Recent content by Gerard Montefort

"Seems you're a natural," Gerard said, smiling at Brynn it seemed she had taken his instruction rather well. Years of teaching rookies paying off, it seems, he thought. Without further ado, he then climbed onto his own horse, grunting as he swung his leg over the saddle after placing his foot in...

Gerard smiled back at her, happy to see Brynn wasn't quite so dour thanks to his gift, and simultaneously surprised she didn't completely reject it on account of it being quite dangerous. "Yes, well," he said, feeling a bit sheepish suddenly. "You might need it out there. It's a hunting knife...

Unaware of the trouble that lurked beneath, Gerard continued as though their journey was as mundane as it seemed. "Ah, well, I suppose I should have thought of that," he said. "I didn't think the city could be so overwhelming to someone. Hah! Maybe I'm the one with odd taste." He offered her...

The courier had found Gerard in one of the seedier taverns of Alliria, nursing an ale while the midday sun bared down on the streets outside. The summer had been unkind to him--nay, the whole year--as everything had been taken from him in seemingly a moment's notice. His guild hall was burned to...

Having gathered everything that was needed, Gerard had decided it was time to go. He'd hoped, in the meantime, that the noblewoman might have enjoyed the sights and sounds of the market, but when he chanced upon her after a brief search sitting alone on a bench, quivering like the leaves in the...

The sum of gold he'd been given by Brynn's parents was fairly considerable; however, it seemed much of it would be going towards their travel expenses. Unfortunately, this was just life for a mercenary, however, and he was thankful he didn't have the mouths of hungry soldiers to feed, only one...

While the explanation of her name was probably sensical, Gerard was thankful she wanted to be known by her first name, as it was much easier to remember, even in his alcohol-addled state. At what she said next, he was most interested in the fact that her father owned a winery--it made the deal...

Though the look she had given him would have caused a horse to drop dead--damn horses must have been on the mind since he hated the idea of walking all the way to the elven capital--it seemed to Gerard she hadn't been too irritated about it, as she reassured him he hadn't crossed a line and then...

Brynn was acting strangely--that much Gerard could tell--and perhaps that was why they had entrusted her to a mercenary. Perhaps it was a ploy to get rid of the woman, to ambush him in his sleep and kill both him and Brynn, to recoup their pay and make it seem like some kind of accident. He'd...

Of course, regardless of her origins it seemed a noble's daughter was a noble's daughter still, and that meant Gerard would likely be enduring a certain amount of arrogance and haughtiness that came with the territory... but money was money, as he begrudgingly told himself, and the alcohol he...

He'd been drunk enough when he accepted the contract that Gerard had already forgotten that his clients were an elf and a human, and their daughter was the invariable product of their union; he'd met elves when last he visited Fal'Addas, learned much of their ways and skill with the bow, though...

He'd already drank a full mug of mead with breakfast when Gerard remembered that today was the day he was supposed to be protecting that girl; he'd wandered to Oban after his lover had lost her memory, and he couldn't bear to return to Alliria to see the smoldering ruins of his former...

Her new question confirmed the worst possible situation had happened: she'd lost everything, in terms of her memory. He was now alone in the world, with no guild and with no lover. Neither were taken by battle, but by accidents and the malice of others. He suppressed tears as he continued their...

Her initial response seemed promising--she still seemed like the Teagan he'd come to know over the years. Which was to say, her grumpy attitude was a welcome sight, and he hoped the damage she'd sustained was only physical. These hopes would be dashed, however, as she asked a question which...

Gerard waited in a designated seating area inside the elven hospital as he awaited word of Teagan's condition. Who knows how long she had been out there? Moreover, why was she out there in the first place? He wondered if maybe it was intentional, like an animal who no longer saw itself as fit...