Recent content by Castor Vega

"Can't say I'm overly fond of sweet things, but I'll try anything once," replied the Sworn with a shrug. All this complexity and process had Castor wondering if they were still talking about tea. Figured it was better to just let it lie. It was nice to have something to look forward to, beyond...

A single flame flickered its ominous last as the knight exited his room and then the remainder of the Sworn's barracks. His preparations had been made as well as they could even if he suspected they'd ultimately be insufficient. He'd learned through many battles that no plan could truly sustain...

"Oh, oh bloody gods," swore the knight as they took to the air. Castor was not a man easily shaken. He'd spent his early years on the sea, the buck and sway which often nauseated others. It turned out the world was a far bigger place than he'd imagined. Never did Castor think to be on the back...

The chaotic escape to the clearing had been but a blur to the Sworn. He slung cantrip after cantrip in attempt to slow their pursuers down. His strategy seemingly effective to some extent seeing as how he wasn't dead. There was still time for all that as Norvyk was nowhere to be seen. Castor...

They rode further until finally arriving at the Fife. Truth be told it was much of the same. Castor considered their tepid reception a blessing. It had not been so with their previous attempts. None had yet to shutter their doors or ignore their presence entirely, thus hope remained. The Sworn...

Castor nearly flinched at Margot's serene smile. He wondered for a moment if her madness has worsened rather than abated. The confusion in her tone was unfortunate relief to the dusker. He wasn't sure how he would've responded otherwise. Too much was unknown about the Cult, who could say what...

"I don't think we give them a choice." Castor's words were calm and measured but frustration lurked just beneath the surface. He had witnessed Cruelty's aftermath and was not in an overly conciliatory mood. They had come here to help and yet were being denied at every turn. He knew that they...

Steel rang as Castor clashed cruelly with another cultist. A quick parry and shift of weight saw his foe falter and the knight did not waste the opportunity. The Sightless joined the other two corpses already at his feet. On any other day this would have been quite the feat. Today he was not so...

Petra's frantic actions jarred Castor from his initial shock. Margot was alive, if only just. Fortunately his companion was quick to act and did what she could. Neither of them were healers which was looking to be a rather significant oversight on their part. Knights were trained in basic aid...

The knight hesitated a step at the other's question, and then continued on as normal. Only the sounds of the forest could be heard between the two until finally Castor spoke. "Aye, it can be a mercy but not one easily borne. Doubt will ever gnaw even if the desire was expressed." His words held...

Castor looked across the fire and saw exhaustion writ into his companion's visage. He imagined she saw something very similar. There was a weariness in his limbs borne of frustration. Yes, the pair had trekked many spans over the last seven days but the mental toll could not be underestimated...