The Grey Tower

The Soldier couldn’t help it, his expression was stuck on an ugly mix of dubious and incredulous. Even as he leaned in to match Fen’s body language, he had a hard time believing what he was hearing. The last thing he wanted to be accused of was being a Whitecloak or a Whitecloak sympathiser, that wa...

Murdock hadn’t been expecting a grand story, though it did occur to him that he had been at the Black Tower a few months himself, but he was nowhere near ready for being given the sword pin. Was he not working hard enough, or had the slight inconvenience of a dead wife held him back? Maybe there was...

Murdock was not going to regret his new company, even in the face of what looked to be a rather unclean tavern. There was nothing familiar about this place, and Murdock thought he had a decent amount of experience of taverns from his rounds in Far Madding. They were all more reputable than this plac...

Murdock might not be quite as worried as a young Soldier would be about being disciplined, but that didn’t mean he actively sought out trouble. He was quite glad this Dedicated wasn’t here to reprimand him, though he had assumed otherwise based on the initial greeting. Maybe that was how man outside...

I've written this as a fanfic but if anyone happens to see it and wishes to intervene at a later date, do let me know and we can set something up. It was a cold morning at the Grey Tower. Frost smothered the outdoors, hugging the ground, the trees, the walls, as if it could find some warmth if it h...

Sadly, the enjoyable period of time where he was alone to peruse the wares of Hama Valon was limited. Murdock ought to have strayed further from the Inn where the Soldiers were drinking, but he hadn’t expected to be singled out quite so quickly. Maybe the uniform stands out more than I thought the m...

I've just put up a thread here because Murdock decided to go wandering. It's a good opportunity for Fen to catch up with him, unless we wanted a different thread instead to include a Novice too!

The sun was sinking behind the buildings in the late afternoon. A cold wind tickled across the hair on the back of Murdock's neck, and he put a hand there without thought. There were birds, at least he thought there were, it was difficult to hear them over the din of the city, and the droning of Ded...

With hindsight, perhaps making physical contact with the twitchy former-slave was a bad idea. Murdock cringed internally but kept a patient smile on his face throughout, not wanting to make this any more difficult for her than it had to be. He gave her the moment she needed to collect herself, and a...

Prew: I think that this has a lot of potential. I'm very open minded about where Murdock is going to go and I think someone of Fen's disposition would shape them both. I'm definitely down for something here - I'm also good to facilitate any developments you have in mind for Fen. Leala: We have the a...