Recent content by Damien DeMontieaux

Ahhh, now this was a worthy adversary! A welcome addition to the pieces on the playing field, indeed. Damien's eyes twinkled with roguish bravado and delight as he stood uncowed and unmoved upon the hill, awaiting the approach of the fiendish abominations that even now lurched and crawled...

The feline fellow blinks his amber eyes slowly, considering. "Most times I question not the fate that fickle fortune doth ordain ... but no harm in a brief foray unto the murky depths of days anon, no?" With a mischievous wink and a flick of the whiskers, he seats himself in a chair beside the...

As the evening carried on, Damien found himself strolling toward the fire—though he did also keep an eye on the cards in Petra's hands, perhaps hoping to snag a chance at a round or three a bit later. His attention, however, was swiftly caught by the wizard's colorful display and general...

Damien's ear twitched idly as if dispelling a fly or some other such minor irritant. The slow, disquiet swishing of his tail to-and-fro was the feline fellow's only real outward reaction to the foul words and fouler magicks of the Glorphain that swept across the battlefield-to-be. As...

At Osuin's query, the feline fellow gave an exaggerated nod, doffing his cap lightly with a roguish twinkle in his eyes. "Verily as dawn is to the east, good Syr! On my word, I tell thee—yon bloated rampallion marches upon this very road, his trail bereft of even the most meager thread of...

"Ah! A most honorable pursuit! I salute thy valiant vocation, friend," declared the feline, and he promptly did so, adding a characteristic flourish of the wrist at the end of the salute.

"Nay; verily, the pleasure is all mine!" Damien straightened from the bow, at the same time adjusting his hat with a neat flick of his ears. "And what, pray tell, do you do, friend Shallows?"

The feline gave a flamboyant bow to the Pursuant, eyes flashing. "What don't I do, esteemed compatriot? The name is Damien DeMontieaux: vigilante, rogue, wanderer of the Valen Wilds, undefeated duelist, defender of the innocent, and fiddler extraordinaire!"

The stranger's whiskers twitch, and his eyes travel between the sign, Josai, and Abalon a couple of times. Then, in a single flamboyant motion, he tosses the coin to Josai, takes the mug, and downs the contents in one go, neatly licking the remaining drops from his whiskers with a roguish grin...

There was a faint flicker of motion, scarcely seen in one's peripheral vision if they happened to be looking, and there he was, in an instant, as if he'd always been there: Damien DeMontieux, leaning casually with one elbow upon the counter, as he reached up to tilt his cap forward at a jaunty...

Amber eyes met umber, unflinching. Silence, for a tense second ... ... and then, the stranger relaxed his stance, the tip of his épée rising in salute before dropping to an "at ease" pose at his side. "Allies, then! 'Tis no harm, methinks, in abiding awhile amidst ye fine Syrs, for verily we...

Ever-growing desolation was left to the wayside as the host of the Knights of Anathaeum made their grim way in pursuit of the Glorphain. The midday sky grew dark as the dusk with plumes of foul smoke; the earth that fled beneath their hastened steps was scorched and stained with the blood of the...