Recent content by Douglas Haley

When the men had reentered, it played out about how he had expected. The man offered an accord with Erudwen, but not him. He was, afterall, an unknown element, worthless, with no obligations to be paid off. When the two men had begun to move towards him, Douglas lowered himself ever so slightly...

"Celethal.", Douglas repeated quietly, groaning as he used his relatively non-sore arm to sit up. "Well - at least I know the name of the guy that will kill me.", he said with the smallest hint of a smile, though there was some obvious stress behind it - be it the pain of their escape, their...

The Captain's attention had diverted from him, obviously not impressed by the number he had claimed - the downside of being so far away from where people knew you, was that people didn't know you. Nobody around these parts would care he was worth a fortune half a continent away - which was sort...

"Is it too late I don't much care for swimming?", he offered back as he tested the range of motion in his swollen arm. Having it raised helped, but having it twisted and bound up in chains was really not helping. Especially now that the adrenaline had worn off. A bunch of men entered right...

At least she was alive. Her apology made him want to say 'I told you so', but somehow, he felt that wasn't going to go over well while they were both bound. Didn't help them get away any faster anyway - so he kept his mouth shut for a moment as he glanced around. "These aren't your friends, by...

"Let go.", she had said, but his muscles didn't want to agree. They strained, striations forming beneath the skin as every ounce of strength attempted to hold on - but eventually, either his mind won, or his muscles lost, because he did let go. They shuttered down the river, desperately...

Douglas hadn't imagined a great escape, nor did he think he'd leave what few belongings he had behind. A burlap sack turned cloak chief among them, but as he fell through the air towards the water all his mind could think of was how warm it might be - sitting next to a fire, eating shiet gruel...

Douglas heard the bolts land near him, but twisted and turned his path. It wasn't the first time he'd been under fire by sustained volleys, and this was hardly a volley - more like he was a deer in the sights of some mediocre hunters. The trees, the dark night, all of it helped to protect them...

Douglas wanted quick, quiet, efficient death - he wanted to see the Captain dead in his sleep, alone, only to be discovered in the morning while they were hours away already. The elf had so much more planned, all of which he failed to tell him, and as the first scream began to escape the...

Quick and precise. A second ago this madwomen was trying to cut down the camp because they laughed too loud, now she was annoyed Douglas didn't intend to turn a paycheck into a suicide. He sighed, audibly, but followed her to the destination, making sure to take the dagger she had offered. Very...

The bloodlust hadn't completely taken her then - a good sign they might live to see another day. He'd heard rumors of men from the Nordenfiir drugging themselves in rituals to accomplish great feats of strength and combat under a berserker state - but he wasn't sure it made that much sense to...

Douglas glanced from the remains of whatever ritual she had managed, then back to her, frowning slightly. She had only mentioned the death of the Captain, not the entire Caravan - and if her cryptic words were anything to go by at this point, she was very likely bordering on psychosis. Magically...

"Consider me sober.", he said, as he memorized the few details she put forward. It'd be a days before they hit their first trade town on the river - a small hamlet relative to the larger, more grand trade ports both further inland and out to sea, but it'd suffice to drop goods and passengers...

She had guessed as much right - Douglas was a man on the backfoot put gently. He held no titles, no property, just the sword on his hip and the clothes on his back. Yet despite this, he was a man of some vision, one who knew that despite his position in life - it could get worse by just a few...

Was this a shakedown? He didn't see her proximity perhaps as she intended, as the sultry tests of comfort and leverage the assets she possessed - the last few times someone had gotten this close in his face, it was an intimidation tactic. Still, her ask wasn't a command, which made it all the...