Recent content by Gannis

Fuck It was always an angry spirit or a curse or a wild mage. Couldn't it ever be something simple from the books? Gannis held his arms out to his sides, palms forwards. "Er..." "...didn't mean to do harm. Who are we speaking to?" He gave a low bow. In the act he took a small compass...

"Apt descriptions," muttered Gannis. It wasn't a phrase anyone had used before. Foul mouthed and disrespectful were the usual suspects, but he appreciated the turn of phrase. "Always another fucking archmage who wants to try and end the world, in a stupid way," Gannis grunted. He turned the...

It brought to mind an interesting question. What was his home? After a moment of consideration, Gannis decided there was a more simple answer. "Ain't seen a bleeding forest anywhere." He hated the soft patter of it landing upon the leather of his jacket. He was going to need to wash Dog...

"Hmm," Gannis made a small noise that didn't give much away. He would have been interested to know what knowledge they held that was not in the collections to Venari kept. "Hmm." This time the noise gave away far more. He had strong opinions on contracts and letters of work that were...

"Hmm, fuck," muttered Gannis. Simple monsters were easy and predictable. Even the mess caused by a mad mage could be tracked to source. If something magical had been unleashed and left to spread them this would be like fighting a wildfire with a dry stick. "Thicker or it's healing fast,"...

Untainted, Gannis thought to himself. In his travels he had seen small villages beyond the borders of kingdoms and the greatest cities. There wasn't a great deal of what he would call 'untainted' out in the world. "Magic never lasts forever," Gannis muttered. "If someone hadn't changed it...

Gannis swung from low to high. He had expected the oncoming wolf to dart back from swinging steel. It didn't. The blade caught it under the cheek and tore through its face. With half a mouth left of fangs it dove for him. Gannis got his left hand to its mane. He could stop the wolf, but...

"Oh you can fuck right off," Gannis growled as the fox rushed forwards and then stopped again. It dipped its head low, stretching out it's front paws. It darted from side to side, looking for an opening. Whilst he wanted to help the northman who had been dragged down, Gannis wouldn't turn his...

Gannis didn't trust anyone. He especially didn't trust anyone who needed to own that many keys. Each step took them a little further down. The rock was smooth underfoot. Gannis liked boots with thin soles. He liked to know what kind of terrain he was crossing through his feet. "Been here...

A forest blessed with flesh sounded like something Dog would enjoy, were it not for the magic involved. The soft growl that followed was not from Dog's stomach but from Gannis' sword being drawn. It was an ugly, brutal thing. Single edged and heavy, it was made for cutting deep. It was...

Gannis used his left hand to flick the loaf of bread as he fished out ink. He had eaten worse. He had eaten worse on the road but expected better at an inn. He narrowed his gaze as he looked at the door. Gannis preferred business out in the open where possible. Any time secrecy was required it...

" 'course," Gannis grunted. He offered Rainer a nod as he walked to the table and sat down. The venari was suddenly preoccupied with his pack. He drew out some parchment, ink and a quill. Most people could neither read nor write. Those that could almost never looked like Gannis. "Gonnna...

Gannis spat on the ground. "Dog, don't eat anything." The custos canem was the size of a small horse and as intelligent as a small child. And Gannis had called his partner 'Dog'. Many venari found it embarassing, but as the ugly runt of his people they often found Gannis embarassing too. "...

Gannis liked a good inn. This was not a good inn. Fortunately he liked the bad ones too. The watered down ale, the banter, the cheap whores and the tension that often erupted into wanton violence. Gannis stood in the doorway. The inn smelled so familiar to the traveller. It wasn't busy enough...

LIADAIN Gannis set down a heavy mug of ale. In the midst of the celebrations, people kept just a little distance from the Venari. If it wasn't for the heavy single edged blade he carried, then his ugly mug would put people off. He had a foul air about him. Gannis was a monster hunter...