember her, then? Sure...
-
All that was around her was fire and panic and the screams of the dead. But she sprinted for her life, her knees aching from spilling...
-
Dig deep, son of Omin; defeat is not allowed. If you fall, who shall carry the standard of Revival? Mathis listed and watched her out...
