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Barda:
Barda sat at a corner table, far away from any sort of light He witnessed two more patrons come in: A young lass who had unstrung her bow, and a terrified, wary and utterly exhausted girl who had presumably come from a ways away for food water and respite, same as he. Being far from any sort of light was the way he preferred it. Barda, an ex member of the now- fanatical Order of the White Rose, stood at 6 foot 3 inches, and 211 pounds, he was pure muscle, he was wearing his white steel plate armor.
He had with him, one of the many boy toys he picked up, a lad of around 20 with ginger hair, high cheekbones, and a revealing costume that had the former noble constantly checking him out. Come morning, the young lad would be gone, and Barda, on the run for murder, would be on the road again to the western kingdom to meet a poison merchant. His stocks of the stuff were low from yet another run-in with thugs hired by the Order of the White Rose, who have been hunting him for years.
He placed his arm around the boy. He didn’t want to leave him like he left all the other men he’s met. The life of a murderer meant the life of a loner; he hated it. It also meant re-living the murder over and over. Part of guilt meant examining and re-examining every detail, every possibility, every step prior to committing the act. He wanted to talk about his past, but with whom?
Murdering the leader of the Knights of the White Rose was no mere murder, it destabilized the region for months allowing monsters to ravage the in the eastern lands, which the knights’ duty was to proctect. Lord Maximus Audax was a gifted tactition, his successor is a bumbling idiot with no real talent other than he was Lord Maximus’ son. The man, Lord Avarus Audax is a greedy, and stupid leader who has turned the order into little more than the bandits whom they were supposed to defend the people from. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Barda sat at a corner table, far away from any sort of light He witnessed two more patrons come in: A young lass who had unstrung her bow, and a terrified, wary and utterly exhausted girl who had presumably come from a ways away for food water and respite, same as he. Being far from any sort of light was the way he preferred it. Barda, an ex member of the now- fanatical Order of the White Rose, stood at 6 foot 3 inches, and 211 pounds, he was pure muscle, he was wearing his white steel plate armor.
He had with him, one of the many boy toys he picked up, a lad of around 20 with ginger hair, high cheekbones, and a revealing costume that had the former noble constantly checking him out. Come morning, the young lad would be gone, and Barda, on the run for murder, would be on the road again to the western kingdom to meet a poison merchant. His stocks of the stuff were low from yet another run-in with thugs hired by the Order of the White Rose, who have been hunting him for years.
He placed his arm around the boy. He didn’t want to leave him like he left all the other men he’s met. The life of a murderer meant the life of a loner; he hated it. It also meant re-living the murder over and over. Part of guilt meant examining and re-examining every detail, every possibility, every step prior to committing the act. He wanted to talk about his past, but with whom?
Murdering the leader of the Knights of the White Rose was no mere murder, it destabilized the region for months allowing monsters to ravage the in the eastern lands, which the knights’ duty was to proctect. Lord Maximus Audax was a gifted tactition, his successor is a bumbling idiot with no real talent other than he was Lord Maximus’ son. The man, Lord Avarus Audax is a greedy, and stupid leader who has turned the order into little more than the bandits whom they were supposed to defend the people from. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
12-Nov-2019 20:13:59
Barda both hated him, and admired his attitude toward life.
“You okay, Rexus?” the young man asked Barda. Barda introduced himself as Rexus to the boy earlier on in the night, better for him not to know him and be tied to their hunt for him.
“Nothing to be worried about, love, just thinking back on something that occurred three years prior, A humorous event, I assure you.” The boy raised his brow. “Humorous? How so?” the boy asked. “How about pranking the Grandmaster of the Knights of the White Rose with whoopie cushions filled with air, one sit and all that air comes out… audibly.”
Barda had become so adept at lying, that he was able to come up with a good story on the fly. Barda did not prank anybody. He was a humorless man. He was once again looking back at the murder in hind-sight.
“Audi-what, papi?” The young man referred to Barda as ‘papi’, which would be amusing if Barda had any humorous bone in his body. Barda was not a father, nor did he want to be. “Means that you can hear it… Loud and clear.” The young man laughed and jokingly hit Barda’s leg playfully. It resulted in a nearly silent clink on his armor.
“Papi, I want you in bed with me. I still want to see you out of that armor for once, you even sleep with it on and your claymore and longsword within reach, like a fugitive on the run.” Barda kept his composure.
“Do I look on the run, boy? If I were, I’d be caked in mud and twigs and looking over my shoulder all the time.” The boy giggled. “I’m just teasing you. Come, I want you to lay with me,” he said. Barda, starstruck by the young lad followed him up to his room. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
“You okay, Rexus?” the young man asked Barda. Barda introduced himself as Rexus to the boy earlier on in the night, better for him not to know him and be tied to their hunt for him.
“Nothing to be worried about, love, just thinking back on something that occurred three years prior, A humorous event, I assure you.” The boy raised his brow. “Humorous? How so?” the boy asked. “How about pranking the Grandmaster of the Knights of the White Rose with whoopie cushions filled with air, one sit and all that air comes out… audibly.”
Barda had become so adept at lying, that he was able to come up with a good story on the fly. Barda did not prank anybody. He was a humorless man. He was once again looking back at the murder in hind-sight.
“Audi-what, papi?” The young man referred to Barda as ‘papi’, which would be amusing if Barda had any humorous bone in his body. Barda was not a father, nor did he want to be. “Means that you can hear it… Loud and clear.” The young man laughed and jokingly hit Barda’s leg playfully. It resulted in a nearly silent clink on his armor.
“Papi, I want you in bed with me. I still want to see you out of that armor for once, you even sleep with it on and your claymore and longsword within reach, like a fugitive on the run.” Barda kept his composure.
“Do I look on the run, boy? If I were, I’d be caked in mud and twigs and looking over my shoulder all the time.” The boy giggled. “I’m just teasing you. Come, I want you to lay with me,” he said. Barda, starstruck by the young lad followed him up to his room. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
12-Nov-2019 20:14:50
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