Recent content by Theolonious Montbank

Montbank felt an sense of satisfaction out of Roki's attendance to his words. He nodded back sagely. "Be well, do well." He finished up his bowl of food quickly, as if flight were demanded of him any moment from now. He got up, and began to tidy up his chemical affairs. "Well, that seals...

"Surely so, now, sincerest apologies," Montbank commented softly as Innis made approach. "Fitting the title to such a stout heart, long plied to the deeds of duty. Syr Rookheart," Montbank said as if making the title firmer in his mind, and allowed to the two to converse as his head swivelled...

Wings rested from dormant moments shivered in response to the blast of sound signalling the next phase of this battle. Duty bound to take to the skies, Montbank looked up and ascended with wide spread cloak of beating feather, ascending, ascending to see the battle array as it morphed into...

Frost born winds carried eyes sharp. Appraisal of numbers, regarding of singular horror that took the field. Not too long did Montbank gaze upon the grotesquery that displayed itself in breach of the ordinary, as if not to tempt it to cast a returning cursed gaze. Information gathered from the...

Montbank took the liberties to pour all too healthy measures from bottle presented. A snap of the beak as he read the label, in firm punctuation to his approval. "Good to see I'm not the only one with a perchant for mother's ruin," he said, dignified and full of confidence at such a bracing...

Erstarz was the wind that howled so forcefully to the fore, no regular pulse in it's bitter gesture that Montbank recognised as natural. There was much intent behind it's course so engrained and relentless against them. Too much so for happenstance to guide it's path. Yet to those with wings...

Montbank gave a small hoot. Ruffled his feathers as if drawing a cape about itself from imagined cold. Blinked slow. He tried to balance his thoughts between personal indulgence and trying to provide a good example to the fellow. But the truth was the best compliment he could provide, and was...

Montbank fluttered silently from the canopy down to Hector's presence, conscious that he should not linger so close to the fire from above without making entrance. To linger and listen would make a vulgar thing of his superior hearing to private conversations from up high. So to the ground he...

"No malice in such a misstep I'm certain," Montbank said immediate, his eyes upon the squire instead of food for such an admittance. He knew what it was to handle ordinance in such close proximity and the mishaps that might arrive. It was a rarely advised upon thing, this business of friendly...

On the ground, lurking between sword cuts, Montbank slinked between engagements as best he was able, hunched down, moving fast, a column of silent white in the blizzard. A gasping figure in the snow revealed as he moved about, belly slashed that caught the yellow eyes. Attended with a quick...

Gliding over all, high in vantage, Montbank forced himself to look at the backline of the foe as he passed over his comrades. Forced himself to flush out the sound of collisions and violence as the countercharge expressed it's purpose below, the collisions of axes and javelin against shield...

The frost touched air ruffled feathers as Theo Montbank collected himself beside a tree, hunched down, laden with equipment, his owl eyes peering at the foe as he huddled about himself, back straight against the bark. Alone. His talons went through the motions as he stared out. Belt, bandages...

"You carry yourself well enough to have the spirit of the knightly in my eyes, you are dutiful and respectful, and hard applying to the any task. Much too many are too cool in spirit, as if being dispassionate were a fashionable thing. But you attend your duties with good cheer and firm zeal, it...

"Ah, jolly good, thank you my good fellow. Spot of food to set the grumblings aside. Well. Some of them." Montbank pontificated with his current company, gesturing at it as if were already a lost cause as he made slow movement to the food, hands about his straight back. "Volatile components...

“Am I to be reduced by such unfruitful labours?” Feathers ruffled, slow blinks that sealed avian eyes, a tapping of taloned foot as Montbank considered the components. The aromas produced by the various mortar and pestles made the eyes water when too closely examined, let alone the acrid fumes...