Thanks for all the prompts! I've put these in vaguely chronological order.

( 'Threats', from James Blackshaw )

Responses to some Keeper prompts. Quite enjoying these as a way to finish off the character. I mean, the Druj finished him off, but you get the idea :P.

[The Funeral]‘Drin rounded the tent as Keeper waited for Muster. “The League needs you to hold a funeral for Danek”, he said. A look of confusion crossed Keeper’s face for a second, but that was washed away as ( Read more... )

Ynez's death-and-post-mortem fic. Spoilertastic for experimental odology I am afraid. Also spoilerrific for ballgowning but not sure anyone cares on that front.

( Eternal Happiness or Woe )

Grumble, can't make the spoiler tag work.

[What you are in the dark]What You Are in the Dark ( Read more... )

[Desert island]“What 2 things would you need to survive on a deserted island”. Tristram flips the cards and reads out “72 virgins” as the first, to which there’s a confused stare from Eleri. “Well”, I remark “Eleri could use them as the control group!”. Her huge, dark eyes grow even wider as she stutters through wondering how you’d even teach them all in order, ( Read more... )

[Accidental cult]The Monastery’s putting on a harvest celebration the day before our Wassail, so kind folks as they are, they’ve extended the invitation to our guests and all. Very Prosperous of ‘em, just a damn shame that I’m late to it. I’m queuing for some grub when an excitable voice behind asks “Are you Pete Keeper?” and I tell him aye, I am, with a familiar ( Read more... )

Suggestions for what to write about from Wassail 2: Yokel Harder are welcomed.

[And a mug of two of cider will do you no harm]We know what's around that corner. That sorcerous traitor bastard Lansdale with a bunch of Feni, some unliving monsters and a fookin' mandowla. Oh, look. Another charge into a Regio, they always go so well. I shout our scout's warning that there's a mandowla and shit ( Read more... )

Writing that last fic made me realise I never finished this one.

[Sieze your chance]A Marcher should die on their land, or at least on some land. Claim that land with their blood and spit in their enemy's eye. Guess I get to die stuck between two Leaguers' arses in a pile of the fallen. Never was an appropriate sort of person. I look at Catherine to my right, fat ( Read more... )

[The place you call home]It’ll be sunset soon, and the last light burns over swathes of stubble in empty fields, orchards bare now the apples are in their barrels for winter. Most of the apples, anyhow. There’s one small orchard left untouched, with four new young trees this year, all barely saplings. I’m sitting there on a bucket, looking at one of them trees. Trees ( Read more... )

The prompts are from awillathehun -- thanks for these :)

(This mostly ended up as impressions of a background NPC, Pete Keeper, Ros, Iulian and Kalindar respectively.)

( Mentors )