Recent content by Finch

"I believe we did Peyt, took an Anirian vessel. I cannot wait to see what happens when they send their fleet after us - I know the Anirian's hate to look weak." He spoke in jest, but in reality, his mind was already thinking ahead to the next steps. Vel'Anir would not take kindly to this...

Finch groaned as he woke up in the infirmary. Several of his feathers had been removed around his chest and an angry wound sat neatly stitched at his side. It was sore, but it was nothing he hadn't received before. He breathed deeply and tried to sit up. He was rewarded by a ripple of pain...

Finch was thankful for his avian balance. The rocking of the galleon sent the remaining Anirians off-guard and stumbling into each other. That said, he was acutely aware of the blood he was losing from his wound. He sighed. He knew he was going to pass out, it was just a matter of when. May as...

Finch's voice rose through the din of battle. Back to back with Peyton he fought. Several anirians were toppled beneath the unstoppable coalition of the two seasoned deckhands, together they parried, blocked, thrust and maimed any unfortunate enemy that stood before them. Their sense of...

Finch trilled as he saw his comrade return to the fray. In response he perfectly mimicked the young woman's voice and repeated her promise - casting it easily across the battlefield - if any of the crew hadn't heard her statement first time round, they would now. His voice erupted into a song...

Finch jolted awake from his slumber in the crows nest. The planned trap and ambush hadn't required his input - a lookout wasn't too useful if a ship wanted to be boarded. Likewise, his contract had been to rouse the spirits of the crew. He had done just that, although... he had roused their...

Finch chuckled as he strutted away from the duo, his talons tapping audibly against the deck with each step he made. He moved slowly, thoughtfully at first, plucking his strange holed dagger from his side and raising carefully to his beak. The tapping of his talons became more rhythmic with...

He snickered away to himself. If Finch had a single annoying trait, it would be his constant giggling and chortling. "Well they may turn against you two, but who could dare raise arms against THE Finch?" His beak fell into a wry smile - or thereabouts. "Oh Peyton, what you're saying is you...

"Lucius, you sure you want to go down that road?" He paused. His voice suddenly taking a husky and dark edge. Finch considered Lucius one of his old friends and even if the last few years hadn't been too kind to him. Even if they had been separated, Finch still saw past the grime and stink and...

"Well if you're going with the highest bidder, I can see why he calls you a navagatwhore." He snickered a little bit, despite still viewing the woman before him as a little girl, he wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. He paused for a moment, his face losing its vigour and charisma...

Finch whistled a few cheery notes in excitement, in the space of a few moments his life had been upturned. He was reunited with his family - part of them at least. The bird was not shy, not did he turn away an opportunity to discuss himself. Thankfully, Lucius provided him such a chance. "Oh...

"And that's when I told him... Throwing acid is wrong - at least in some people's eyes." Finch chuckled at his own joke. It wasn't particularly funny, but a bard has to judge the crowd and this crowd looked a sore sight. Across the deck, he heard a voice. A particularly gleeful voice, but one...

Finch always enjoyed a show. In fact, the only thing greater than a show was an entrance. Needless to say Finch always ensured he put on both. The years since the tragic accident that befell his crew has been relatively kind to him, he was a skilled lookout and a talented bard. Not only did he...