Recent content by Gaston Mercadier

The mist in the big man’s eyes welled, and then spilled forth from his eyes and down his cheeks, carving a channel through the film of dirt and grime that covered them. Blinking rapidly, the mercenary saw the knight in front of him turn and approach. Three strides. Three sorrows. Breath hissed...

“Hold your tongue, blackguard!” Reynald wheeled in the saddle towards the impetuous Marcellus, his armour rattling with the speed of the effort. Meanwhile, Gaston had made his way to the fence on his right, equidistant of both Reynald and Francisco. The mercenary took his pawlike left and threw...

“I’ve a meager amount of ideas.” The words of the knight drifted over the proceedings. Though spoken evenly, with a clear logic, behind them was a core of iron. It was clear that they would not move. Reynald sensed this, his hand moving very deliberately to his scabbarded sword. The sneer...

The exchange unfolded, and the whole party descended into a quiet. Even Reynald was at a loss for words, although a cloud of malice emanated from him like flies around a cowpat. Francisco glanced between Reynald and the knights skittishly, his untried hand reaching for his scabbarded sword, then...

The party continued on, the village growing in view – the wattle huts becoming more distinct, along with two figures on the road. The sounds of chopping hooves, creaking armour and the incessant whinge of the wagon accompanied them. Reynald, the leader of the expedition, opened his armet with a...

The wheels of the wagon creaked. It began as a dull whine, slowly building in pitch and intensity until it peaked just before the point of piercing, before falling quiet. A lazy cartwright’s apprentice, or perhaps the cartwright themself, had not squared an axle bracket on with the chassis, and...