Recent content by Praetor Boesarius Terral

Balian blushed when Reize bestowed upon him a smile. He certainly had his moments of shyness, and fit well into the mold, known to many, of a man graced with superior intellect but lacking sociability. As Reize began to ascend the steps, it fell to Boesarius to prompt his brother along. With a...

Allow me to invite you to sit in the Faysal Box with me. "A kind gesture. We'll take it," said Boesarius. But Balian paled with anxiety, even as Reize made her jest, and held up his hands. It seemed that even in his own mind he was diminished, made small before the occasion and the locale and...

Balian and Boesarius Terral as brothers could not have been more different from one another. Balian was the elder by several years, and for his trade he became a historian, having only in recent times completed his grand work, A History of Gild, after a decade of dedication. He liked to travel...

Boesarius looked on the Ommites with disdain. If he could, he would have had them all executed, one by one. But his preferred solution was not feasible, nor wise. They would need them as hostages to ensure a safe return to Gildan territory, and their return to the Iron Aristocracy, he already...

They continued through the streets with the Eastern Gate as their object. And they passed by the branching lane which ran north and to the Templar Barracks, the Barracks itself available to be seen in fleeting glimpses beyond the homes of the Insan near it. Presently they passed by a stable on...

"Follow me," he said, walking past Akiza without stopping. Dutifully, the good little jin, she fell in the line behind him. "Where are we going?" she asked. "To Vestia." And he slid a glance suggestive of encouraged malice toward her. "I detest the Vestians. And you will too, once you come to...

Today the Right Ordering would be firmly asserted. Though Boesarius preferred to hunt the Curite, the jin, and especially the Fae, he did not neglect his duty as Regulator to police even Gild itself. One's fellow citizen remained fallible. Sometimes it deserved the cell. Sometimes it deserved...

Boesarius smiled. What an obedient jin. There was something that tickled his fancy about that—a certain novelty to it. He let slide his hand from her neck, stood back from the tree, and said, "Stay here." He turned to walk away, but before parting added this: "We'll find you some kujars to...

Boesarius with his free hand now languidly brought it up, the deliberate slowness of the motion suggestive that he knew he had all the time and power in the world to act as he pleased here. His hand came to wrap itself around Akiza's neck, yet he applied no pressure. He didn't need to. Almost...

Boesarius smiled, and it was a terrible sight to behold. "My trust? Never in the whole of your abhorrent life would you ever gain it."

Boesarius reacted not with unbridled anger nor force to Akiza's impertinence. He merely stretched out an arm and placed his palm against the tree by which they both stood, and now he had her enclosed on three sides. He loomed over her, greater than her in size and stature and station, and the...

Boesarius mirrored her smile. "Then take care of it..." And after a hanging second he added: "...jin."

"Drink some water." Difficult was it to tell if he was being completely serious, or playing the same game Akiza herself was playing.

A pity. Boesarius had no new hunts. His last had been a werewolf stalking the foothills of the Spine across Campania. It benefited not Gild alone for the beast to be slain, and Boesarius needed no gratitude from the other peoples of Campania nor, truthfully, from anyone who walked upon Arethil...