Recent content by Owain

"I'm thinking that this has to be an incredibly hairy man," Owain said just before the shouts of a new arrival echoed against the tree they were investigating. It made sense when Rho nudged him on. Owain was, quite clearly, the best at this line of work. He crossed his arms and slowly walked...

"Right, second watch, sounds swell." He didn't argue past that. If Rhory wanted to play trapmaker and Arn got himself some rest that'd all work out just fine. Of course, it was the last thing that Arn said which perked the Odren Guard's ears a bit. A suggestion that was so brilliant he was...

Wow. Rho had actually killed the bastard. Thank kress, two less Dreadlords in this world were nothing but a good thing if you asked him. "I think I need about twelve pints of that pisswater at the local pub," his head shook violently in disapproval. The drinks and cuisine this far from the...

One second Owain was resigned to death and then in the next there was a thin wooden stick poking out of his murderer's throat. In the next instance he tumbled over, clutching at his arm and trying to press out the bleeding. His arm burned with intensity as he tried harder and harder to press...

Calm down!? The farmboy and goldilocks were practically on death's door! How was he supposed to calm down?! If one, or gods above forbid both, of them died he'd have to carry all that gear back to the camp. Then explain to the captain why he let 'em die! Maybe Felix just wasn't getting how...

Holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The Dreadlord they'd enraptured in a trap had somehow gotten loose. This was the worse case scenario, the end of all things, the spitting image of death staring back at Arn and Owain. He saw his companion's axe bury itself in the soil near the approaching...

The feud. It had obviously been mentioned in the briefing but Owain couldn't recall the why of it at all. "Family shit," he muttered under his breath, unwilling to admit he hadn't bothered to pay attention during their pre-mission briefing. Eventually he caught up to Arn and Rhory, though...

"Well," he called as sweat piled upon his forehead, "you know how she is, thinks she can do it all on her own." He managed a grin despite the dire circumstances and the seven goblins which... Ran in odd formations. He fired a bolt and he could've sworn one of the creatures tried to step in...

At first Owain was numb. Still in shock at the sudden chaos and terror of the attacking beasts. But seeing the three surviving creatures literally turn tail and run filled him with another emotion. Thrill. Excitement. "That's right you fucking hounds!" He yelled as loud as his lungs would...

"Girlfriend?" Owain immediately stared knives at the Dreadlord who'd made such an accusation. As if he was about to settle down with just one girl! He snapped out of his anger as he listened to Rhory's instruction, clearly seeing that she was trying to herd their one pal into one of the traps...

Owain had been certain about a few things. This murder had happened, he was going to solve it, and Everette was going to help him do it. "Bear hands?" It was a strange thought. He didn't think there were bears nearby and he wasn't sure why a bear would torture someone but... oh, he meant...

Yeah, okay, so Rhory had tried to stop him but Owain knew he was basically a savant for this kind of stuff. The plan was practically fool proof. Then the pair of Dreads called him a turncoat and threatened to slit his beautiful neck just before the one making the threats found himself...

"Uh," Owain tried to figure out what the hell was even going on as Rho cried out about her blade and Arn suggested they stick together. It wasn't until Felix drew nearer that a plan emerged he could get behind. With a curt nod he answered his fellow Guard quickly, "sounds good." Letting...

Everything Arn was saying made sense. Knowing that the real authorities were in town gave Towin and whatever family he had an excuse to clear out, let the professionals invetigate. "For sure Everett," he offered to his other Guardsmen before re-focusing his attention on Arn. Then he saw the...

Owain hoped Rhory was wrong. If they all went after her it'd be way easier to deal with 'em. But the wolfish bastards had other ideas as one of the things snuck up on Arn and threw him to the ground, rabid teeth trying to chomp at his wristguard. "Holy shit," he stood there, looking dumb at...