Recent content by Muirin

Muirin felt something jostle his shoulder before he snored himself awake. Sitting upright, he blinked away the light of the morning sun and saw a swordsman rowing them to shore. "Mornin' already?" He grumbled out the query, rising to his feet and stretching his back as their dinghy met the...

Oppressive heat chased the escaping swordsmen all they way to the beach, carried along by the furious sprint of Cortez. As they finally broke onto the beach, Muirin could almost swear he felt his hair catch alight from the absolute devastation that reigned behind them. He finally brought the...

Muirin kept Cortez ready to sprint at a moment's notice, sheathing his sword to take up the reins once more. "Scary times, eh," he spoke soothingly, but the horse only blew out a sharp breath in response. Clearly, handling animals wasn't exactly his forte in the same sense as brawling or...

Muirin had to soothe the warhorse once more as a sharp cry rippled above the din of chattering beasts, and he gave the priestess a wary look. He could see the crimson running down her side in the light of her magic, and for a moment, he feared the worst. Then he saw a certain glint in her gaze...

Muirin felt his hackles rise as the dissonant screams grew louder and louder. Each moment brought more of the island's denizens upon them, and the only thing holding them at bay was, what, a moonbeam? The scoundrel had certainly been in better situations, but, hey, at least he had company for...

Muirin's pace stumbled to a stop for a moment as he awaited a response. No call came in return. Before he could take another step, however, a beacon of light erupted from within the jungle and split its way through the branches to streak skyward. The scoundrel hustled forward after a moment of...

Smoke billowed from the scoundrel's nose as he pulled free of the Oni's control, taking three heavy breaths to steady himself. The drain of that exorcism hit Muirin hard, bringing a sag to his shoulders as water lapped around his knees. "I... Need... A fockin' drink..." The words came out as a...

Muirin was surprised to see the Oni fade into an indistinct cloud, and it was upon him before he could give his question a voice. The words were strangled in his throat as smoke forced its way into his lungs, choking the scoundrel down onto one knee before his eyes blinked open with renewed...

Muirin grumbled and cursed quietly to himself as he slogged onward, trying his best to ignore the white hot lashes he'd received across his forearms during their previous fight against the fungal primates. With any hope, capturing this spirit would be the end of their issues, and he could worry...

Muirin nearly froze as he felt the telltale 'thunk' of something solid beneath his blade. He reared the weapon back, pulling the small creature with as it gave out a dying wail. Before he could make any move to boot the monkey from his blade, a resounding call echoed through the trees above, and...

Muirin followed his misty guide away from the distant sound of a thundering horde, cursing quietly to himself. He was lucky to have had his falchion with him before leaving camp, but he still felt rather naked without proper time to prepare himself. The only option other than following may as...

Face to face with a spectral panther remarkably similar to those that had haunted him in the past, Muirin cast one brief glance over his shoulder before nodding. The screams weren't going to resolve themselves, but the Cortosi had their own people to tend to that. The scoundrel, meanwhile, had a...

Another night spent in a damned fort. There were few things Muirin despised; wizards, cilantro, and mantises to name a few. But what he hated more than anything-- What he loathed more than death, soberness, or haughty noble piss-brats, were walls. To some, a great big palisade brought a sense of...

Muirin kept his arms crossed tightly over his chest, breathing in deeply through his nose and blowing it out through clenched teeth. It was a method taught to him by an old quartermaster to keep oneself from delving too quickly into the red mist of a fight, though the tension of the scoundrel's...

Muirin was silently surprised to see a woman slink into the third landing vessel, taking her seat at the opposite end to himself. A night misspent gambling and drinking from what little reserves he'd snuck onto the expedition had left the scoundrel with an utterly unpleasant buzz that wavered in...