Recent content by Syr Guernot

The squires had made a good effort. Their gasping breaths and flailing arms were graceless, but Guernot wasn't embarrassed by such displays. He'd spent enough time around people who had lungs and legs and only a paltry amount of subcutaneous insulation, his expectations were reasonable. One by...

Hector led the pack, but he was also first out of the water. The newly knighted Syr Rookheart found the rescue barge all on his own. A warm blanket and a hot cup of coco was his to claim as Guernot helped him scramble aboard. Guernot clapped a hand against the lad's shoulder. Let him smile and...

Along the Outer Rims. Over the edge of the falls that the daring leapt from, the waters opened up into another terraced lake. Drifting lazily on the still surface of the water were plenty of barges and boats, islands of respite for the unlucky swimmers that couldn't handle the chill of the...

He had a certain amount of sympathy for Adjantis, as the big wyldling mulled over the puzzle of the plants before them, clearly unfamiliar with the work. For while Guernot had nothing against fruits and vegetables, he'd always much rather be chewing on seal blubber than whatever was being served...

He let Oliver wander his response out, watching as the other man stepped some heel-steps away before coming back. A bit more mororseness, and then a question that barely brightened the mood. Guernot would take it. "What, about the blighted beetles?" he responded, uncrossing his arms and...

At Oliver's words, Guernot gnashed his teeth together, just once. An old habit of his; a gesture that meant something else below water than it did above. He did, however, still dedicate a polite length of time to contemplating the orchard that Oliver waved at. The trees themselves did not stir...

Syr Edelbert gave the orcish man a bemused look as he spoke his part regarding the beetles. The Death Pursuant was not used to being listened to when it came to the minutia of the blight, let alone by someone who knew what they were talking about. Even Guernot, who was actively helping, had a...

It was a hot day in Teth, and Guernot was sweating through the loose linen shirt he wore. What's worse was that the person right in front of him and the person right behind him wouldn't look him in the eye, let alone strike up a conversation. So he didn't have much to do as he stood in line...

With a gloved hand, Syr Edelbert scooped up the grub and deposited into a jar, where several other grubs of a similar hue squirmed about against the glass. He shook the glass and peered at it contemplatively, until the rattly sound of a wheelbarrow interrupted his thoughts. "Oliver!" Guernot...

The apple trees rustled sweetly over Guernot's head as he knelt in front of one of the squat little trunks. The grass was mushy, and he could feel the damp soaking into his pantleg, where his knee rested on the ground. He leaned in close, fins brushing against the branches, and tapped two webbed...

"Everything's dangerous! I'm dangerous," he pointed at his own chest, then jabbed two webbed fingers at Nasrin. "You're dangerous. What the hell's the metric in a place like this, anyway?" His shoulders scrunched up in a sonorous shrug, rustling the bushes with a scrape of sound that was harsh...

Along the treeline, at the edge of the valley which nestled the wizard's tower, Guernot rode with the others. He sat upon his faithful mare, Nessie, one hand on the reins and the other gripping a blade. Though, the sword felt a little unnecessary, since the wizard was still very far away, and...

Just as he had thought, the young redheaded boy gratefully accepted the fine amber ring. It only took a little bit of prodding. Guernot laughed cheerfully at the young man's earnestness, which sobered to a pointy-toothed smile when he was asked his name. "Ah, you can call me Guernot," the...

Guernot pouted his lips in pensive thought as the young man denied the finely crafted jewelry in favor of the roughly hewn bits of amber lining the shelves behind him. "Well, I supposed you know your liege better than I. If you think her Highness will appreciate the uncut amber better..."...

"That serious, huh?" Guernot responded with a good amount of sympathy, not fully grasping the kid's explanation. He had already crafted an elaborate backstory of unrequited love for the young man, and mere facts were not enough to get in the way of the Flame Knight's fanciful imagination. All...