Recent content by Arne

"As astute a conversationalist as always, I see." Arne said, the sarcasm practically dripping from his tone. He placed the cup back onto the table. The false leg attached at his knee had lain outstretched this entire time, unbent knee shifting slightly as he finally pulled it back. The damned...

Arne knew that things would change. He had known that things had to change. That was a fact of this place. He knew exactly what Eva was talking about. There weremore than a few students whom he could recall that had ended up as little more than broken husks. Others who had thrived, and still...

"Excuse me." Arne said to Meredith and Eleanor, slipping from between the two girls and stepping towards Mars Pallatrix. The man had not changed much from the last time the two had seen each other, even though that seemed like a lifetime ago. It was said that Dreadlords did not age as fast as...

"Not you Mars." Arne jested. "You're too enigmatic to be a true monster." More than once he'd heard himself called as such. After Telthem, after Greshik he could never argue such points. Still, it had seen amusing even then. There was no doubt in his mind that he had pushed the precipices of...

"You don't have to tell me how cruel this place can be." Arne said flatly, his voice stern, his expression for the first time becoming utterly serious. His own time here had not been pleasant. In those days it had not been any more cruel than in Evangeline's time. There was always a certain...

Arne leaned back in his chair, glancing between Evangeline and Mars. "Well." He took another small sip. "I never was much of a fan of the leadership." A small chuckled escaped him, remembering the conversations he and Mars had decades ago. Even then the Houses had seemed...petty, broken. In...

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation to Arne, not a single drip. His expression was placid, calm. There wasn't any amount of grandstanding that seemed to affect him, not after all of these years. Not after everything he'd been through. "I don't care about any of that." He replied simply. "I'm...

For a few seconds Arne remained quiet, pushing the glass towards Evangeline. He glanced briefly over towards his friend. The two of them had not worked side by side for nigh on a decade. Before that though they had been as brothers. More than once the two of them had saved the others life. Mars...

Arne shook his head as Mars spoke, lips thinning. The thought of someone being prevented from sparring was utterly foreign. They were supposed to be building soldiers, warriors. If they'd wanted to punish the lad they should have made him fight wooden blocks bare handed until his knuckles bled...

Arne swirled the brown liquor within the glass, his lips thinning for a moment as he peered over the glass and towards his old friend. Mars and He had faced the worst of the worst. Through the decades they had fought Ogres, monsters, and the dregs of men. It had seemed simple on the...

Arne scoffed. "Contraband?" The very thought was utterly ludicrous. He had lived his life with more freedom than most of his brothers. His tasks sent him far away, and throughout them he had lived a life that even the Nobility would have been envious of. A fact that he had made sure to rub in...

Arne hobbled through the gate at the edge of the courtyard, his gaze flickering in search. The sound of a fight echoed out, and quickly drew his gaze towards the center of square. There he saw the gathered students, and proctors, all arrayed within a circle. They were all watching something at...