Recent content by Marcia

There were a great many things that Euan Cawdor wished to say. The attitude that both Catrina and Marcia displayed for the entirety of this mission was entirely unhelpful, if not actively damaging. The constant needling, the unwillingness to cooperate, the fact that it wouldn't have been...

The terms were clear. They didn't give the impression of explicitly trained interrogators, with rudimentary brute force accompanying their questions as their technique of choice. Not that it was the time to consider the academic nature of applying pain to garner information, she didn't imagine...

Anirian voices. In trying to note every possible detail, it couldn't be missed that both of these women spoke with the cadence of a commoner from Vel Anir itself. There was something particularly loathsome about their adversaries being their own countrymen, as if they didn't have enough enemies...

Blood. It surged through her head, roaring in her ears like the rage of the ocean crashing against the immovable force of the land. The world outside was underwater, muffled and distant, drowning in the rush of blood like it always did. Bletzin had set her off, the sheer fucking incompetence...

"Dunno," Catrina grunted in response to the question of Limont's whereabouts. The pugilist imagined that by now he would have discovered that shit had gone south and was fast on his way to raising the alarm. She knew the much-maligned Initiate well enough that charging into the fray wasn't his...

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...