Recent content by Bebin Theros

"First to arrive them?" he said to Syr Vega. A nod, something like approval behind the glint of his eye. His pack lugged over his shoulder. Supplies more for the road, than for the mission itself. "One wonders who will be the last to depart," he said with a grin as he came to stop at his horses...

Rolled: 12 A grin, sharp across the Pursuant's lips as he took the dusker's hand into his own. "Doubtlessly," he said as he dipped just the more into the bow, rose, and pulled her toward him. Easy footwork saw her at his right side, their arms in neat fold, as if dancers, ready to take the...

Bebin made open his piece of parchment. His eyes scrawled across the lettering. Sloppy. By his estimate. But legible enough. A bit of luck then. That he would be paired with one so easy to carry. His hands folded the parchment, quick and sharp. Handed it to some squire he was on their way...

A proud huff. "I can speak only of those stumbles I have made myself," the Pursuant fed. The current went on with its churn. Down in that dark mirrored space. Where up was down, and down was North. The tentacle of the octopus ebbed and flowed. Whirled and danced. Bound by the streams of...

"Squire," Bebin said, a bit tight lipped. His eyes sharp and unwavering. A breath in. Long and cool. A small laugh huffed from his nose. A bit of flesh, not so dissimilar from the one pointed back at him. "You bare even more of your mother's countenance than last we met," his features eased...

"Are not all things, new to us?" Bebin asked, with a smirk fixed upon his lips. "Gone from our mother's wombs, we forget how we swam in dreams born of her blood," he bowed his head, and shut his eyes, and the octopus turned to murk, "Pulled from the waters of her life, we scream, blind to all...

That she held her composure beneath the depths was testemant to her mettle. Able to maintain her focus. Able to act. Able to question and resist. Promise, to be certain. But only time would tell how much of that promise would come to fruition. "What do you doubt?" he asked. The octopus...

It was all a dream. His hair short, his beard but scruff. A field of green before him. The mist of the morning that clung and crept across the night cooled needles of the chir pines. Still heavy with beads that shimmered like jewels along their run. Skirted tall sentinels that watched over the...

How the play of false light shimmered and shined. Dapple and flickered as the being born from Bebin's mind, drift about. Lazy as it was sure in its confidence. "Yet," he posed as the luminous form of the thing he had summoned, flew through the abyss about them. "There is no fish, here within...

The specter of Bebin grinned, there amidst the endless sea of dreams. The field of clarity, expanded, by his own force of will, projected around them. Darkness. Clear and true and without silt, as far as their eyes could see. Their luminous forms there amidst the pitch. Stars across the...

She might feel the weight of the Loch bare down on her. Use words to struggle amidst its currents. Hold on to what she felt she knew, lest she be swept away by the endless sea of possibility. "What of the fish?" Bebin asked. A cruel curl to his lips as he went on, observing the squire he...

Roll: 8 Water spilled from the cup raised to Bebin's lips. Trickles rans down the side of his jaw, beaded amidst the scraggle and twist of his beard before they cascade down his chest as he bottomed out the beverage. Sprinkled and twinkled across the curls that sprung from his chest. He...

"Well," he smirked. "I will call for you, when the time does come," nod. "I appreciate your tender honesty, Oliver," he let know. Stared out unto the darkness of the night. Saw how far the warm glow of light did paint, and pondered. "For now, I'll enjoy what warmth finds me, alongside those I...

Roll: 19 Plump flesh pressed against the edge of bladed tool. The pad of his thumb, ran clear across the swell of the head. Came free from the fine sharpness, with a thin line of red there across his prints. He smirked as a ruby bead of blood welled there. Kissed it away. The tool was well...

It was for a good cause. At least, that is what Syr Theros had told himself as he had prepared to partake in the... Himbolympics, It did not hurt any that he was never shy about, friendly competition. And upon seeing Syr Hyntir strike his dynamic poses, Bebin smirked. "Ever the entertainer,"...