Orrick rolled over sunlight was streaming through the back window and onto the bed, where Ailana still lay naked beside him. He had to admit he had half expected to find her gone or at least dressed a pottering around in the other room and with that thought admission of guilt leaked into his mind. Continue reading
Raeanne ducked back behind the bar as the younger of the two men faced off against the large man. The brute swung his first attempt missing the young man as he managed to raise his new ‘weapon’ in some sort of defence.
She had to admit there was something mildly exciting about watching the men fight, blood and sweat, men being men, but as the fight continued it became very clear the young soldier was out matched by the large man.
“Orrick stop” The young noblewoman wailed across the tavern as the old man plunged without a care head first into a full scale bar brawl. Drinks and fist flying Deonte did his best to make his was toward her, for no other reason than to attempt to get her out of there.
Deonte had of course heard rumour of Orricks love of a good fight but never in his years had he dreamt he would see it first hand. Skirting his was around the crowd, narrowly. missing a tankard to the face he managed to reach the young woman and grabbed her hand. “Lets get you out of here” he offered.
Deonte mulled over his ale, he’d only been in Brighten for a day. From one job to the next but that was the nature of his job. Under the radar thats what he was now, officially he was just a soldier the same as he had always been. Unofficially he was a member of Orions special unit, truthfully he wasnt even sure who knew about them.
Mostly his job was just to blend in with the other troops while he moved from posting to posting. Keeping his eyes open for anything that could be supernatural or unexplained. Then very occasionally he would be called to help Orion with something.
The blows bounced of his hide like the stinging blows of a child with a wooden sword, but these where not children and these where not wooden swords. These where men, trained and geared for battle but all their training was for nothing against the power and might of an elder garou.
Launching out with his claw’s he lashed out at one of the men, catching his solidly the chain-mail crumbling like it was made of parchment, inner-eds and entrails leaking out onto the floor despite the man’s best efforts to stop them. Continue reading
“Come and give yer mam a hug” Clara grinned as Deonte entered the lounge with Wilham in his arms. “And give me a squeeze of that grand-babby”
Deonte smiled, “Merry Christmas, ma” he replied obliging her, after he’d settled the baby on her knee.
“Arh he’s getting big” Clara smiled, admiring the baby “What you feedin him Brit?” Continue reading
“We need to get out of here” Orion growled pacing up and down the cellar. Filled with barrels of food and grains rope and other implements some of which looked potentially dangerous it was clear the werewolves where not accustomed to having prisoners and didn’t seem to understand that prisoners where likely to try and escape though force if necessary. Either that or they simply didn’t care and knew even armed the men had no hope of escape.
Things above ground seemed quiet enough if the wolves where talking about there plans they where clever enough to do it far enough away they couldn’t be heard. Continue reading