Recent content by Dante L Damasque

Tired eyes narrowed. To better see through the glass. To let old eyes so used to hunting peer through the distortion of rain, mist and moonlit darkness. Movement. Here and there. Or was it just the twitch of his eyelids? The strain of fatigue. The old guard turned to look at the young scion...

Each rise and fall of the facsimile's form told the young Demasque just that much more. How it's head followed his movement. Was it a familiar then? Some form of incorporeal double. What rumors... Dante laughed. A sharp, thing, small and quiet as it was. "That you are a real talent, my...

Gunter gave a grunt. "Six men," he spat a glob of phlegm. "Hard as stone, the Barber's" Dante let the wheels of his mind turn. "Mercenaries then," he said with a little laugh. "Remind me again, Mage, what lord does a mercenary serve?" Gunter shook his head. "They'll want a pretty purse, to...

Gunter took hold of the silver dagger at his hip. Jaw tight as he narrowed his gaze. Dante raised a hand to stay the guard. The lines of the crystal's lights moved, just so. Marked the space about the chair, but no where she had sat. Gunter kept his scowl, but let go of the knife. "No...

Dante's lips peeled apart. Sharp with the pleasure that curved them. "Of course you are," his eyes darted down, and he pulled the map open. "To the uninitiated," he said with an air of show. "Hornhelm would seem an impenetrable fortress," excitement, as if he had found a key to a door no one...

"Fun isn't exactly what I would call it," the old guard grumbled, holding on to the silver blade he kept on his hip. "Gunter," the young Damasque said coolly as rain started to pitter and patter against the panes of glass. He hint his head at just an angle. "Are you worried?" A growl, muted...

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...