Recent content by Marcia

Limont had a lot of regrets in life. It was a long and storied list, mostly made with snap decisions based on base desires—sex, coin, and inebriation. He'd collected ill-advised debts like boots to his balls, the two prominent outcomes of his foolish actions. Now and again, a scheme was...

There was a moment, held in a breath, where everything was still and fine. Aschotte knelt there, looking back at them, an easy smile spreading across his face as their fears were left unfounded. Click. Larrainth's scarecrow, still in Henry's clutches, erupted into a steel shower. A hundred...

It wasn't helpful; it never was. Marcia had woken up and chosen violence, at least verbally. Euan, however, was acutely aware that if it had not been for the manacles, it would have been physical, too. She might have thought herself superior to them all on the merits of intelligence and...

Before opening her eyes, Marcia had already decided that she hated everything. She hated the emptiness she felt in her gut upon waking, she hated the embarrassment of being poisoned by a weasly man they could have toppled with little effort, she hated the weight of further shame that came from...

"Forget it, she's not made a peep," Catrina burbled in response to the healer, closing her eyes and feeling the protest of her broken face in the process. She'd taken enough hits in her time to no longer wince every time her face got bashed in. Part and parcel of the whole, fighting up close and...

Marcia frowned, eyes still on the blade but with her peripheral vision on the scarecrow's pilfered uniform. It was an acquired skill required when needing to be aware of one's surroundings while remaining focused on a mirror. The girl had spent more time than she'd care to admit just trying to...

Henry Ashcotte was more than willing to take point, his temperament and skillset actively seeking the fight rather than the tedious task of sniffing out traps set by rodents too scared to take them on face-to-face. Aluze, on the other hand, was not so bull-headed but withered once more at the...

The world returned slowly, cast in the dim glow of candlelight and surrounded by cold, unfeeling stone. Euan felt different. Hollow, like a jigsaw puzzle missing the centre piece. In the immediate aftermath of waking up from his slumber, the boy couldn't immediately put his finger on the...

Limont placed the cloth back over the Initiates' weapons and armour and slowly backed out of the mostly empty pantry (making sure to swipe a bottle on the way) and shut the door behind him, the only evidence of his presence found in missing inventory. Going back the way he came, the thief hoped...

Well, that wiped the smug little smirk from her face. There was a certain amount of internal despair to be had in the fact that fucking Heller was her mission superior and was now assuming the role of chastising her rivals. He might not have chided Aluze on behalf of Marcia, but it certainly...

Even in a crisis, there was a sweet satisfaction to be taken from the sound of Marcia's head hitting the table with a hard thud. Still, there was no time to savour the moment, as Catrina promptly shifted her arse out of the booth and made a beeline for the exit. While she could feel the...

"...wha'?" Marcia looked up from her hands to observe the slumbering Cawdor next to her, the sight of which should have driven her apoplectic with rage. In normal circumstances, the healer would have had a tankard promptly launched at his skull, but in that moment, she wanted to join him. To...

Limont continued wandering until he reached the back of the inn, where a single door stood between him and the sweet relief of free liquor. This was his realm, where he was a consummate professional nearly unmatched by his peers. Of course, Nas had the benefit of precognition, and Norah had...

"No." Marcia could feel the urge to throttle Bletzin grow with every word of opposition. She understood why the fighter was being such a prickly bitch, with the events of Evaluation likely still playing on her mind, but she needed to build a bridge and get the fuck over it. Looking up with her...

"Then what do we leap to?" Catrina snapped back to the devil and his diminutive advocate. "I doubt Vel Anir's enemies would be so bold as to operate within our borders." "Why not?" Marcia fired back, her brows in their natural state of furrowed as if the girl wasn't capable of any emotion...