Recent content by Aarno

His brows rose with question as he was suddenly spoken to, look bouncing first to golden eyes and then to what was being offered. A flask, the fun size. “ Darthinian. “ He uttered in mock outrage, free hand clasping at his chest. From there it went to accept the flask in short order, picking it...

“ Some fate. “ He snickered, folding away the slip and pocketing it. “ Not mind participating so much? “ His brows arched, exaggerated disbelief upon him as she begun leading them off again. “ Is there anything you actually do mind? Even being injured in battle seemed to faze you very little. “...

His head perked up at the fated arrival, the fellow dusker’s grin met with one of his own, welcoming and appreciative. She had offered to fetch their plates and drinks whilst he kept a spot at the table and beyond him had it been to deny her that pleasure. As he’d watched her across the room, a...

There was no sign of Syr Faramund in the infirmary, ending him with the conclusion the man had gone a bit further on his quest than intended. Or perhaps forfeit it altogether and ‘gone for a drink’ instead, as he fancied joking about on the regular. Some months ago, Aarno might’ve yet taken...

The old man huffed in a tone much resembling amusement at the initial remarks, the knight’s deductions as they were, his weathered face betraying very little else. As if forced to do so by an ardent desire to keep distance, the broad table yet betwixt himself and his armed guest, he stalled next...

There was cheer hollered at the knight prospect’s distancing back, a thanks for the compensation so generously rendered and left at the stall, but that did little to lift the foreboding air that’d taken the entire street. All stared, callously, as new quarry was picked and swiftly approached...

Before he knew it, he had already been firmly clasped and dragged along, to where else but to see properly what was about to begin at full force. He hadn’t a single protest for it, not for the better view nor the warm touch that commanded him to follow, the hand that so readily took his. It...

Requisitioned? A kindness from Her Lordship — Fancy. Giving a sly nod, he accepted the response without dispute or further question, attention drawn to Arbok’s arrival. He but spoke her name in greeting, a low mutter as the ever cheerful Gruki tended to properly welcoming everyone into their...

The witch was pointed in her aid, lending strength and precision to a strike that had been neither, corrupted by urgent haste. His grip on the blade was nothing short of a death-clutch, metal on the gauntlets clacking as steel made impact with all too much flesh, tendon, bone and cartilage. The...

The man’s expression didn’t ripple from its grim frown as the knight spoke both purpose and suggestion, if leaving yet enough suspense that one might hesitate. Foregoing instant answer, he hovered in the doorframe in silence for a couple seconds, eyes scanning the thicket about the hut and the...

Spellborne steam rose, blood aboil at the edges of a wound, flesh flashfried. Though beyond the beast yet was surrender, a sluggishness had come to the movements that sought to tear asunder with maw and claw, making it just the right amount slower that a snap might be avoided. If only just so...

He’d barely gotten his tea in hand when his name was called, reaching and heard clear in the cooling eve. With sluggish surprise he perked to attention at it, brows arched in question until he realized whose voice it had been. The squire’s shape was in the middle distance, already sat down with...

There was a specific scent to the night at spring, after a sunny day where dust and yet melting earth mingled in the air. A pleasant sort of freshness of a colder eve and waking flora in it all, something that was often lacking once summer properly arrived. The grass had greened up well in the...

The only thing louder than his own heartbeat was the relentless hiss of their foe, the entire world reduced to just that sound on their little island of strife amidst so much dark water. He squinted against the airborne grass, dirt and muck as the hydra thrashed, its attention torn betwixt the...

At the knight’s call, a momentary silence fell as an attention was roused unexpectedly. This appeared to be without greater alarm as sluggish movement reinitiated quickly therein, a grunt of a curse and the bending of a figure seeing something picked up from the floor. Heavy steps rung the...