Recent content by Arryn Cross

Arryn froze. Isla’s voice—sharp, commanding, cold as steel—cut through the room like a blade. And suddenly, he realised what he'd done. He'd been so hell bent on finding them that he'd more than overstepped a boundary. He knew how terribly they'd both needed to find respite, and he had just...

Arryn stood in the doorway, jaw tight, but his expression softened as he caught Isla’s startled gaze. He offered her a brief, apologetic look—more than a little sheepish—before returning his attention to the half-dressed, fire-eyed prince glaring murderously in his direction. “Explain!” Lynus...

The roar of the crowd had barely begun to fade from Arryn’s ears when everything erupted. One moment, the pit was electric with cheers, the next, the tavern descended into pure, unfiltered chaos. Shouts turned to snarls, fists flew in every direction, and the sharp crash of glass breaking...

The bastard grinned as he lifted his boot and aimed a few skull-crushing stamps down at Arryn's face. Pain be damned, he wasn't dying in this fucking pit. He rolled, and rolled again, feeling his ribs crunch. Sweeping his legs, the Hammer lost his footing and stumbled, giving Arryn a brief...

The crowd’s roar was deafening, but Arryn barely heard it. His head tilted slightly at the sound of the new challenger’s voice, something about it tugging at the edges of his memory like an old wound. He rolled his shoulders, stretching out the muscles, and turned to get a look at the man who...

Arryn chuckled, his lips curling into an amused grin as he noticed Isla's reaction to the drink. "You spent half your life in a bordello, and now you’re worried about a fight club?” he teased, lifting a brow. He couldn’t help but shake his head, his eyes scanning the fight below. One of the men...

Bexley's question caught Arryn off guard, his brow furrowing as he processed it. He straightened, glancing briefly at her before returning to the rack of training weapons to organise them. “Not technically,” he rumbled, his voice low and steady. “But… he’s as good as.” He adjusted a blade on the...

"Careful, Brett!" Arryn cautioned as he landed a hit. Brett stood there for a moment, the edge of the blade still in his hand, his chest rising and falling with excitement. He looked to Bexley, his eyes wide with pride and a touch of disbelief. "I—I actually got you with that?" he asked, his...

Arryn chuckled softly, clearly amused by her question. “Aye, that I do..” He gestured toward a busty woman weaving her way through the crowd, expertly balancing a tray of tankards. Holding up two fingers, he caught her attention. With a practiced motion, he tossed two coppers onto her tray as...

Brett’s face lit up with determination as he listened to Bexley’s words, absorbing them like a sponge. The weight of being taught by a Second Rank Dreadlord wasn’t lost on him, and though he was young, the gravity of it gave him a spark of pride. He moved with eagerness, striking and then...

The sword arced gracefully through the air, catching the sunlight as it descended toward Brett. The boy's eyes widened, breath hitching, until the weapon landed smoothly in his outstretched hand. A thrill coursed through him, and he turned to Arryn, eyes alight with wonder. Arryn cleared his...

Arryn looked over the two of them, his expression soft and uncharacteristically solemn. “With your vows spoken and your rings exchanged, you have bound yourselves to each other in spirit and in heart. These symbols of your love—both the cloth that ties your hands and the rings that rest forever...

"Mhm, right.." Arryn gave a vague shrug as she shoved a him, his tone all too casual as he looked her over with a faint smirk. “Change? Nah. If anything, the sweat and dirt might help you blend in a little better,” he added, laughing under his breath. Isla’s glare bounced off him without effect...

Arryn gave a small nod of approval before continuing. “Then by this binding of your hands, let your lives be forever entwined. Let the knots of this cloth be as the knots of your love: strong, steadfast, unbreakable." he said as he tied the cloth around their hands so that when they parted, a...

Arryn stood at the center of the archway, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he watched Isla and Lynus. His gaze softened, and with a small nod, he signalled to Brett, who quickly stepped forward, carrying a length of cloth in his hands—a symbol of the bond that would soon unite them. He...