Recent content by Amadeus Greywood

The second a word passed her lips Gilgamesh was already thinking at a million TPS (Thoughts Per Second) dedicated wholly to overanalyzing the simple compliment. He caught himself tensing when her magic reached out to adjust his clothes, as if prepared to ward off an attack. "You look nice..." A...

This is all too soon... This sentiment echoed repeatedly in his mind. As the carriage took him away from the Archive he massaged the dragon head of his cane and thought hard, putting his immense intellect to the test. Far too soon... Gilgamesh felt like a fool for not considering the...

Gilgamesh stopped at her call and whipped his head around to look at her, concern flashed across his features before he had a chance to conceal it. He furrowed his brow. Tonight? He could hardly recommend that for her condition, being bedridden until she's had a chance for some actual restful...

As if on que. That girl had a sixth sense for timing as she flew like a bullet through the door and to her mother the instant she saw that she was upright and awake... And in her right mind. Gilgamesh barely shifted out of the way in time to avoid being pushed over by Charity's exuberant and...

"Shush..." He interjected before she could wander too far down that path. "I will explain everything later. For now just rest." That was... Unexpectedly almost too much for him. Her willing touch on his hand... He didn't realize how much he missed it. He wanted to kiss it, but for now he had...

When Amadeus brought a maimed and unconscious Gwendolyn back to the archive he began her treatment immediately. She was finally in a form where he could reach her, where he could help her and heal her. As she laid on the bed in her half-dead state he sat by her side and channeled his power into...

Amadeus defended himself with equal devilish ferocity, counterattacking as he was able amid the blur of violence which Gwendolyn was also able to keep astride, defending herself like a beast and a graceful fencer all at once. "You are not where you were, Gwen! Look around you and see where you...

Amadeus stood firm, that's how he faught. She lashed out with her shadowy claws and they clanged like steel against his sword as he expertly batted them aside. The darkness did not come from him, she fought with a different power that he couldn't identify. Wherever Faustian sent her, this is...

The sheer disrespect... What he extrapolated from her slip of information was almost more than he could stand! They trapped Gwendolyn's soul without his knowledge in god's know what far flung corner of the ethereal, and then thought they could use a wizard to bring her back with some form of...

Gilgamesh... No, Amadeus... No, Ahzidal finally arrived at the archives. The catastrophe has occurred, Gwendolyn's body has been stolen and it wasn't at the graveyard where she was supposed to be. Heticate and Faustian will help him find her. But... As he approached the archives he began to...

Gilgamesh listened attentively. He made a bold claim, but one his research seemed to support. Their track record was nothing to sneeze at and Gilgamesh was cautious enough to not underestimate anyone at this point. He nodded sagely as Dom finished his spiel. Gilgamesh glanced meaningfully at...

Gilgamesh took his seat gracefully with a squeal from his leg brace. He hooked his cane on the back of his chair and picked up his glass when it arrived. He swirled the contents of his drink for a moment while Dom and his daughters interacted, then took a sip, sampling the flavor. Deciding he...

"Your concerns are noted, Heticate." His tone around them in the carriage was much different than it was now. His tone invited no argument, but even they could detect the softer edge in his voice and treatment of them both as opposed to their previous history... Before their mother was killed...

"The Watering Hole", such a quaint name, if not a bit unoriginal. Gilgamesh Briarthorne stepped down from his carriage with the aid of his cane, the metal brace encasing his right leg squealing in protest every time he bent his knee or put weight on it. Two younger women exited the carriage as...

He felt the change in her, deeply. Her indulgence in his power has brought her to new heights and it suffused with her, transforming her and ever so slightly imbuing her with a greater portion of his demonic nature, and he hadn't even revealed his true name to her yet. He watched as she...