Recent content by Arn

"Probably should." Arn said with a nod of his head, though glancing down into the valley made him think there wasn't really much more to do. The Guard had worked quickly, as they always did, and when the explosion had torn through the area the members of the Radiant Church had been caught...

Arn flinched back from the blast as cloth and rope were torn away all at once. The Balloon suddenly bursting and and the ground shaking as Rhidian's magic exploded as it always did. A swear echoed out from one of the Guard behind him, but the Farmboy's ears were ringing too loudly for him to...

The prospect of him being the one unleashing the magic...well, at least in a way, was both thrilling and utterly terrifying. It was also a mark of how Arn was trying to show Rhidian that he trusted him. He might have been afraid of the unknown, and might have been afraid of dying, but there was...

Okay, even Arn had to admit that was cool. Something in the back of his mind still screamed at him to be weary. The little lessons he'd been taught about magic squirreling deep away within his mind. Dreadlords were dangerous, there was no doubting that. Arn had nearly been killed by two of...

Arn felt a pang of guilt ripple through him as he watched Rhidian's face change. His lips pressing to a thin line as he realized the terror he'd been feeling about the Dreadlord had been perhaps misplaced. True, Rhidian could turn him into paste with the snap of a finger…but…he wouldn't. In...

“Oh, you investigatins, huh?” The man said, looking at the group of Guardsmen with a surprisingly keen eye. His thumbs flicking into the straps of his suspenders as he took a few strolling step towards the group. Clearly unbothered by the presence of armed soldiers. “Spose I got the time to...

Arn let out a whistle as Felix told him the factoid about his father. ”Ain't that something.” The Farmboy said, always having found it interesting how diverse the Guard was. Vel Anir, whether for better or for worse, pulled it's soldiers from every walk of life. Whether high born or peasant, it...

“She's a pyromancer.” The answer came quick and made Arn frown ever so slightly. Using what little education he had to piece together the meaning of the word and not liking what it stood for one bit. His stomach twirling as he pictured burnt corpses and armor in his head. Eyes closing as he took...

Liad Racecourse - Five Miles Outside Vel Anir "Okay, honestly, this is great." Arn pitched to his comrades as he and the others walked towards one of the twenty stables on the racing grounds. The Liad Racecourse was...well, not exactly famed anymore, but once had been the preeminent home of...

"Ow." Arn said as Felix slowly began to tend his wounds, finding the other Guardsmen's touch to be surprisingly tender. Not that the wound in his side cared much at all, the spikes of pain came from soft or hard touch. "Ow-ooo, no that's actually not too bad." The Farmoby said as he let out a...

"I definitely do." Arn told as he let out a weary sigh, his body still shaking from the adrenaline that was pouring through his veins. Heart thundering in his chest even as the Guardsmen who came in reinforcement swarmed all around the open field. Finishing off any remaining Goblins and securing...

"Yeah, none of the goblins we fought even had hair." Arn said with a slight frown, remembering the first big mission that he, Owain, and Rho had been on together. His stomach turning somewhat as he remembered the two Dreadlord's they had fought. His lips turned only to a deeper frown as Rho...

Arn frowned for a moment as Rhidian whispered quietly in his ears. Realizing that even though the Dreadlord was around the same age as him, he had a much greater depth of knowledge when it came to...well, all of this. Was that the training as an Initiate? He said he'd been a guardsmen before...

OWAIN! Panic, anxiety, and abject terror bloomed inside of Arn like he'd never felt before. The Dreadlord stood over his friend, his fellow Guardsmen, with a bloody intent that could not be mistaken. Arn fought with all his strength against the invisible chains grasping at him. Quickly finding...

Arn looked over at the man Rhidian had pointed out, his face growing a bit more pale as he imagined a swath of metal literally cutting through the Cortosi encampment. A familiar chill running up his spine as he did. "I...c-cool." The Farmboy stuttered, remembering the death that Rhidian alone...