Recent content by Syr Luther Peredhel

  1. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Lucid Moments Stolen Darkly

    What an unusual fellow, Rane. He'd never seen someone so liberal with their magics. Not that it was in any way flaunting, just that it was potentially unneeded attention. He shifted his great mace and longsword into a position on Simon that would be better suited for a quick witted dismount in...
  2. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Lucid Moments Stolen Darkly

    Solitary travel did not prepare him for such anomalies in personalities. It didn't help that he had recently been unsolicited in the ways of his own social awkwardness. Noticing Rane's dissatisfaction with Arbork and seeking to practice more conversation, he nodded at the pair and gruffly...
  3. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Lucid Moments Stolen Darkly

    Brow raised as one eye opened to the sounds of an apologetic... Squire? From the order by the looks of it. Macabre memories flooded Luther in an instant at the sight of the massive figure before him. He hadn't been appointed a new member since he last lost his own. Surely she was Rane's helping...
  4. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Lucid Moments Stolen Darkly

    It was characteristic of Luther to arrive at dawn. He didn't get much sleep. A self inflicted choice, and not one made by unforeseen maladies. He found solace and peace of mind in the early mornings that marked the day of an assignment. For each one bestowed upon him could be his last. Assuming...
  5. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Where The Lost Ones Go

    As Farren lapped up her fatty bits he poured himself a warmed bowl of soup. He sprinkled some greens and rabbit into the thick and creamy substance. He was pleased with the outcome of the rabbit, but not so keen on the slop that accompanied it. It wasn't the taste of the soup that displeased...
  6. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Where The Lost Ones Go

    He made small incisions between the meat and the skin with the sharp tip of the blade, trying to remain as close to the skin as he could. Vaunting his skill with swift and precise movements the skin peeled off without slack. He pulled the skin taught and laid it on the rack, then chucked the...
  7. Syr Luther Peredhel

    Private Tales Where The Lost Ones Go

    His first few steps were noisy. The snow crunching beneath his feet conjured a feeling of inadequacy. Especially next to his stealthier companion. He slowed his pace and adjusted to match the footfalls of the wolf before him. A perimeter check earlier told them they were safe for a few miles...
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