catchall

[nonvenomous]

WHO: Richard Dickerson, friends, enemies, and neutral parties
WHAT: Closed starters, hmu if you want some Dick. Wildcards ok.
WHEN: Before Antiva, during Antiva, after Antiva.
WHERE: Thedas
NOTES: Long overdue for some CR building, ping me if you want to scheme out a reason for them to hang or hit me with a wildcard.

Comments

yes

[nonvenomous]

“This is a child’s game,” Richard decides, upon seeing that he will not win Ser Barrow’s latest mark.

He will put his O in the northeast socket and Barrow will put his X dead east and there will be nowhere left for either of them to make any mark that matters. A glance across the fire prickles with contempt; he lifts the rabbit’s hide and Thot weeble-wobbles over to take it from his grasp on her way to bustling back out into the rain.

The kind thing to do would be to suggest an alternative. Instead he produces a rag from his person and creaks to his feet to wet it at the cave’s entrance. The better to scrub rough between his fingers and along the blade of his knife

[thereneverwas]

"Got a better one?"

There's no overt hostility in the question, but it's not entirely friendly either. Having come to the same conclusion as Dick, Barrow heaves a sigh through his nose and leans forward to smudge out the attempt at the game.

[nonvenomous]

“I brought books to read,” Richard tells his wet rag, the narrow cut of his back to Barrow and their cramped, hard-packed home for the next several hours. Days? His heart sinks at the thought.

“Do you know your letters?”

[thereneverwas]

"Yes," Barrow grunts, with the air of one wishing he were anywhere but here, "I know my letters." One of these days he's going to crumple that man up into a little ball and throw him down a well.