Recent content by Syele Wilhart

Her concerns only swelled as they made their way across the city, the volume of people steadily increasing from a trickle of those heading to the college to the masses pouring out of their homes. Syele imagined that many of these people weren't even aware of why there was a gathering, only that...

Even without the knight's intervention, Syele's attempt to roll over was already foiled by her weakened form, the movement sluggish and met by the swift reminder of her injuries. It was a pain that screamed from every inch, from bandages pressing into tender, burnt flesh to broken bones that...

Sergeant Wilhart had not been oblivious to death. The Northern Army was not a station for the faint of heart; its duties involved far more conflict than those of its peers. It was the shield against northern raiders, trained to withstand the sudden barrage of skirmishes and to reply in brutal...

The initial panic birthed from the sudden movement of one of the figures at her side couldn't be smothered by the idyllic backdrop and the firm hand that restrained her could only be met by impotent resistance that swiftly petered out when it was clear that she would not be moving anywhere...

It was not a restful sleep. Instead, it hovered on the precipice of reality and agony, the awareness of movement and pain pulling Syele back every time she dared to slip beneath the surface. Yet she could not register the world around her, a thick haze obscuring faces and voices, rendering them...

Whether or not it was a small mercy that Syele could not decipher the meaning of the other woman's face was left up to the fates. She had only asked out of Sergeant's instinct, her duty of care towards those men and women littering the field around them overtaking the ragged remnants of...

Syele had anticipated trouble; that much was certain. No matter how much Jast claimed to the contrary that it would only be a ruckus, as he had put it, her heart was hardly soothed. People were, at best, predictably unpredictable. Put them in large numbers, feeling owed or aggrieved, and you...

With her request granted, Erich Calvart was at last gifted eternal peace. No longer would the eyes of his soul stare forever out upon the place of his senseless death, but instead would find the comforting embrace of darkness in the end. Perhaps selfishly, she had hoped that his rest would...

"I can't say I'm surprised," she commented, knowing Jast's charisma far outweighed her own. The man was enigmatic and compelling when he wanted to be, even when slumped over like a wastrel and even more so when he spoke. It muddied the waters of who the man really was, and she wondered if the...

Time was no longer measured by the length of thoughts and the filtering rays of light that crept in through the gaps between bodies. It was found in rot, evident in shrinking, discoloured flesh that birthed putrid blisters set to burst. His decay was her hourglass, the sands of which flooded her...

It wasn't a comforting sight. The man who she was supposed to put her trust in was hunched over, not unlike the down-and-out cripples at the harbour. Wilhart was aware that in order to spread the word that they would have to socialise, and nothing drew out trust like sharing a pint but it...

Erich Calvart had brown eyes. They betrayed every part of his face, making him seem innocent and boyish no matter how hard the rest of his features tried. His prodigious nose, so proud and angular. A prominent brow, almost primitive in its position. The thick, dark beard that covered his jaw...

"Just dinna think 'bout where his hand has been," Reggie advised with a meaty slap on Syele's back as Willie locked hands with her. "My hands?!" The wiry man retorted, looking to the woman with an eyebrow cocked, "Feels like you've been greasing yours up, love!" "Maybe you shouldn’t be...

That bitter nostalgia took root as the games began, starting at one table with three men before spreading across the room. Before long, everyone was enraptured and huddled around the table, and even the accordionist switched to an upbeat shanty that befitted the raucous contest. Crude insults...

The sight of Jaster half-stumbling, once he dismounted, was a cause for concern. Was he drunk? From their time spent together, it was plain to see that the man enjoyed a drink, which was not uncommon for those who were serving and had once served. Syele reserved her judgment on this matter as...