Recent content by Brackard Cain

A soft tap rang out. Inquisitor Cain's cane on the wooden path. One might wonder how - when he needed it to walk - that sound had not been ringing out on his approach. "Well spoken, Brother Love." Orderly Rain lumbered a per paces behind Inquisitor Cain. Orderly Loiter was nowhere to be...

Inquisitor Cain remained where he stood. He turned his head to look at Priest Love and then sister Solitude. He looked like a hawk that had spotting a mouse in the open field. Harsh angular features catching the light. He looked down his crooked nose, broken in several places - as most of his...

Click-scree click-scree click-scree Cain walked through the room wearing a pleasant smile. On his face, it was a terrifying expression. The two orderlies walked in his wake. He didn't need to walk among the returning members of the Church to learn about their travels. Brackard had eyes and...

Click-scree click-scree click-scree The regular rhythm filled the quiet of his office. The tap of the cane, followed by his boot dragging across the stone floor. The two people already in the room, Orderly Rain and Orderly Loiter were silent. Each of them managed to give their silence its own...

Even leaning across the table like this brought a spasm to the muscles at the base of his spine. Nothing had healed properly after that day, after having an elf cut him down and having a horse roll across his body. A single twist removed the pressure from Zana's finger and he sat back down. He...

Brackard remained stood up. It was not for any bravery on his part. He was long past the athleticism to dive to the ground and have a hope of getting back up again. He whipped the dust from his eyes and checked himself for damage. Everything hurt so much that he likely wouldn't notice a minor...

Welcome!

Jerald jerked awake as Hosst waved the salts beneath his nose. Brackard was growing nervous. He had abducted a respected member of a minor house in the dark of the night. If he did not get his confession by morning then a whole mountain of trouble was going to fall on him. Brackard pushed the...

They always looked surprised to find out how mortal they were. Particularly the nobles. Pain was something for the lower classes. Unless they had done something truly devious prison for the rich was usually being confined to a Manor house and brought fine food to play out their days. Getting...

"This will not hurt much," he told her, "not at first." Her ring finger had to be lifted above the others to slip the metal device over it. Brackard slowly turned the screw. It wasn't well oiled. Each turn was a creak that filled the hushed silence. "I want you to focus on his appearance...

"A rabbit on the wall?" Brackard mused quietly. His hand returned from the draw. A small device of blackened iron. Two curved bars held together by a screw. "I need you to focus on the man in the bar, provide me more. And I'm going to need...your ring finger. In here now." His hand trembled...

Hosst enjoyed delivering blows until Brackard held his hand up sharply. "What's the rule Hosst?" he asked politely. "Don't smash right hand." "Because we need him to be able to sign. Now which is his right h...no, no. Yes that's his right hand. The one you nearly broke. Can you remember that...

Sloan was met with a stone wall as he felt her. He expunged all thoughts from his mind. There was a path he was on now and there were just a few people left who could have pulled him from it. She was one of them. Brackard would never be a man again, but he could be a useful member of the house...

"I say a lot of things after a little wine." "I am aware. It made sorting the truth from the bravado really very tedious. So tedious in fact that my patience has been wasted already." Brackard leaned forwards ever so slightly on his cane. The walls were thick here. He could barely hear the...

"They don't like me you know," Brackard sighed. He dragged a stool across the floor. Wood cried out against stone. Not a slow consistent noise. It was an irregular stop start as he shuffled across the floor. "I can't think why." "It is because they look down on me. This kind of thing is...