Recent content by Rhenn Willowood

He certainly hoped the ale in this shithole was more tasteful than the ugly sign above the door. It was unfortunate that he wasn't afforded much of a choice tonight: The sheets of rain cascading down overhead in the waning light of dusk didn't encourage him to wander about to seek an...

Rhenn wasn't sure what shocked him more, that anybody had bothered to heed the old man's pathetic call for reinforcements, or that the few who showed up didn't look entirely incompetent at first glance. The sound of approaching hooves drew the gaze of the two soldiers already with Willowood, but...

Being back in his old garb in front of so many gawking onlookers as they descended back into the city of Valenntenia was bad enough, but having to strut down the street so casually was even worse; Rhenn was accustomed to travelling in his own way, slinking through the alleyways and across the...

Commander Willowood As you know, I received a distressing letter from Aliman Cubworth one week ago. Aliman's mental state has been declining for some time, but this message shows the situation to be more dire than I anticipated. Cubworth claims the Ancients have told him that Valenntenia is...

Rhenn was distracted enough with his thoughts that he hadn't paid any mind to the odd slip of paper that Ingrid had taken along with her stone. Or, if he did notice, he didn't seem to particularly care. It was Bohnes' comment on secrets that made him snort in a short laugh, shaking his head as...

Rhenn's eye followed her carefully as she approached the Tower doors. Thus far, Ingrid seemed an incompetent choice for the wielder of Disease, one who'd already gone in too deep before she was ready. While he'd never vocalize pity for the girl, Willowood didn't blame her for her shortcomings...

The way she so sarcastically used that ridiculous title that the people had given him so long ago... If it were anybody else he would have admired the balls it took to speak it so brazenly to his face. In Ingrid's case, though, even if she'd had balls, which he doubted, they'd long since rotted...

Were Ingrid not a woman he was being paid, handsomely so, to look after, Rhenn would have smacked her across her face for her insolence. She was no Guardian in his eyes, no servant of the Stones to be respected. She was a girl playing pretend, and he was here to give her a healthy dose of...

She didn't look like much. Surely there must have been some sort of mistake-- The short and skinny sack of bones that stood exactly where his new 'protege' had been instructed to wait for him wasn't like any kind of Guardian he'd ever seen before. Maybe the old man had been so desperate to fill...

"I'm not interested." Captain Willowood only gave the old man those three words, nothing more. Not even a passing glance was offered to the figure standing in the doorway of his cluttered and claustrophobic office, tucked into the corner of the Vanguard Headquarters at his request. The Captain...