Rings of Honor

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Ettyn had been a devotee of Armsgiving since its founding, and made her usual offering of an enchanted weapon: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/983567068894998571/1175269377633947668/Doomsward.jpg Doomsward , a long scimitar whose origin is obscure. Recovered from a defiled necropolis in the G...

On a Halloween morning in RhyDin - not this one, but not so long ago - a humble cottage known as a witch house to local children, and Domus to its denizens, found a trespasser on the wrong side of its threshold. What follows is one telling of his fate. ((Reader beware: (im)mature language.)) It was...

September 22nd, 2023 - the Last Day of Summer Often it was in the early morning that Sweet Pea and Ettyn found a couple of hours to spend together at her bungalow, the lady of the house just waking when the hunter had already been up since before dawn. She had checked the trails, found a few signs ...

December 29th, 2022 By the time Ettyn and Sweet Pea arrived at Barbara's suite in Seaside, the rest of her family had gathered. Richard was positioned closest to the bed, holding his mother's hand while he spoke quietly to her about plans for the future. The renovations planned for the family beach...

December 20th, 2021 Ettyn made her way across Dockside from her office at Whitedown Retreat, cutting across the canal by Kabuki Street and through Korea Town to make her way to the riverfront. The busier streets meant it was a slower paced walk, but in spite of the chill, she seemed to be enjoying ...

August 6th, 2021 Sweet Pea led the way through the market district, reaching back as often as possible to catch Ettyn's hand and guide her through the crowd. The fact that the crowd was already parting as it often did for Ettyn was being studiously ignored. There was a spring in her step even beyon...

Late summer, 2013 C.E. The hat-shaped stove pipe spitting pale smoke in the morning haze told Ettyn that the Wildling hovel offered what she was after: ale for trade, and if she was lucky, killing work to be had. She passed under the wary gaze of three horses, two of which whickered, and gave away ...

Ettyn had accompanied Hye-jin on as many dangerous hunts as quests for light meals, and was joyful to see her tie the knot with Yuri. https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/758497929718792244/1117499606557802567/IMG_0598.png For Yuri she brought a nice pair of all-weather shooting gloves, to prote...

Once Ettyn had seen the parcel, and before the musical courier had even said who it was from, she knew what it was: A hammer, heavy and sharp, meant to break focus and will as much as bone and armor. After Darwin had left, she sat cross-legged on the deck of the de la Roses' house in the Gloaming Di...

Ettyn remained unaware of the situation on shore still, feeling the odd surge in the currents pushing and pulling on her. The infected sirens were likely becoming aware of her. But the wind blew and that dark cloud passed over the surf, and she used the shadows that formed behind the drifting seawee...

Ettyn learned about the new Hunter's Guild bounties from an old ranger on the overgrown paths miles to the east of Battlefield Park, once game trails on manor grounds. Wildlings traded in gossip more readily than coin, and soon she knew what bounties had been posted and why (and Brisk-Strider had a ...

Ettyn had booked a suite with Novella at Riad Alhazu for the weekend, and wandered the Bazaar in a flowy green dress perfect for the warm weather. Though she (eventually) made it to the Desert Gate Tower for the celebration, she was often distracted by a few weapons displays tucked away in the corne...

Ettyn spent the days leading up to the hunt in preparation. She went to her preferred fletcher for new arrows, heavy and serrated, meant to crack bones and sever tendons more than slice through arteries and organs, for she was not sure that stopping the heart was enough to kill these deer. She fitte...

Ettyn was there when the festivities started, emerging from the stout trunk of a white ash tree as if it were a door. Her champagne dress, while fine, allowed her freedom of movement for dancing and leaping the fires, and she had come barefoot, moving noiselessly over the soft grass wherever she wen...