Recent content by Baise

"None of my business boy? If you even are a human. That sounded like a confession to me." The Witchhunter glanced over his shoulder, as if hoping for someone to bear witness. They were being watched by a pair of villagers, but from a distances. One black crow looking down at them from the...

"When you are...done..." Witchhunter Steelspyre actually looked shocked. He had stared down goblins and demons and witches. Yet the brazen response from the young man genuinely shocked him. Steelspyre closed his hand around the iron mallet at his belt. He believed in the immutability of iron...

The scraggy, gnarled face immediately snapped towards Lysander. The Witch Hunter lifted his chin and looked down his hawkish nose at him. "You?" The candles across his shoulders flickered in the breeze. "Man who summons beasts, worshipper of devil's and sodomiser of imps! Emerge and call...

"Why do you live here?" Baise asked. He didn't know why, but the question was suddenly important to him. Not the chase do Lysander's quarry, but how this situation had come about. Baise knew better than to judge a book by its cover. He found Lysander fascinating and wanted to know his...

There were times when a spell required the most complex weave of magic to undo it. It was like trying to knit a scarf that when pressed to another scarf, slipped into all the spaces and unwound the threads on its own. There were times when it didn't. Feeling the flow of carefully placed and...

Lysander clearly favoured the direct approach. Baise drew a handkerchief from his pocket and held it over his mouth and nose as he stepped into the darkness. The smell still reached him and his displeasure reached his eyes. Baise wondered how Lysander would smell any fires over the damp...

"I was," Baise said. He looked over Lysander's shoulder at the broken foliage that marked the pig's flight. Baise gave a small nod of appreciation for the direct nature of magic. "Let's go." Drip...drip...drip When Witchfinder Hakes leaned forwards the wax would slowly fall upon the...

"Hah, familiars, did you hear that?" "Caw!" "They think of us as their humans," Baise replied. Not that Jude was. One of the ravens was flying high. Tiberius had eyes on Jude, but also could map out a route. Baise pointed at one on the corner of a house at the raven that had cawed at them...

"Interesting," Baise said. He did not clarify what he found interesting. "I think that we should avoid violence if we can. At least in public," Baise added with a hard edge to his tone. There was a little more steel in the man than there might have appeared at first. Baise was well learned...

"Have you ever been around pigs? They will eat almost anything. I suggest we get people away from it." Baise sighed as he considered what they could do after that. "The magic has permanence," he explained. "Which means that no simple nullification dispel will undo it. I could attempt to...

"He sounds like he was be fascinating to talk to," Baise said. The man didn't need Baise to talk about the ages of some of the people he had learned from during his time with the Fae. Baise also thought he was showing immense control to avoid any kind of joke about Lysander's positions...

"A second level Dreadlord, I wonder if that is one rung from the top or one from the bottom," Baise replied. There was a familiar note in the magic here. It was not distinctly fae in nature. It didn't have that same sense of trickery and illusion. It wasn't the blunt, textbook style of magic...

Baise was the first to break eye contact. The storm clouds were gone and he flashed a knowing smile as he turned away. He could see why the man took it as a challenge to his pride. Baise hadn't meant it to be like that. Even as he smiled and walked with an easy gait, he silently chastised...

"Did you hear that?" Caw! "Yes my familiar. Now shoo and don't get yourself into trouble," Baise said. He turned his attention to Jude. "We will need to avoid them. They've gone to the church. You can guess who might have reached out to them. It won't be long until they find out there...

Lysander was a surprisingly thoughtful young man, Baise decided. A little less terse than he might have expected after their first introductions. "No, I don't think we can learn much more from the remnants. But it is remarkable to see." He narrowed his eyes, sifting through memories to try...