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Young Demasque nod to the courier, his horse come up with its trot step. He kicked off of his saddle, and landed on the floor with a thump. "Very good," Gunter came off his mount with a few sweet clicks. Pat the beast, bade it calm before he took its reins, and that of his Masters. Found a...

Rupert smoothed the tender hurt out of his cheek as he nod, nod, nod his head. He slunk out of his chair, like a skink come off his stone, and his large eyes looked for the exit. "I won't be forgetten the kindness, ma'am, I won't" he assured as he hurried away and slunk out the door. In the...

A sound bubbled and brooked the last of his courage away. Rupert, wide eyed and bunched up as he shook behind his knees, looked almost a babe, fetal and weak. Wrinkled, and sallow, skin sagged from the round of his bones. He bobbed his head in agreement. "Y-yes, O-of course, I- I'll tell you...

What greed born humor came from the man's gut was gone with the glint of horrid enchantment in the red of the woman's eyes. He shrunk back, a worm wriggled into its own skin. Gulped, hard and dry as dust. "A, a scene?" he asked, his mind shattered as it tried to pick up the pieces. "P-please...

A gulp. Longfellow's tongue wormed about his mouth. Just behind his teeth. His lips cracked open. A choked little sound. A cough. A breath came harder. His heart ticked up. "Ma'am's, its, well," he laughed. A tight and strung thing. Pins and needles against glass. His fingers gripped against...

"Stiff," Dante cut quick. Eyes tired, his lips turned to flat line. Grim. "Well trained men at arms, sergeants, a proper knight or two," he listed, and each syllable seemed to weigh him down the more. Required more effort to utter out. He pushed forward the finely illustrated blueprints of...

The lordling and his guard rode behind the hired hands. Dante at the middle. of their little formation, the courier and the mender crossed the T. "Young Master," the old guard called out. "What do you hope to gain from this, action," Dante scowled, turned back to regard his most trusted man...

Rupert blinked. Gulped. Felt the gob of spit thick in his throat. But there was just, something about the lady who stood behind the door. Eyes aglow in such a fashion, that they disarmed whatever instinct was there in the back of his head screaming at him to run. Or maybe it was the smell that...

A nod from the young lord. "Good, then we move immediately," he looked to Gunter, who nod and adjusted the mace at his belt. "Suppose we pay the bartender to take care of Petri, eh, Young Master?" Gunter asked, his tone left little room for refusal. Dante let out a breath. Nod. "Mender, make...

Like a knife through the gut, Rupert felt himself run through by the cold gaze that greeted him. Flesh turned taught with goose pimples. Come the voice though. Soft and inviting. Rupert remembered himself. Eased some as he steadied the uneasy tremble in his hands. Tongue and lips worked the...

Early Winter, 373 In the North Eastern Allir Reach, The town of Viyantil, West of the Grand Lake Brullyrd A silvery curtain of mist swirled about the streets of Viyantil, a cold that clung to a person and sank down into their bones. It was of no help then, that the grey sky seemed near...

A small smile showed the young scion's pleasure. "A fine answer," he remarked, but gave little else. "It is rumored that Baron Felwinter just became a grandfather," he watched the man's reaction sharply. "His lineage secure for another generation," his lips turned cruel. "But it is not the...

Dante was wide eyed, and his breath heavy. But Gunter's bulk kept him from enacting any more violence on the stunned man, curling into his hurts upon the floor. He grunt, and gave a growl of a shout as he turned away from his loyal man. Paced back and forth in the empty tavern. The old...

One more man, still shackled by blood's pull, his guard up, his eyes darted between the four men who had stood against them. Knees a-tremble, lip a quiver. And the man who tangled with the old medic. Gunter cursed beneath his breath, as Dante stood before the lone goon, stileto wand raised...

A cut of the air, blade sliced silver while runes sizzled blue and bright. The pools of blood that grew across the floor rippled and raised like pimples across flesh, puckered with cold. A twift and twirl of the be-glowed dagger. The pools of blood shot out, turned to eels and snakes that...