Recent content by Bayde Foemarr

Bayde was satisfied- not with the turn of events as it were, but pleased at his own gut instinct for noticing the out-of-the-ordinary situation earlier. He was taken aback by the elf's sudden appearance, and by the obnoxiously bright flare of light that sundered darkness from the castle grounds...

Bayde slept with most of the garrison in the barracks, although lacking a proper bed slept with his back propped up against the wall, a thin shawl for his blanket. He slept in his armor, never mind the pinches and cramps he'd suffer: in a siege, precious seconds spent donning armor was precious...

"Was never a doubt about it." growled a man from the hearth of the fireplace. He nursed a warm bowl of soup, chewing bread between his teeth with such ferocity one imagined it had insulted his ancestry. Bayde Foemarr, the son of a smith had traveled lands far and wide- to land himself in a...

The mercenary reappeared from the thicket bushes, none worse for wear minus his ragged breath as he dragged two more corpses into plain view. "Aul' fahne." His accent reverted to his countryside background, thick and more guttural. This did not come without his notice and he paused his walk to...

"Blue-" cried Bayde, pulling his hammer from the corpse's skull. "That you?" The man was full of surprises, casting flashes of light and thunderous noises that was slowly starting to grate at his nerves. He barely had time to continue his sentence when another bolt skimmed past his neck- he...

Bayde snorted when he heard the blue-haired youth comment on his magical prowess. 'Favoured' him was putting it lightly; he had seen the boy call lightning and thunder, bending nature to his will. He kept his silence instead, shifting uncomfortably at the thought nagging at the back of his mind...

My bad, didn't notice we were in Alliria; edited my post so it makes more sense.

What tension left in Bayde left with the sound of crackling thunder nearby so loud that his soul nearly left his body. It was a blessing in disguise, because the same noise caught the bandits completely flat footed. Before they could recover the mercenary quickly shook the fear from his body and...

Blue winter rose I use a dark theme, so the light color scheme doesn't bother me too much but I hear people complaining about it often, so I may change the tone/color. Sorry!

Bayde was a son of a smith, not a mountaineer. A hike through the Steppe without a mount was not what he would call enjoyable, but when work called. . .well he lived a hand-to-mouth existence, so he shouldn't complain that hard. Even the walk to the small town took its toll on the man, who...

For a trek through bandit-wrecked lands Bayde had an uneventful ride. His light morning meal of stale bread and cheese churned in his belly as he eyed the scenery, uneasy with the peace. It was not until early mid-day did the wagon stop its perilous trek in a small clearing for lunch, which was...

The dawn star dragged the shadows of the two men that stood in front of the tavern. A third man, clad in steel half-plate joined them in a short moment, whistling a folklore tune as he hefted a bulging rucksack over his shoulder. His hair was a ruffled mess and there were noticeable bags under...

Bayde took the man's hand and shook it firmly. "Bayde, son of who cares, really. Listen," he said, leaning closer to the merchant. "you're not thinking of walking in the rain are you?" The mercenary continued to dig into his meal, stuffing his cheeks with stale bread dipped in gravy. He looked...

There was a sopping wet crash that broke the general peace of the tavern as the front doors swung open to the tune of a thunderbolt cracking across the darkened skies. A drenched stranger stepped into the room only to be mobbed by the maid with a bundle of dried clothe. Her banshee wails of wet...

Always down for travels to distant lands and the opportunity to earn gold by smashing heads with a hammer.