Recent content by Nicomo

Nicomo's absent gaze is trained on the floor in front of where he hung. He continues to hum, unaware of the young Warden's presence. It's a short tune, but he doesn't finish it. His attention returns when she speaks to him. "By ship," he answers simply. He starts to ramble, "The shattered Eye...

Ahhh, I’m thirsty. Nicomo was tossed around between that sadistic treasurer and the one with a princess attitude. Where did somebody get off on being the queen or king of a trash heap? They are just the petty rulers of a little island. Did they have any idea about how large the world was or...

The Warden Gwyddion’s dungeon, or playpen as it’s known on the streets of Cerak, is decorated with what one might expect. Jars filled with viscous suspensions containing various body parts and organs belonged to several different species lined the shelves. Tomes and scrolls are organized on a...

Nicomo is hunched over the bartop of some watering hole some ways away from the ongoing festivities. Still swordless, he finds some temporary distraction in drowning himself in strong drinks. Nico slurs a grumble as he sits up, pokes the counter with his finger, and raises the same one to order...

The swing-jawed Nicomo absently watches the auction proceed with the fascination of a curious child, but the brands on his skin and lengthy scars on his back scream that what he sees is a nasty affair. Be quiet, broken flesh. The guards have swords. He circles the crowd of degenerates...

There is a distant, echoing cry in the dungeons. "Sword? Sword? SWORD!"

If Nicomo could have ever managed at least a single prayer through chaos of his mind, perhaps whatever God or heathen's name he swore to would have taken mercy upon his tortured existence and allowed him a final rest. Alas, he isn't so fortunate. The color slowly returns to Nicomo's face, and...

A pale and waterlogged Nicomo, half-buried among the wreckage, does not stir.

Nicomo couldn't see a thing. He thinks he feels somebody over his shoulder and draws and swings his broken blade in a single motion, cleaving nothing but empty air. He holds the stance for a second, then blindly swings again to his right. He belches. "Fighting in the dark sure is hard!"...

"Your strongest spirit," Nicomo requested. Sharv joined them and Nicomo greeted the Bloodletter by lifting one of his hands an inch off the table in a casual, curt wave. The brim of Sharv's wide hat dropped in an equally curt nod in response. "Sharv knows~! Oh, he knows~! If not a drop of blood...

The swordsman was settled in when Iren found him. Nicomo smiled. "I have bested that devil Al-Khul once again," His expression darkens and he hunches forward with his balled fists pressed on the tabletop. His body shivers with anticipation, or seething. A contest against the influence of...

Nicomo was too engrossed in his search for Autolycus' scathing rebuke to do any harm. The Elf's words fell upon deaf ears. He had paused only to watch with longing and fascination as a caravan entered the oasis and wandered towards the inn. He met the eyes of one man and caught a glance of a...

"Sword... sword..." Nicomo crawled in the sand, tiredly digging with his hands to fish for his misplaced weapon. He didn't pay any mind to the time he spent searching. His knees left a uneven circular trail around the inn. Though inebriated, he was sober enough to kneel upright and assess the...