DoD - Pt 1 - Ch 4: The Baron's Bastards
He borrowed heavy leather gloves from his man-at-arms and really laid into it. i screamed in pain at every stroke. i could barely speak which dragged the whole thing out as i had to calm myself down to talk after almost every stroke.
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 10: FAREWELLS
“ser, the horses are fed and watered and your effects are loaded, we are ready to be underway," a man-at-arms said from atop the carriage by the gates, bart nodding at him and turning back to his friends.
Curse Of The Dungeon Boss; All Hail The New
Nor did he look like the typical fighter or man at arms sometimes tapped for the task of messenger. he was also young enough that his beard was little more than hopeful beginnings. he also stuffed his face as if he hadn't eaten in days.
The Distant Year - CHAPTER 21
The shadows of each man-at-arms in the line grew suddenly long, and figures sprung up from them. spinning in an artful, choreographed pirouette — their long, sleek forms clutching delicate-looking silver trumpets with elaborate bells.
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 5: BY BLOOD AND BY DEED
Fewer still this far north, who else but the fellow communities of shepherds, brewers, and trappers in the woods, and the odd man-at-arms or church knight on pilgrimage? it may have been a generation since they last saw a knight-brother on the march.
Gonna Change Everything
Every man-at-arms with some coin has been here at one point or another. every last one knows what happens within these walls stays here, and every last one knows the back way out." so that would explain the place. good, but not too good.
Lyra's Unclothed Escape
Lyra was not a worker of the fields, a man at arms after a day’s training, or even a merchant who spent his days nose deep in paper and spending the rest of his time swindling those about him.
Gonna Change Everything: Reupload
Every man-at-arms with some coin has been here at one point or another. every last one knows what happens within these walls stays here, and every last one knows the back way out." so that would explain the place. good, but not too good.
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 6: OATH OF GOLD
“what made you want more than a comfy life as a man-at-arms? or a miller of quiet dignity?" bart pondered that a moment, letting his eyes play across her form.
The Witch's Ball
A gust of cold night air swept through the tavern as a man at arms held the door for a tall and thin robed figure, snow drifting in with him. the music fell silent, as did the dancing and bawdy conversations.
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 9: TO TOUCH THE SUN
The laughter echoed out unnaturally, ringing among the fallen pillars of a dead world. The darkness swallowed it without note, the void hungry for all — even the bilious warmth of mockery was devoured. The Ogre King's mere presence was an oppression...
Chasing the Unicorn - PART 7: THE ROAD OF BONES
“I'm telling you, this is not going to work," Bart said peering over at the Unicorn. The next day had dawned. The waterfall clearing had woken them both with sunlight, birdsong, and the lapping of water on stone. Bart had never felt so well-rested...