Recent content by Rhenn Willowood

For all the flaws he’d picked out in the spunky little upstart, there was fire in her eyes; It was an ember he recognized all too well. He’d carried the same blaze for the better part of a decade, back before he knew better. Rhenn had expected her to fold, but the side of her blade, ever so...

He looked less of a man and more of an echo as he stood before her, head cocked to the side and eyes glimmering not unlike the pale disc lighting the rainy sky above. Rhenn didn't move a muscle as the woman recovered from her brief stumble and drew her knife, bringing that toothed blade level...

Rhenn Willowood had not planned on company. The man crouched in the empty space between two ribs of flying buttress, where the rain slid past without ever quite touching. The stone was slick, and the night loud with water and wind, but none of it belonged to him. Rhenn belonged to the dark, and...

There wasn't much about that accursed stone that Rhenn didn't know. Being in the displeasure of its company for the better part of a decade had left him with an innate knowledge of the mind of the rock, for lack of a better term. Willowood didn't pretend to understand the intricacies of how the...

Rhenn had considerable doubts about the capabilities of this Devil, but he had to give her a margin of credit; she seemed to understand what he meant. The two of them did not trapeze from roof to roof, crossing over trecherous heights and risking the ire of an entire city for the safe of mere...

It was almost jealousy that gnawed at his gut as he watched the Devil so effortlessly clamber up the steeple of the church. There was a time not terribly long ago when he could move like that-- when every movement beyond the normal scope of a human's range didn't cause him such loathsome pain...

Rhenn couldn't decide whether to scowl of smirk up at the lounging Devil, so casually confident in every act she performed. It was a shadow of what he'd once been, a mirror into what he'd lost, and what he desired her to help reclaim. Effortless prowess, and talent unmatched by any in his field...

Rhenn opted to ignore her most pointed question at first, though he certainly heard it. Perhaps he didn't have an answer he wished to share, or perhaps he didn't quite know himself. Maybe both. Either way he was preoccupied at the moment; Willowood drove a stake down into the dirt stamping it...

They travelled in silence, for a time. Daylight had begun to wane, most of it burnt waiting for Ingrid to wake from her little midday nap. Now the orange glow of the sunset lit the path ahead of them; a lonely, empty road, the only one out of the docks that wasn't being travelled. The farther...

Rhenn couldn't ever bring himself to care enough about the beliefs of others to know of any stories spoken of Mathalla's kind. The Valenntenians believed that demons and devils were dark embodiments of sin, left behind as any other by their makers and twisted by evil. The gravity of a Devil's...

Rhenn merely stood upon the dock with his arms crossed as she lazily made her way off of the boat, his expression unchanging as Ingrid struggled to regain her senses after the episode she'd suffered. It sure as hell didn't help she'd made him return the stone so soon, but what was he going to...

Rhenn wasn't certain what the Father of The Devil was, in title or nature, but it was something he'd usually try not to piss off. Maybe it spoke to how his short time with Mathalla had set his mind racing, then, that the idea of whatever had spawned her seething at their little pact made a...

By the time Bohnes awoke, they'd already reached the end of their short boat trip; Rhenn had already docked the small vessel and unloaded any of their belongings onto the dock. Now, he simply lounged on a wooden bench perched at the edge of the dock, head lazily tilted down and waiting for his...

The expression on Rhenn's twisted face was unchanging as Bohnes refused the olive branch he offered her, far earlier than he'd any intention to. It was his own fault, he decided, for allowing the slivers of pity he had left bubble up and cause him to sympathize with her. Of course she couldn't...

Normally, Rhenn would think it unwise to give the Devil so much information so freely. He wasn't a trusting type, especially towards those he knew to hold power beyond his. On the other hand, he knew that Mathalla would likely find out that which she sought to know one way or another. There was...