Recent content by Cauldwin Talson Valfnyr

I've been on the forum for a while now, and to be frank: this stopped being fun a while ago. First it was kind of fun, the less, then it started to feel like a chore, and now I just don't enjoy participating on the forums. I feel bad given leaving suddenly will screw over a thread I was a part...

Kiros replied to his gretting, That plain inflection made Cualdwin doubt the sight of him inspired the same friendly demineer in Kiros, such was current events he supposed. Still it was an attempt at having some levity in the face of horrors, it was always worth a try. Then someone attempted...

Evening gave way to night, with the clouds covering the stars and the bitter storm raining hard against the the ground. Eyes were on Cauldwin now, his unnatural appearance was no longer something that could be overlooked. It was abundantly clear to any he was not a normal living creature, even...

He gave a nod then ducked beneath the door frame into the dark stair way. He marched up the stairs which led to a second door at the top. He went to open the door, grasping at the ornate brass handle before quickly realizing it had been locked. He then forced the door open breaking the handle...

He watched tensely, she was definitely the lighter footed of the two of them. If she triggered some kind of ambush or trap he was ready to rush in to her aid. After a few tense moments, she signaled to him with a nod. Stealth was impossible for Cauldwin, he simply drew his sword in his left...

(OOC: I've got a bit to cover here so bear with me.) Cauldwin had made it to his blade wedged in grey muck. He set the weighted head of the maul in the ground, he then drew the blade from the mud. The gloppy grey fluid slopped off the blade against gravity, the rain that beat against it cleaned...

Cauldwin took a step back, and spread the claws of his hand. The air around it seemed to distort and darken. In a single motion he ripped into the frame of the door before tearing it from its hinges before throwing aside. In the door frame was another dark portal. No, more like a barrier, a last...

He was reminded that Samara was a bit of a witchy woman, for all the untrustworthiness and chaotic malice of Dshara: Samara may come by a bit of that chaos naturally. Taking pacts and toying with powerful forces of any kind should never be done so lightly, even with divine protection. Though it...

A sliver of the shadow crystalized into blade, samara reached out for it, "Don't touch it." He was ignored of course, as she took a few test swipes with it he replied simply, "What if by taking that you just made a pact with something?" He shook his head, "Forget it, it's too late now." He...

He grinned behind his helm. As odd as it was, this host of corruption started to grow on him. Then again, she could be playing the long con. He would keep his guard raised just in case. He mused on something else however. He looked into the abyss, he still remembered when he entered into the...

If he could roll his eye he would, instead it narrowed in irritation, "When the enemy shifts and alters at every turn, the plan changes constantly and in accordance. There is no other long term plan possible of keeping beyond the objective." His posture became more upright, and his hands folded...

Cualdwin only stared vacantly at Samara as the color faded again from her skin and the white rings fromed around her eyes. Here we go again he thought, as she jumped from his arms. His fur cloak gifted to him by his charges in the Falwood fell to the ground. His brow furrowed, and in a quick...

(OOC: Eren skipped so I'm up to bat.) On the pile of the condemned dead, the chittering, twitching, and shaking armored body of the rusted warrior's chest jolted up with a pained sudden breath as air again filled his lungs. It was foul, filled with the scent of gore and putrid despoilment of...

Cauldwin relaxed as he had a chance to go over the events of that accursed place in his mind. He knew what it was saying about him, but he refused to dwell on it. The past was done, he was something beyond a watchman now, and he had a new duty to fulfill. He knew this was a brief disinterment...

That was the last thing he needed right now. He's somewhere in hell, and now the crazy vampire elf-lady simultaneously wants to sire him and is telling him sweet nothings. It would be flattering if he wasn't facing down an enemy unknown. "Stupid sexy vampires...", he was too focused on the...