Recent content by Casio Cassienda

Following the passage of a fashionable amount of time, Casio extracted himself from the conversation and returned to the task given to him by the Council.

The compte's mouth twisted at first lilt of that abyssal croon. A measure of contempt that mirrored disgust at how its voice played with the edges of his skull. Fear split the darkened canopy, and yet Cassio found himself well within his cursed element. Perhaps that disgust leaned further inward...

"Your grace favors me, my lord," Casio said, a fool in eloquence at the contrasting balk of the mercenary's bark. Doubly for the mark of silence that cut tension into the air at the Councilor's lone gesture. It took the compte a long, searching gaze to sense the unease that followed: ripples...

"Unnecessary," he said, whipping the reigns into motion. Turning to the road, a gesture sent his retinue to follow, fanned out behind him like the many spokes of a church-wrought sun. They ushered him forth, grim beneath the veil of silence, backs carried stiff along the hard packed country...

A snap at the reigns and knees pulling tight to saddle, Casio halted his mount. He turned to meet the huntress's gaze. A quiet word sent one of his retainers rummaging about their packs, fishing for the documents that officiated his purpose. They were presented in full bombast, eleven Council...

One morning, while glancing through the window at a penumbral veil, the Younger Bjorn offered to take the beggar into town. Mist sat heavy in the air, lending a contemplative note to the gathered farmers. They broke their daily bread with an egg for each personage dropped into a cup of potatoes...

As night stretched over the Bjorn farmstead and an evening fire kindled in the hearth, the hounds began to stir. They growled low, hackles lifted and ears split back against their heads. The farmers exchanged frowns, pausing in the after dinner cleanup. Creases of worry wormed onto their brows...

Another step set Casio over the threshold and into the halls of grace. The noise which previously assailed him grew rapturous here: echoed peels of laughter broke conversation, doubling refrains of introduction and social scripts that flaunted propriety. Wore it, bared as a blade so bright in...

Back to the Reach, home such as it was. To Casio, the rolling plains carried little in the way of nostalgia. Having spent the past months in the city proper prowling estates ranging from the palace to the various garden districts, the open terrain felt foreign to the dim amber of his eye...

Casio sucked in the midnight air: autumnal smoke from hearthfires spread across the residences, oil and murk of mudflats about the scattered canals, hints of sweat and laborers' toils. It smelled of Alliria. The simple pleasures of home. A matter of weeks had separated him from the city...