Recent content by Faramund

Blanketed in silence, Faramund stalked his way deeper into the seaside village. The cold clung to him as he passed buildings in varying states of abandonment, each as dead and empty as the next. He did not pause to search them. There was no point. Whatever trickery had separated him from his...

Grunting noncommittally, Faramund vaulted from the saddle to land beside his horse. Though he didn't view himself as a pessimist, he found it difficult to believe anything could live in a place like this, let alone thrive. The Syzygy, that most strange of phenomena, had struck the coasts of...

'Yes, Syr Cathi-Cathmore, you snooze you lose.' Grinning, Faramund took a moment to measure up. The shirt was a bit loose on her, a bit long, but he figured it suited her better anyway. And if he wanted it back later, well, he supposed he would just have to peel it off her... or take the loss...

'Eloise, right!' Faramund watched Saer Ringbom closely. There was a genuineness to the old man that the knight couldn't help but admire. Even so, he took each new revelation with a pinch of salt. He was a killer, after all. And what of you? A voice in the back of Faramund's mind asked. Are you...

Mounting up, Faramund followed on behind Aarno and Farren at a leisurely pace, his eyes on the ridge and the roadway behind them. 'Lovely bit o' scenery!' He remarked happily, his voice muted by the fog. Bloody shame we can't see any of it. Lóthlindor had warned them of this, before. How the...

The pressure eased, and the doppler was thankful for it. 'Tea?' It asked, straightening up, a bead of blood trailing slowly downwards, following the contours of a face it had worn for the last ten years. Longer, perhaps. 'No, thank you. I am not thirsty.' A lie, that. The Doppler knew lying to...

Faramund didn't respond immediately. In truth, he wasn't sure he wanted to. 'It's where the Cult forges its weapons,' he explained, vaguely. 'It's where... where they take those they capture.' Castor was not a bad man. Faramund knew that. He was skilled and he was able, and when he fought, he...

'Cheers!' Bumping cups with those sitting next to him, Faramund needed no excuse to quaff more beer. Drinking with friends was just as good as drinking alone in his honest opinion. Perhaps even better. 'Listen here, little brother!' Faramund stifled a burp. 'Enough with the modesty, you won...

The waters off the Cortosi Coast had grown particularly cold as of late. Green and foamy and full of dead things, the waves washing up on the stony shore below brought with them tales of desolation and despair. Ignoring the stale stench of death in the air, Faramund took a long, hard look at the...

'Preventive measures? That's what this is?' Struggling to keep the disbelief from his voice, Faramund stared at Ringbom from across the room. So much had happened in so short a time that he was starting to feel like a fish out of water. Was this all really just to protect some kid? He wondered...

'So far as I know.' Petra had been around long enough to know what she liked, and what she didn't. Wine was wine was wine. 'If not, more for you.' Grinning toothily, the dawnling tipped a salute to Hector as he approached. 'Ah! If it isn't the champion and his lady love!' Shifting to face the...

Faramund grinned knowingly. 'Quite the sight to behold, I do agree.' A man could die happy in those arms, the big dawnling thought, watching the show unfold. Apparently, Monroe was of a similar mind. Faramund couldn't decide whether that was a good or bad thing. Sipping his beer contentedly...

'Did I? I don't remember.' One night bled into the next around here, and Faramund knew for a fact his memory only extended so far. Still, if he could recall that little titbit of information, they must have been some fun nights indeed. 'Well, before you go pointing our accomplices out of a...

'How come? Did he catch you drinking on the job... again?' It was a serious question, posed by a not-so-serious person. 'I'd listen to him, if I were you!' Snagging a spot at the bar, Faramund waggled his fingers in Matvi's direction as the bartender ousted Rupaka, or tried to at least. 'Two...

The shirt vanished from his hands before he found the dagger he was looking for. Turning, perplexed, he scowled down at Monroe as she tried on his shirt. Hers now, he figured. 'Good fit?' He asked, snorting in amusement. Fool-ass! Everyone and their mothers could see it was too big for her, the...