Recent content by Mortivore Urn

"I know what I saw and I saw what I saw!" The old woman's face curdled with disgruntlement, and she crossed her arms, sticking up her nose in a contemptuous air. "You doubt my memory? This old brain remembers far more than you young, wet farts. I've seen my share. You could barely waddle to your...

"We secure our prisoner," Mortivore said with that prisoner in tow. "This little debacle has netted us a small tactical advantage. We should use it to its maximum yield. We may even learn more of our enemy. Through diligent interrogation. You did well, Zephyrine. Such magic is not easy to hold...

As soon as they came before the crone, she stiffened, near retreating back inside and closing the door. "Three? Why you three? What do you want? I owe you nothing." "At ease. You remember me, do you not?" The old woman stared at him hard. Then crinkled her eyes, thinking, before they...

"I have coin. At least for anyone with sensible rates." And other means should that fail, the merciless expression on his face seemed to say. "We will want someone who knows these areas like the back of their hand." A pause. "We will probably need the guidance of an elf." With these words, the...

Finally, the sword lowered fully. Defeat. Shoulders slumped with his sagging blade. Enkardo might have thought himself a man of principles; but tonight it was revealed that his ultimate practicality, his diplomat's mind weighing losses against gains at the negotiation table, outdid any zeal...

A new intensity entered his eye, carefully watching Cormund like an alchemist might watch his boiling alembics, attempting to deduce the success of his own experiment. Could he be on track? He was about to find out. "It does not. But it will to someone." He steered his horse onto the road with...

"I heard her speaking in the docks of it and approached her then. A silver bought some of her disarrayed story," Aske said, answering as if Zinnia had asked him how he had come to hear her story — and not how he knew her memory to be brittle. Slowly, like approaching a deer that might startle...

Aske walked with Reven and Zinnia through mud-slathered streets, his broad and tall form moving like an unrelenting frigate through canals of exposed misery. More than one beggar's hand rose in plea; a rat catcher yelled his services at them obnoxiously; a drunkard swayed over for staggered...

A pause of consideration preceded his answer. The face of a small boy swam before his mind's eye, all bright brimming smiles of misaligned teeth and sparkling eyes. Innocent. Open-minded. Excited. "Foe. One who may be in possession of critical information to our organisation." His words...

The thundering footfalls stopped. Mortivore had halted, one foot on the cart. He cocked his head to the side, watching the blood run from the inert leader, dripping from planks and joining the red miasma below its wheels. He raised his head and his small, sharp eyes found Cormund. They...

Blood covered Cormund Augur like he had crawled through a puddle of it. This gritty exterior seemed ill-fitting for his delicate features. The blooming youth still apparent in his soft cheeks and large, unnaturally teal eyes. Mortivore's gaze met them, much like a pair of common flints might...

One would think either of the two might respond. But instead, a third voice entered, raspy and cavernous, pinging off the pussing trees like falling rocks. "Their senses dwindle with their purpose. They have only one task left." The second crow had landed. Each man turned for a crow of their...

"Quit your hiding. I know you're there, old sod." The bandit leader stepping beyond the trees seemed as obstrusive as an audience member walking up the stage in a theatre, inviting himself behind the curtain. Then more distantly, he cried out: "Ah, there you are, grandfather! Come here...

The cart trundled down the meagre path, wheels churning earth and clacking over roots creeping over the path, the forest overstepping its bounds on human soil. The trees whispered secrets to one another in the wind; dark things -- things only they had seen. Bloody deeds far from the vigilant eye...

"May I suggest he joins us for the streets? It is evident he is a stranger to these lands. We need not give the guards any more reason to suspect us." Aske's eyes gleamed like the twin needles of a surgeon, poised to pierce flesh. There was prospect in those eyes; seeing something in Reven...