Recent content by Asher Vanak-Duth

There wasn't any avoiding the slog through the marshlands, so forward they went. The horses were well-trained; they didn't make a fuss about the murky water. The Baron - and all his gear and livery - got to stay dry atop his steed, as the rest of them fanned out through the muck. Tt was quiet...

The arrows Asher had collected were handed off to one of the Baron's archers. He held them out across the line as a peace offering, but a dirty look was all the thanks he got. Still, they were snatched up and returned to a quiver, and Asher was allowed to turn back to the trail where Cato stood...

Asher didn't know much about the nobles of the Marches, even before he'd gotten that axe to the head. The names being spoken sparked no meaning to him. He knew the Reach, though. Big stone place on a hill, with lots of vantage points and scouts and very few places to approach unseen. Hard to...

Asher found himself leading the pack through the woods. He really hoped he was leading, and not fleeing from a freshly estranged employer, anyway. Coward that he was, his path was sure through the wood. He knew about low-hanging branches and slippery patches in the moss and not to step down too...

Suddenly there was that space that they had so desperately been fighting for, brought on by a burst of some telekinetic magic. Useful. Dangerous, too, if one got caught on the wrong side of it. Asher made a note not to zone out around his new boss, if he could do that kind of stuff without so...

Asher's head was empty of a lot of things, but his limbs remembered this. How to push off a blade come from nowhere, how to fight for ground, how to hack away until there was clear space between us and them. A lot of us had fallen, to get here. Zesed was on the ground, an arrow sticking out of...

Pulled by an inexorable force, Asher kept walking through the woods. They were the sort of forested land that had once, and fairly recently, been occupied by people. The underbrush was low and scraggly, deadwood had been regularly cleared off the ground for next year's fires. He and Basil had no...

Asher was mildly dazed at the compliment the knight woman gave to him. He blinked at her, the underneath of his pale eyes looking awfully fragile. "Uh, thanks," he said, stepping away to let Valdis soothe the horse in his place. He kept his hands on the reigns though, and would until the young...

Asher followed dutifully behind Larka as she picked her way across camp, and Basil the carthorse followed dutifully behind him. It's head was hung low, and every now and then it would pause to nibble at a stray tent flap or tuft of grass, perhaps hopeful for more clover. When they caught up...

Hey all, sorry for holding things up this round! I've been out sick for the past couple of weeks, but am feeling much better now and still excited about this thread :) I plan to make my Asher posts much shorter from here on out, just to keep the pace steady and make the turn order smoother. I...

Asher nodded solemnly as the first card was laid down. From how kind the other villagers had been to him when he was still recovering, it seemed likely that he had been a good, hardworking lad. They were fully assured that he'd be able to pay them back for the healer's bill, even though his...

Valdis, the woman knight, and her squire Roki. He logged their names in the empty records of his mind. The yoke on Asher's shoulders swayed as he nodding solemnly along with the woman's steady words. He was glad she was a practical sort. Neither of them were the ones who had a lost a child. The...

Who is next? How about you, young man? Do you seek to glimpse the threads of fate and chance? Asher blinked at the fortune teller when she addressed him. He was not weighing what she said, but rather flicking his fingers across the remaining coins in his pocket. Having to rent Basil had left...

Soon after Asher and Basil the horse finished their warmups, the two hunters from before showed up at the stables. He listened intently as they spoke of their hunting dogs. His pale eyes were a bit empty when the question was proposed. "Hold on, let me ask." Asher stepped towards his borrowed...

The next morning.... Out late and up early, Asher was feeling like his coin had been a bit wasted on that nice inn. Still, having a mirror and a fresh basin of water to wash his face with was nice. He looked at his scars in the mirror. The last stitches had come out, and what was left over was...