Recent content by Hugo Farlance

  1. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Swords at High Noon

    Hugo stepped out from the alley, halberd resting on his shoulder, wicked axe-head throwing a grim panoply over his sand-shrouded silhouette. The worn leather soles of his boots crunched dusty pebbles like millstones crunching seeds. Burdened with injury, he faced the Dreadlord, seeing her...
  2. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Swords at High Noon

    The halberd whizzed by his head, air whoosing past his hat and kissing his neck. Hugo grit his teeth, then caught the second blow, crossing his pair of swords to keep it from splitting his face. His body burned from exertion, swords and halberd rattling, boots grinding dust, the guardsman...
  3. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Swords at High Noon

    Lourke Melscythe swore under his breath. He jogged up to the Dreadlord, cursing his luck in that she would arrive right as he was to exact his revenge. "Deal with him, lads! I'll bring her up to speed--" The three remaining guards charged Hugo - and Hugo responded, blades a flurry of steel...
  4. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Duty Calls

    The shadow of a smirk tugged at his lip, almost pulling his mouth sideways, before he wiped his face clean, still looking past the marshal in professional deference. Birds of a feather recognised one another, indeed. "I served during the Siege of Alliria, sir. When every spare blade was...
  5. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Duty Calls

    As Hugo walked through the complex, he was amazed at the intricate web of people working together here. It felt well-oiled, timed and organised like some grand mechanical contraption, cogs and gears grinding through lives and passing them along with on-point punctuality. And if he didn't fit...
  6. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Duty Calls

    Hugo hesitated for a beat. His arm tightened around his old, raggedy uniform and hidden hat. They seemed to want a lot of information out of him, but that appeared to be the way with these Allirians. Wedded to their own rule of desks, paper and ink. It felt dangerous to divulge this. But he...
  7. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Duty Calls

    Hugo smiled - a small slash of teeth between his straw-coloured beard, reminiscent of a content snarl. He was happy to recognise the familiar roughshod humour of men-at-arms. Though he would have to get used to serving alongside orcs. "Good to hear. Sounds like the Lord Commander's got proper...
  8. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Duty Calls

    Hugo stepped into the courtyard of Allir Keep, dusty boots thudding cautiously over flagstones, leather and gear creaking softly, as he admired the mighty walls. Being a former officer of siege engineers, he could appreciate the strength of its walls, the clear funnel of coin that kept its...
  9. Hugo Farlance

    Fable - Ask Swords at High Noon

    A village near the border between Maraan and Vel Anir. "Well, look what we got here, lads." The voice of the guardsman rang out with harsh glee, muffled by his helmet. "The old Lieutenant Farlance himself. Back from the dead, it seems." The four, armoured silhouttes sidled up through the...
  10. Hugo Farlance

    Open Chronicles The Basilicus Keep

    "Very well," he answered. Hugo felt an itching on the back of his hand. Pulling his glove partially off, he looked at it - and saw a new growth of a small, white mushroom sprouting from the blood where he had cut the previous one. Damn it. They truly were infected. But by what, exactly? As...
  11. Hugo Farlance

    Open Chronicles The Battle of the Pot

    Hugo watched the two, content to let them tear at each others' throats for a spell. It was a strange encounter, to be sure. Perhaps rival bandits fighting over territory and victims to claim? He raised his sword, pointing its tip in a balanced stance at neck-height, aimed for Mongrel's back. He...
  12. Hugo Farlance

    Open Chronicles The Basilicus Keep

    Hugo stayed bitterly silent, though he took in Grul's words all the same. Don't trust your eyes. It can get inside us. It was a good thing Grul hadn't witnessed Hugo's personal illusion. What he had seen had brought out the worst in him, and he had found himself uselessly attacking a broken...
  13. Hugo Farlance

    Open Chronicles The Battle of the Pot

    Hugo furiously threw the pot off his head, sitting up from the ground. Disoriented like a drunken bell-ringer bashing around in his own bell, he wiped chicken-soup off his face. He peered at a strand of bloody mucus on the back of his hand, produced from his wet nose. Terrible headache already...