Recent content by Mordred

As Villiam and Vazia dealt with those who had been uncovered from this particular pile of rubble, Mordred turned to regard the rest of the city the clean up team had yet to deal with. It was disheartening. A good two thirds of the city had yet to even be reached. It was too dangerous on foot and...

"Hush now, hush," Mordred spoke softly as he stalked away from the continuing digging he knew to be fruitless. The girl felt too small, too light, too fragile in his arms. He wanted to crush her close but he dared not. Already the rune whispered of things that were broken and failing. Of the...

Mordred had not seen anyone for the two weeks since he had returned from Alidonia. He had shut the door and simply not come out again, refusing visits from friends and messengers from Somners alike. He had needed time to come to terms with what he had seen, the loss he had felt, from the...

Adrenaline fuelled Mordred as he kept hurling rocks and debris out of the way. The rune pulsed, pulsed, pulsed against his chest. Not in time with his heartbeat but rather the beat of the child who lay beneath the earth. As they removed more Mor could even hear a faint cry for help muffled by...

"There's another one over here!" Mordred was exhausted. In fact, he was fairly certain his exhaustion had exhaustion. How long had they been digging in the rubble for the few souls who still clung to life? When news had reached Valenntenia of the tsunami that had ravaged one of their closest...

Mordred closed his eyes as the scent of blood filled the cavern. The stone that he wore about his neck on an iron chain pulsed against his skin with feverish delight. In a sweet whisper it urged him to join in, showed him in his minds eye how he could render all of them dead with a single...

Mordred cast one last look at his horse debating if he would still yet be able to make an excuse to leave, before following the others into the cavern with a defeated sigh. The Guardian of the Bloodstone had not picked up a weapon since being given the rune. Even now, travelling alone as he...

Violence comes closer... Blood shall be spilt... They will die. Mordred shifted uneasily in his horses saddle but disguised the motion as one of a man trying to ease the cramp from too long with his legs in the stirrups. It was never a good sign when the Stone whispered to him. His fingers...

Mordred stifled a sigh and glanced up along the road in the direction he had been heading. There was a case of the Scarlet fever going around a village not too far from here. He had hoped to have been there and back before the day was out. The Vanguard soldier who had been assigned to him for...

The Guardian of the Blood rune chuckled at Mabbon's jape; it was well known Mor preferred solitude. If he had gaggles of women following him about the town like the Cendrillon brothers, he might never leave his house. As he suspected after finding such little spilt blood there was little else...

"Yes, I'm sure half the population of Valenntenia would die of a broken heart," Mordred murmured quietly enough that only the Vanguard member to his right seemed to hear from the twitch of their lips. The Guardian of the Blood Stone had nothing against the Cendrillion soldier. By all accounts he...

Mordred sipped from his crystal-cut glass as Kaira boldly stepped forward. Kevser's mouth opened and shut and red blotches began to form on his cheeks. He could tell that the man wanted to argue but it was a dedication and loyalty the likes of which very few still held that kept him from doing...

"Blood has very little to do with it." Mordred never attended social events if he could help it, certainly not when they were held by the higher tiers of society. His position as a Guardian might have granted him certain boons and priviledge to the eyes of many, but the upper crust of...

"G-guardian Fórn, Sir?" Mordred glanced up at the soldier standing nervously in the doorway with his hat clutched in a white knuckled grip. He looked back to the leg he had in his hands, ignoring the soldier entirely. "This is going to hurt," he informed the elderly man who was being pinned...

The screams from outside brought silence to the small healing den. The untrained or the young looked up from whatever task they were doing towards the windows and the doors, their faces pale and fear shining in the whites of their eyes. Even the elder, more experienced healers clutched at...