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It was over. The man was over with. The scythe yet burned, runes about the blade pulsing with light that’d begun growing dimmer. Like a day fading or life draining, inching away half unnoticed. The white-knuckled grip on the hammer loosened as he straightened, arm coming to rest at his side...

He squinted, watching the shift of grey overhead, the great bulb of the sun glaring through the clouds. It shone high, marking the time barely past midday. Could well clear up for the night yet. ” So, you’ve found him. Poor bastard. ” Syr Hoffren’s voice came from somewhere behind his shoulder...

The force of the hit was in his entire arm, an ache lingering as the stricken went astumble, nigh dirtborne with his long blade. The air grew deadly then, sentencing two to finality and dealing it unseen, like the shadows themselves should’ve woken to pass judgement. Mere dull thuds betwixt the...

Them. Like some fabled Death. A body collided against his, the metal mute at the impact that affected his balance not at all. The hammer swept retaliation, hungry for blood and flesh and all too hasty for it, falling mere inches clear off the mark. A suit of steel was a lot to face, so it...

It was a waiting, until it wasn’t. In the cooling mountain night voices traveled, from somewhere in the dark wherein he would peer, looking for movement. The fire made it hard to see anything beyond flicker of shadows, naught but harsh edges dancing on treetrunks and rockfaces, gently asway. But...

As time elapsed in their preparations, he upturned the visor from narrowing his observance, attention torn betwixt his shuffling companions and the surrounding dark that begged to be kept an eye on. From it, his dark look bounced to Syr Faramund as the man extended a gesture upon his gauntlet...

From him came but a metallic hum as Faramund’s suggestion was heeded, the three of them immediately at the carnage making short work of adjusting its appearance to something less suspicious. Provided one didn’t stray too close that was, but it was better than nothing one had to figure. In time...

A breath echoed within the bevor, pleasantly warm in the dropping temperature of the highlands’ night. His look scanned the thickets and twisted, stunted evergreens they’d left behind, the soft sway of their limbs the one discernible movement against a whole lot of stillness. Too much of it, his...

The past months had grown long, the nights dragging on even as they grew lighter. It was time to get back out, even for himself, it felt like. Something old was coming to a head. He had the gist of it, the bigger picture, despite not having been there for the rest. Not that he’d required it...

It will— Admission, yet again. He nodded alongside a shiver that rose his shoulders, form adjusting against it like he meant to shrug off the bite of cold. And on went the voice next to him, speaking level and calm, but with a humbling honesty. It wasn’t like he hadn’t wondered too, at times...

More than— gone unnoticed. Or found suddenly when the need for it be dire, inspired? “ Like any strength, then. “ He remarked blankly, voice low with yet forming thought. Fragile, but one could train it for tenacity. Green amidst a desert, boundlessly persistent. There wasn’t another way, were...

He exhaled sharp at the response, amusement in the bob of his head. Awfully practical and all too sensible — one might’ve even considered it the only right answer. Resourceful, gone excavating for a solution and hope. He could accept what it meant. “ Point taken. “ Watching the fire, he paused...

There was a strange air about the man, he realized, watching him remain on his spot and speak. The sequence of words, a series of inquiries more or less, was disjointed at best and concerning at worst. As the latter was also the weight that appeared to have perched itself on Syr Isander’s...

A bit of a frown hung upon him, one of attention rather than disapproval as he listened to Dal remark on what he’d perceived his weaknesses. Terribly reasonable and relatable, himself never having bent to fantastical and magical. He could only bob his head at it in understanding, not voicing...

“ Is there? “ He inquired, searching the man’s face for implied detail. Had it been anyone else he might’ve taken it for a joke or some clever crypticism, but as far as he knew his present company partook in no such sport. Of this nature, anyway. Visibly perplexed by the remark, he slowed his...