Recent content by Sable Pembroke

Sable was taken aback. Perhaps he shouldn't have been, given the circumstances, given that it was Kristen herself that had wanted him here to begin with, but...well, it was really no wonder that she'd been called away to that Dincia monastery all that time ago. Her forgiveness was nigh saintly...

In moments more they reached the top of the flight. Kristen spoke of events the likes of which Sable had only barely scratched the surface of even in Vel Anir's own attempted equivalent, the Festum Kristen made mention of. It was quite a lot to take in at once. "Ha! You're too good for me, I...

Were she not a Dreadlord, Kristen would have made for a terrifying negotiator. Sable knew her to be the stewardess of her family's prize jewel, Vel Numera, but it was time that she had to split between that administrative task and being a (as Zael would have put it) weapon for the state. What...

Well that came as a surprise, though he supposed the answer would have been surprising no matter what it was. That Lord Pirian thought a former occupant of Vel Salvus prison would be a fitting suitor for his niece was certainly something...but perhaps Sable thought too little of himself. He was...

"I'm glad for that," he replied with a smile. It was a curious thing, as he'd taken the same route but from a different starting point. When portal stones were involved travel was such a linear thing, novelty sacrificed on the altar of convenience...but it did make travel safer, and in this...

"Lady Kristen," he greeted her in turn, taking her hand. In a flash, he recalled the plethora of books he'd read, the tales of romance and chivalry alike. It dawned on him now that, in this moment, he was quite literally a knight taking a Lady's hand, and he knew from every tale he'd ever...

The correspondence from Lord Tobias Pirian had been concise, but informative. Generally Sable did not deny requests from the man who'd freed him from serving a long sentence, but he'd been given very clear permission to do so in this instance. After all, Lord Pirian did not pull any punches in...

"Because we must." Of course. Honor was something that Sable still had to wrestle with the concept of now that he was who he'd become. It was an ideal that, as Samantha had framed it, was a luxury more than anything, and often little more than a pipe dream. Duty, on the other hand...duty was...

Sable shook his head. Well, no one ever said this would be easy. "The only tracker I know is a fresh graduate from the Academy, and, ironically, I have no idea where she is. Livia Quinnick. I read about her in the school's registry at one point," he began, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "If I...

Well, the first half of the plan was sound, at least. "Unfortunately stealth has never been my forte. Frankly, with how tall I am and with my habit of charging headlong, the proctors sort of gave up on any chance of me being fielded in covert operations," Sable confessed, a wry grin on his...

"We're banking a hell of a lot on 'hopefullies' here, Zael. But...desperate times, nothing ventured, and a hundred other idioms. I can't think of any better way to do this, so we'll do it your way. Just a shame we couldn't have better numbers to work with," Sable replied grimly.

The young man's thoughts turned to his books. The dashing rogue archetype wasn't one of his favorites, but he'd still read stories of a few over the years. He was recalling some of their antics now, in fact. "I think I've got an idea," he grinned. Then came the next hitch. "If you're genuinely...

Mixed feelings swelled within Sable's chest as he listened to Zael's plan come together. There was no honor in a backhanded betrayal...but then, that was the exact train of thought that Samantha had sought to break him from. Sometimes doing the right thing meant sacrificing one's ideals. It was...

Sable pointed a finger forwards and bobbed it up and down--a small "eureka." "Then that's our opening...does he want you working with Stenn, or hunting him down?"

"Hmm..." Sable hummed thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "He didn't leave some way to get back in touch with him? Didn't task you with anything? Did he just threaten Yuna and let you go?" He considered the ramifications for a long while, trying to follow the logic of a man that was certifiably...