Recent content by Gunner Valentine

Did Valentine have the slightest hint of what he'd just said to her? Of course not, but the way she went red, which stuck out even more against her olive skin, told him he'd said something right. Maybe he'd regret it, but he decided then to memorize that one, just in case. Her laugh was like a...

There was silence hanging in the air for a minute after he'd held out the beautiful emerald garment, and Gunner thought maybe Chaeme had no desire for finer clothing; why would she, having lived out in the woods with barely a scrap on for her entire life? Eventually, though, she reached out and...

Gunner had long since accepted that going through anywhere with even a small crowd was going to be a bit of a challenge; She could only be expected to make so much progress at a time, and already today she had come so much farther than she'd been the previous day. The tavern being as bustling as...

What Gunner found so funny wasn't just that they'd walked into a house that looked like a rainbow had exploded all over its surface, or that he'd been ushered out with a pile of clothes that suitably matched those colors and raised nearly over his head. No, it was just how normal it all was...

Chal'na Viente had been dressing people for hundreds of years now, this little shop in Yoresun was simply his latest venture, having only been around for a handful of decades. In actuality, this was a rather drastic decrease in scope from his usual fare. For much of his career he'd worked in...

Gunner had undoubtedly been worried about the impression he'd make riding in with a sobbing green-skinned woman who appeared to be with him against her will, but what choice had he? If anything had been made clear over the last day, it was that even if Valentine left her alone, she wouldn't be...

Gunner wasn't too sure what she had against Ballacea. Did Dryads and Horses have some kind of long-standing rivalry that he didn't know about? He felt like he would have been taught something like that in the academy. Of course, that implied he ever paid much attention in school, which he...

Valentine's sleep was the opposite of his Dryad friends. Somehow he'd slept more peacefully than he had in months, the dreams of failure and ridicule that haunted him so relentlessly every time he slipped from the conscious world had given him a sweet morsel of relief, and Gunner hadn't realized...

No matter how hard Gunner tried, it was quickly becoming apparent that he just wasn't going to understand Chaeme without a great deal of effort. If he were to spend any more time tonight trying to convince her that she was safe, that he had no intention of anything bad for her, he wouldn't get...

Well... she'd sat down at least. They were getting somewhere, slowly. Gunner could only imagine how she must have felt, being pulled from her home by some strange man who she couldn't understand. If he were in her place, Gunner figured he'd be handling it about the same way... Even so, now that...

Gunner was utterly exhausted, and even beyond that he was hungry. There wasn't much food left though; he had to hold onto the hope that he would have enough to sustain himself before his next payday came through. This little green girl sure wasn't going to pocket him any coin, and he doubted...

He had no way of telling if his little charades act had been effective at first. While he'd been flailing around like a nincompoop, she backed up against a tree and covered the way she'd been doing ever since the two of them had met. He hated, loathed that something of such beauty showed so much...

The closer they got back to civilization, the harder his new 'companion' resisted him. It was frustrating but even more than that it was starting to get depressing. Gunner wanted his money, but he wasn't exactly taking joy in making this poor thing wail and moan as though he were killing her...

This was getting them nowhere. The more he tried to communicate with this girl, the more frightened and terrified she seemed to become. He felt bad for her, incredibly so, but if she was so certain that Gunner wanted to kill her, then there wasn't much he could do for her, was there? He ran a...

Gunner was far more curious than he was angry. He'd likely be short on funding for a few days, but this strange wooden cube fascinated him more than it had any right to. He doubted it had any real value, but it was curious. A bittersweet prize, but the dark-haired fellow supposed it would have...