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Falwood Boot and hoof squashed down into the muddied path of the camp. Men and horses moved to and fro, finding their places to settle amidst the various tents that had sprung up just north of Falwood's vast treeline. The sky was grey and the land was damp, and such had been since Gerald had...

Gerald looked at her rather plainly while she spoke, showing no obvious reaction to her clearly intolerant tone. One could hardly blame her for Lessat's sake, she'd been stolen into slavery. But, unbeknownst to her, he planned to do something about that. As for her threats... he thought little...

“Hey, you! Human... ...The one with the...er...hair..." Gerald's eyes were on Isla just as she shouted at him, the timing of which almost startled him. Because of this, he stared at her with an almost blank expression as she spoke. He remained silent for a moment, looking almost confused...

"We've got a few days at least, probably a week or more if the weather keeps up," whispered the older man in reply, casting his eyes out the back, "but they'll never let you out of these bonds... not now..." The cloud cover was thick, and with the evening settling in it was only getting that...

Whatever had caused the woman to become so smug seemed to dwindle away as her eyes fell to the floor. It was as though the elf's question had drawn her from whatever fiction she'd written around herself and back into reality. Back to sitting in this creaky, dark prison. Back behind those jailing...

Gerald was a not a particularly soft man. He'd seen and been through his fair share of hardship in his life, growing up poor and rising the ranks of the guard on nothing more than his own merit. But, the conversation taking place behind him opened his eyes to a reality, to a horror, he had never...

"Get a move on, we ain't got all night!" Scurrying around a dozen different carriages and wagons were a number of hooded men, lifting and moving crates into them to be shipped off. Rain fell upon them as they worked, as did harsh words from their apparent supervisor who wasted no effort in...

Szesh | Nycto | alphabunny | Ryder | Jacob Ford Gerald was not often a very emotive fellow, but he couldn't help the half smirk that crossed his lips. He could feel Rou's flare of frustration, well hidden but his eyes could see. It was playful of course, a little out of character for him, but...

Szesh | Nycto | alphabunny | Ryder | Jacob Ford From where he was, he could be little help until the fighting really ensued. He looked to Neyda, ready to fire her bow at one of the guards. A glance across the others as they bickered amongst themselves about their next course of action, but all...

It had been months. Or no, had it been years now? Yes, years now since that fateful day in the city, the day he'd helped that Anirian. Ever since then he'd been transferred from his post in the city to patrol the outer fringes of Alliria's influence, far out into the Allir Reach. Only, he'd...

Gerald had been in the guard for a long time now. He'd been involved in a number of interesting circumstances, even those involving heroes and magic. But he was no hero, no champion. Just a simple man with a sword and a cause: to guard and protect those who could not do so themselves. It was a...

He could not believe what he was watching transpire. Before long, he came to understand what was happening: an assassination. Their prisoner was a marked man it seemed, which for Gerald and the Allirian Guard, had proven deadly. This would not go unanswered. The prisoner lashed out, injured...

Gerald slid to a halt. Derick and Girrel likewise stopped, and all three of them with the swords in hand brandished them openly in preparation to act. Tor and Alrun came close, and joined with their comrades, hands ready with magic. But they were outmanned, possibly being surrounded this very...

He tilted his head up, regarding the lead man's wave. He'd just turned his head to say something to the man just to his left, and then his attention was abruptly stolen back to where the thunder boomed forth and the dust billowed out. "Get down!" He ducked down low, taking shelter behind a...

It had been a relatively quiet day, having spent most of it at the barracks. A few training exercises were the most excitement he'd been a part of, and today that suited him just fine. More and more he had been enjoying whatever solitude he could afford, and on days like this it often went, for...