Recent content by Roebin Featherwind

Ah, the flavor of fresh bread and cured meats! The smell still wafted through Roebin, even though he had no nose nor vitals anymore to enjoy food. His aimless wandering stopped at the scent of the simple meal, and the little voice that accompanied it. A few more crunching steps, as he followed...

The summer months were a rough time for ghosts. Something about the long daylight hours, and dry, noisy air. Roebin survived by sleeping through most of that heat, his head groggy and his sense of time blurred. So when the first drafts of cooling air swept through the forest and the autumn mists...

Roebin looked up at the sky above, through the shattered roof that once covered the well. He would have rolled his eyes at the young man's attitude, if he'd had them. "Is this how you want to bring the new year in, talking to a dead man about stuff that doesn't matter?" The Master of Loch...

Wow, this kid was really scared of him. It was almost refreshing, compared to the usual disrespect he got from the squires. Die once, and suddenly you lose all merit in the eyes of the youth. Not that they were too far off the mark, however. He wondered how long it would take the young man to...

Ah, that's right. He'd forgotten, Melgan was particularly unskilled at the magical arts. One needed a rudimentary understanding of anima to see ghosts, which not every squire achieved. He suspected that the squires, over the generations, had devised an elaborate hazing ritual where the older...

"It's in the side pocket, there." Roebin manifested above the squire's shoulder, hovering effortlessly as he pointed a spectral, glowing finger at the boy's pack. The Master of Loch's influence in the physical realm waxed and waned with the moons, like a cosmic tide crashing along some distant...

"I can hear all of you, you know," Roebin said, reeling around and turning his glowing, pupil-less gaze onto the positively crowded library. Thank the light then that at least one of the knights here had some manners. "Don't blame me, books are rather recent inventions - back in my day only...

Roebin Featherwind, Master of the Loch, was dead, and had been dead for maybe three hundred or so years, though he wasn't really the type to keep track. This suited him just fine most of the time, but admittedly there were some setbacks. He manifested a visible form in front of the library's...