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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...

It didn't take long to find the central hub for the wounded. It had once been the church, Mordred thought. It was hard to tell with half the thatched roof missing but its good solid stone walls had survived unscathed. Even some of the stained glass had survived the blind ransacking of the town...

Mordred's grimace about summed up his sentiments about what the people would really think when they saw the Power, Blood and Disease rune guardian's together. Like an unholy trinity. He wiped the rest of the sweat from his brow and the back of his neck as best he could and, figuring that most...

"I'm not a soldier." Captain Malark gave a heavy sigh and looked up from his desk. Mordred stood before him with his arms folded and a scowl on his face that would have sent even a few of his bravest Vanguard scuttling away due to the silly rumours that surrounded the stone. Malark preferred to...

Thwack. Mordred didn't bother to stop himself groaning; Konstantin knew him well enough that he'd have simply imagine the noise he knew his friend was making to himself. He did, however, manage to stop himself from pointing out that it wasn't the three of them the people of the city would like...

Thwack went the axe once more as Konstantin spoke. Mordreds brows were knitted into a tight knot and his lips set into a grim line that had nothing to do with the exertion of his task. His friend was right; the death of one of their own was a blow to the whole population. Oh Solomon was trying...

Daisy hurriedly dropped into another, nervous curtsey as Konstantin appeared and murmured her excuses to leave. Mordred watched her go with a half sad, half amused smile before turning his gave to Konstantin. Was it his imagination or had his friends body healed itself a little without the Power...