Raze Hell - Red
Mar 18, 2020 15:44:38 GMT
Pieni, Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼, and 2 more like this
Post by Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar on Mar 18, 2020 15:44:38 GMT
In collaboration with Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼
As the first rays of sunlight lance the eastern clouds, Baine finishes his morning prayer and climbs slowly down from the watchpost into the close warmth of the stables. The smell of hay, leather and horse sweat comforts him, and for a moment he remembers Gary, hoping the bad tempered grey is still alive on that distant jungle island.
There is movement behind him, a shuffle of heavy boots on straw. He tenses, hand instinctively going to his hip, but then a rough voice stills him.
“Baine.”
The single word stuns him more than anything else she could have said. She’s never used his name before. Her lilting brogue sounds raw. Thick. He turns slowly to look at her. It’s strange to think it, but in all the time he’s known her, he can’t recall ever seeing her out of armour. She looks smaller. Vulnerable.
“This place will fall apart without him.”
He doesn’t have to ask who she’s talking about. It’s been sitting between them since the day he brought Varis’ body back.
“Me and Conrad can hold it together for a while - train the Squeaks, earn a bit of cash to keep the forge burning and food on the table - but it’s hollow without him.”
She reaches up and grabs the half orc behind the neck, fingers like steel bolts pulling him down to her level. Her eyes are like chips of flint, lamp-light reflecting off them in the predawn gloom.
“Bring him home.”
She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing through her nose. Something that might have been a sob catches in her throat but she swallows it, and when she opens her eyes her face is an iron mask once more. She nods to him, releasing his neck.
“Bring him home. And if you can’t-” she gives him a toothy grin, not for the first time reminding him of a shark with the scent of blood
“Raze Hell.”
There is movement behind him, a shuffle of heavy boots on straw. He tenses, hand instinctively going to his hip, but then a rough voice stills him.
“Baine.”
The single word stuns him more than anything else she could have said. She’s never used his name before. Her lilting brogue sounds raw. Thick. He turns slowly to look at her. It’s strange to think it, but in all the time he’s known her, he can’t recall ever seeing her out of armour. She looks smaller. Vulnerable.
“This place will fall apart without him.”
He doesn’t have to ask who she’s talking about. It’s been sitting between them since the day he brought Varis’ body back.
“Me and Conrad can hold it together for a while - train the Squeaks, earn a bit of cash to keep the forge burning and food on the table - but it’s hollow without him.”
She reaches up and grabs the half orc behind the neck, fingers like steel bolts pulling him down to her level. Her eyes are like chips of flint, lamp-light reflecting off them in the predawn gloom.
“Bring him home.”
She closes her eyes for a moment, breathing through her nose. Something that might have been a sob catches in her throat but she swallows it, and when she opens her eyes her face is an iron mask once more. She nods to him, releasing his neck.
“Bring him home. And if you can’t-” she gives him a toothy grin, not for the first time reminding him of a shark with the scent of blood
“Raze Hell.”