Recent content by Brandar the Burned

Running his tongue over the front of his teeth, he cast his eyes to the other patrons, who were dutifully avoiding contact. The orc behind the bar would periodically scan the room, and it was in one such moment that he saw her hand lift. Narrowing his eyes at the bartender, he scraped his teeth...

"So the island is inhabited." He replied, smiling. "Unless you're stealing from the grave." In which case, the island would only be inhabited if the skeleton was raised to renewed unlife. "In which case, I certainly will not judge." And her encouragement was prying it from his skeletal fingers.

Ugly as he was, the glimpse of taut skin across a defined jawline drew his eye like the orange glow of light reflecting off a window in the dead of night. Rubbing his fingertips across the scarred tabletop, criss-crossed with gouge marks and old stains, he found himself smiling again. "I'm sure...

After a moment, he decided it would be best to take a seat, and he settled his weight into a chair nearby. Though they exchanged no words, the masked faces turned towards him, held his stare, and then wordlessly went about their business as if by order. "A short enough journey. Is it inhabited?"

Without much hesitation, his hand met her own and gave a perfunctory shake. Such was the manner of deals like this - quick, to the point. Seeing it through, however, would be a months long endeavor. Strange; much of a year, for a few minutes conversation. "Are you keen to leave now?" He asked...

This time, he did smile; a crooked line drawn upon cracked porcelain. "I can assure, you will be the last thing on their mind." Though she might not be too far from his own. Despite the thought, his eyes remained locked on hers, betraying little more than the fact he was a pirate about to be...

He narrowed his eyes. Five stops? Along the way to the Isles of Kiva? This wasn't about the coin now. Now it was about a mystery. What was she after? And who did she fancy herself to be? This smelled of ego. It almost made him smile. "Yes."

He smiled at that, knowing his way quite well through the region. Yet, he'd wound up in this mess for something similar - easy gains, and quick wealth. Not that five hundred coins would make him a King. His eyes narrowed again, and his gloved hand extended to her to shake. "I can take you...

He crinkled his nose for a moment but eased himself into the booth. It wouldn't do well to stand with his back to the door after all. Shadowed taverns left little room to really know who he was dealing with, but he could tell she'd drive any sailor mad with lust. The left corner of his mouth...

There was no missing the voice that called out to him, the throaty timbre of it enough to make any man turn his head. That, of course, made his eyes narrow further until they were almost slits. Taking the paper back into his hand, it was crumpled up inside his fist as he teetered his way...

There was exactly no one in this bar that suited the name. His nose crinkled, a touch of a limp causing his shoulders to lean as he walked like a ship blown about in a storm. Paying little mind to anyone save the orc, he settled his palm on the hilt of his curved blade and leaned forward onto...

He wasn't sure if it was the gators or the giant bugs, but he hated swamps. His sole consolation was that in a place like this, he was no longer the ugliest creature around. While many portions of the bayou couldn't fit a true sailor's ship, most of the smuggler's havens were located near...

As the human 'champion' for Kiva, I'm willing to do stuff and things.