Recent content by Vandor Colton

  1. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    Vandor watched her movements without shifting his gaze from hers. One could glimpse many things just from the corner of the eye, such as the bartender on his left taking a rag to a glass, or the dwarf laughing at a table on his right with beer in his beard. “My people have a similar way.” He...
  2. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    Still as a statue, Vandor just sat and listened. Sure, his sense of humor could be appreciated as much as irritate others, but she wasn’t. She was quick with her wit and it made his lips split into a grin. She was also quick with her fists as proven. For her opponents to fail at putting her in...
  3. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    Strong, she was, as proven. Misguided by false gods and prophets, she was not, as far as he had viewed it. Anger delivered, yet her gesture was not given in any insincere way; was not taken for anything more than a misbegotten inhabitant of culture and custom; or any less for a woman who had...
  4. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    Sea of Grass. Aha. Whether he knew it already, the No’rei were the people of the Sea of Sand and Grass native to the Aberressai Savannah. Theirs wasn’t so much an ocean as a grassland with a collection of clans that shifted with the wind and the waves and no mistake. “Stronger is just about...
  5. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    At that, she ate. Alas, he had no plate. He had already eaten anyway. The ale served its purpose, a malty aftertaste, and the pipe was a fine finish with chocolate notes in the tobacco. He sat as relaxed as he was when his back was to the wall. The subtle difference was, if she managed to pick...
  6. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    Some folks came to taverns simply to eat, drink, kick back and relax with a pipe between their fingers, exchange conversation, or even for live music. There wasn’t much of the latter but plenty of the former. Others? They came for a different kind of entertainment altogether. Vandor hadn’t...
  7. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    The drunken patron and poor excuse for a man just watched and listened to this woman who spoke back to him, as if the uncanny thing had just happened, and he could not particularly conceive of such a turn in this conversation. It was as if his very attempt to win her over was swept away like a...
  8. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    Vandor's lips, hidden under a cloak of shadow, didn’t shift from his tobacco pipe’s bit. His eyes, though, glowed under the burn and the smoke. Her lips were a rigid line as her eyes glimpsed his. The woman witnessed the man that was watching her. It was obvious, like the flame of the...
  9. Vandor Colton

    Fable - Ask Dust in the Wind

    These swamplands were not pretty to the eyes. Not in the way some might think, at least. They were dark and dreary like today’s rain, no less grey, and the frames of structures were as treacherous as last night had proven. The water was no ocean, and the mosquitos might suck your blood like a...
  10. Vandor Colton

    Private Tales A Servant to Our Grief

    A sellsword, this sellsword had since sworn he could tell, had learned to determine a person based on their appearance. Yet, this wasn’t in the sense of judging a book by its cover, for he had read some rather romantic trash wrapped in red leather as much as highland adventure and swordsmanship...
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    Private Tales A Servant to Our Grief

    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...
  12. Vandor Colton

    Open Chronicles The Basilicus Keep

    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...
  13. Vandor Colton

    Private Tales A Servant to Our Grief

    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...
  14. Vandor Colton

    Private Tales A Servant to Our Grief

    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...
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    Private Tales A Servant to Our Grief

    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...