The Hound.

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“You deserve better.” Brad would state with a scowl on his face, pointing forward “You led the Hounds of St. John! My father always spoke highly of you Reynault, you risked your life everyday on those roads: fighting against anyone who’d harm the innocent and the meek! Reivers, Nottingham, Norlanders: you fought them all Reynault, and you won. How many lives do you think you saved?” Brad would sigh “Countless, and for ******* what?” The room turned quiet, a ray of sunlight finding its way through the branches of the trees. “Think Reynalt..” he would shake his head, an expression of disappointment dominant: the two continued on their patrol “They don’t care for you. We could get killed tonight on this patrol by bandits, and not a single imperial tear would be shed. But if they caught us patrolling without an officer right now, you’d be whipped Reynault, WHIPPED!”. Reynault responded: “No more talking, I just want to patrol, please.” Brad could only cackle in response “Father was wrong about you, you’re nothing but a stupid Imperial hound: you’re no hero. You abandoned the Hounds, had your town stolen by your so called Ludovar friends, hell, the Haeseni won’t even let you into Haense after all you’ve done. You’re pathetic Reynault, PATHETI—” Brad was cut off as he was punched on the jaw by Reynault. The blow sent Brad stumbling and then onto his back, Reynault mounting on top of his chest and repeatedly hammering his fist on the young man’s face. “AHH! I’M SORRY! PLEASE, NO MORE, PLEASE!” begged the now bloody and bruised Brad. Reynault stopped, now only panting and staring at the consequences of what he had just done. Reynault’s mind wandered to memories of his past..

 

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Reynault stood up and said, “my name is not Reynault. It’s Timothee, of Lorraine. I trained all those bandits during the AIS war. Many lost their lives because of my actions. I’m cleaning up my mess boy, that’s all this is. Now get up and speak of this to no one -- less you want us both to hang by the gallows.” And with that they continued their patrol, the road stretching endlessly forward.

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Jean sheds a tear in memory of his adventures. 

[Mickaelhz 4300]

Daqcaer Sugarfoot sits at a tree, thinking about the times of road wars and massive skirmishes more than 2 human lives away. A blue bandana rested on his lap, a soft sigh escaped his mouth as he stared at the roads in the distance, which were barred by invisible barriers. “Nothing to steal, nothing to kill, nothing to gain and a waste of the time i have left. There has not been a real threat on the roads since Mah’r vanished and Lonan passed ‘way. Gaurdforces in modern society are only there to keep the water wet.” says the graying halfling.

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35 minutes ago, Mickaelhz said:

Daqcaer Sugarfoot sits at a tree, thinking about the times of road wars and massive skirmishes more than 2 human lives away. A blue bandana rested on his lap, a soft sigh escaped his mouth as he stared at the roads in the distance, which were barred by invisible barriers. “Nothing to steal, nothing to kill, nothing to gain and a waste of the time i have left. There has not been a real threat on the roads since Mah’r vanished and Lonan passed ‘way. Gaurdforces in modern society are only there to keep the water wet.” says the graying halfling.

A former bandit carves an F into a tree nearby. 

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40 minutes ago, Mickaelhz said:

Daqcaer Sugarfoot sits at a tree, thinking about the times of road wars and massive skirmishes more than 2 human lives away. A blue bandana rested on his lap, a soft sigh escaped his mouth as he stared at the roads in the distance, which were barred by invisible barriers. “Nothing to steal, nothing to kill, nothing to gain and a waste of the time i have left. There has not been a real threat on the roads since Mah’r vanished and Lonan passed ‘way. Gaurdforces in modern society are only there to keep the water wet.” says the graying halfling.

Somewhere in Arcas, a man crosses himself in the name of St. Mah’r Volaren. 

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Grigory the Hound drinks himself into a stupor, remembering the shake and bake fondly. 

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Jeb, now long retired, thinks back on his days of slaying bandit fiends with glee. 

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Thea smiles down from the seven skies, nodding her head faintly in approval. She mouthed the words; “Be yourself, Timothee... Like back in Darrowmere.”