Recent content by Vandor Colton

He watched her, spotted that she wanted to roll her eyes if not toss that tankard at him altogether, but she did not. Instead, she obliged and, when you occupied a position like his, that’s all that mattered. Was it a test on his part? A jest? Questions and answers weren’t for the bodyguard...

It definitely wasn’t every day that a hedge-sleeper managed to find his way inside a cave of which to spend the day and night away. This one was no hedge knight in definition, not by any means, though there was some similarity. They both slept under hedges when they could find them, yet the man...

Better than nothing indeed, in his opinion. A sellsword wasn’t much if he had no sword to sell. Or an axe, for that matter, but such were semantics and it was just as well that the added weight was not a burden to his back amid his shield and pack. Discomfort, though, might have been remedied in...

Fifty gold for the journey was indeed sweet enough for this man who sold his blade to remain in this conversation. Given the way that bag of coins was dropped on the table, however, he figured there must have been another purpose to the gesture. In this business, incentive was what it was for a...

Over a minute? Perhaps two to three minutes, even, which meant the music had since shifted as of the last second. More important than percussion, wind or string instruments, however, were words. They were harder than hammers and sharper than swords, not for the way they could cut, but in their...

Vandor would remember her demeanor, whatever the reason for his offer of a replacement tankard. Her expressions had no hesitation. Quick to shift as the wind. For his part, given her disposition, the sellsword and bodyguard was already expecting this to be a pretty interesting contract—if he got...

Those eyes were unwavering. Molten. Golden. They looked into his own as if his gaze may break at any moment. Maybe if he was drunk enough but this was his first cup in this pub. So he just stared back. His own eyes were black. It probably did not matter. Except for the fact that they never...

He was a sellsword. A mercenary, in other words, and his armor was grey and plain as day. He wore a black cloak over it, hood lowered. No need to keep from being seen. Neither was the sword sheathed at his side, hand resting on the hilt for no other reason. He sported a pack on his back beside a...

He slept. He dreamt. He tended to dream, over and over again, though whether Vandor would admit it in public was another matter, and generally depended on present company. Knights? Rangers? Mercenaries? Other sellswords of his caliber? Perhaps, but none of them were women who would bed him and...

They had their window. In more ways than one. Glad that he wasn’t alone in the endeavor to advance toward this window of opportunity and corporeal, Vandor moved forward as one with his companions. A blast of wind pushed forth the gates open. The sellsword flourished his sword, twirling it in his...

Vandor was glad to have something to snack on as he digested the words of his company. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was something about learning the talents of others that he found pleasing. Mercenaries. Rangers. Knights. It didn’t matter. He had met all types of characters...

Vandor knew that he couldn’t just move ahead all by himself without taking into account the threat level of this tinkerer and his traps along the path. That wasn’t his plan. The sellsword with his sword and shield was more like the tank. The sore thumb that stuck out. He was the shield. The...

Wine offered, politely denied, orc said she didn’t drink, her quarry laughed at that, and all was fine in this company. The mercenary remained laying comfortably, and given the places he had rested in throughout his adventures he had long since learned to make comfort rather than find it and be...

In retrospect, it wasn’t a story that was supposed to make much sense, more the musings of a man who tried to make sense with life and existence given his sentiments on ethics. There were contracts that were rather typical. Then there were jobs as odd as one could imagine. He remembered tales...

One did not simply walk across the Spine. There were dangers that lurked in these mountains beyond trolls. From goblins and their kindred villains on a toll bridge wherein a knight and a sellsword did deliver justice and judgment, the rains that did fall upon them were as wet as the air was...