Recent content by Otto von Geist

As Liviana began opening the various crates, Otto quickly noticed something: the captive Fae were being held inside crates that specifically had strips of iron bolted to the crate, much more than was necessary to construct such a thing, and he suspected these crates must have been much heavier...

Otto watched as Liviana took the ominous blade from him, his eyes flicking between the weapon and Liviana herself. Perhaps, he thought, she meant to carve open the crate, but surely the crowbar would have been better for such a task. Then, he saw her bring the blade close to her hand...

Otto frowned when Liviana began to become distressed at the prospect of opening the crate; he felt guilty, knowing that it had been his assumption that she could open it which led her to feel that way in the first place. Her request for a blade seemed a sensible one, though, and with a person...

Otto watched with concern as Liviana stepped forward, preparing herself for her own attempt at uncovering what lay inside of the large wooden crate he'd just exerted himself greatly attempting to open. His stomach tightened as dread loomed inside him, the crate seeming less like an object of...

Otto stood, walking past Liviana as he focused on the crates. They were relatively large, wood, and Otto noticed holes in the top of the crate: neatly-carved, and intentional. Past the smell of stew, he thought he smelled something stranger, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was...

Otto's eyes were scanning Liviana as she prepared to answer him, as though he could somehow decipher even an inkling of the machinations of her mind if he gazed deeply enough. Though that look yielded no answers, he was taken aback when she took his hand in hers; compared to before, there was...

The pit in his stomach he suddenly felt as Liviana transformed from the imposing form of a brutish thug back into the form he'd come to recognize was a strangely familiar feeling. Only moments after he'd witnessed it and she'd spoken to him, charming as she ever was, did he recognize where he'd...

As Liviana was looking in his eyes, asking for his trust, Otto remembered something: a memory, of a rainy day spent with Marjorie upon a parlor balcony, overlooking the streets below while protected from the downpour by a lovely blue awning. His paramour looked at him with devilish eyes as they...

There was naught but a whisper between them now; Otto looked into the almost-gleaming eyes of his new companion, stunned now that he was getting such a close look at them, as well as the rest of her features. She appeared almost as if sculpted into a form, lacking any of the craftsman's...

In truth, the trail probably led nowhere. In reality, the two of them were likely to starve to death at this point, or die of poisoning from foraging strange berries or mushrooms. For all their collective pluck, they could only do so much against their traitorous stomachs, and Otto suspected...

Otto turned his eyes upward as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the fact that he had lost potentially their only source of food for some time, after the initial shock of the chicken's flight had subsided, anyway. "I suppose I should be glad I can provide such entertainment, then," he...

As he caught her, and she replied, Otto spoke back quickly. "Well, at least I'm someone's hero. We'll have to have a talk about the name, though..." Of course, he was too focused on getting a meal to pursue or elaborate on his point, figuring that they would do so after they had eaten. Otto...

Nonono what are you doing—he thought as Liviana clambered back onto the horse, chicken in arms, the little avian beast squawking and squirming as she mounted. Then, Otto kicked the palfrey into a sudden gallop, hopefully evading the farmer's capture as the two quickly made their way across the...

Watching Liviana attempt to coerce the horse into moving, while greatly amusing, was also accompanied by a sense of dread. Stealing horses was a serious offense, not one they would want to add to their already considerable list of respective crimes (more so an issue for him, of course) when they...

Well, he thought, at least she thinks I'm funny. Her smile was infectious however, and he found himself feeling cheery as well despite the predicament they had been in the previous day. In her defense, this was always the fun part of any type of theft--the act of stealing itself. It didn't...