Recent content by Rowan Burnes

Rowan found himself missing bits and pieces of memory after beginning the struggle for control. Chains tightened, his body pulled against them uselessly. A blink had him snarling and roaring with a semi human voice in pain as the templars pulled him down. Something was put in his mouth, wood...

The other man standing didn't garner any movement from the werewolf. The words caught his attention, but didn't register in time to realize just what the other had in mind as he was sent sprawling to the stone floor. A red haze blurred his vision, his whole body tensing as anger and pain pumped...

Rowan did not raise his head, did not speak for a long moment as he pilfered through the murmurs and things he had figured out just by listening to the others here. "A dark place, no sunlight. Torches are needed for the place they take him." Rowan attempted to pull his limbs together, the...

He didn't look up from his spot, instead waiting for the fervor of the templars to ebb and die. They didn't move if you didn't give them reason. Or at least he thought that was the truth of the matter. "They move with ruthless efficiency." He stammered, feeling the gaze of a templar on them...

Rowan kept still, not moving a muscle as he watched the guards work with their devilish efficiency. It was alarming just how quickly they moved, how alert they always managed to be of all the prisoners in their care. Someday's that bell never went off, others it seemed like that is all it did...

"I won't say your welcome until we are out of here." He replied quietly. "Rowan. Good luck." He hoped the other man Skuld have some decent luck. It was driving the wereeolf crazy being here. Getting out would be a god send. But he very much doubted anything good would happen before they got out.

Rowan didn't scoff at the lack of a plan. He would give the other a few more weeks before the idea of escape slipped his mind. If it didn't though, he wasn't going to be idle for it. His eyes drifted up and spied Anima and Kalavan. "The one on the stump likely knows a bit. They don't let him...

Rowan did not look towards the man speaking to him. Did not dare to give him the incredulous look that he deserved for suggesting, or even thinking of trying to get out of this place. "Many say that. Yet they are all still here." He stared at the bindings around his wrists and ankles. It would...

The serene peace the courtyard offered to those holed up in the cells was bothered only by the pointless chatter of those that mingled. It was a sound that most became used to, learned to ignore in the short time that they were allowed outside. His eyes opened slightly, sight falling on a man...

They poked him, prodded with fiery pain and silver tools to bring out the other side of him. To make sure it was only the shining light of the moon that drew out the side of his being that raged and aimlessly slew friend and foe alike. Not that the simple farm boy had many enemies to speak of...

The last full moon was still fresh in the minds of the people. The Flagellants were speaking of ridding the world of evils, and it certainly worked on some people that recalled the dead flock of sheep and torn apart guard dog. They had been mercilessly torn asunder by some large being it seemed...

Rowan Burnes Biographical information Birthplace Near the Spine Born Died Age 24 Home Badzislaw Physical description ...