Battle Hymn of the Republic

"I wish I was retired," Ruarc said with a slightly bitter chuckle. "Not that easy to leave this job behind." From the cottage, almost as though summoned by the gaze of an intruder, one of Safeholme's other newest guardians pushed its way out of the patio door left slightly ajar. Plodding along on fe...

Breathing deep as Jane passed over him, Ruarc forced his mind to focus and get his bearings. Pushing himself up he saw the silent display of Jane laying out the brute of a guard as the two crashed into a shrub. Off to the side, the smaller guard Ruarc had first clashed with was also gaining his feet...

Ruarc's face was practically a snarl as Percy was even trying to pawn off his apologies. He felt a fist tighten, and ground his teeth to keep his temper in check. Tempted to just leave, his bullheaded side won this time. Walking with grim purpose, the Irishman raised his fist. Something needed to ch...

Kneeling, Ruarc waved his hand mystically in front of the spriggan as he listened to Percy. Once the Welshman had past the conversation back to him, the Irishman heaved a rough sigh. Considering his answer, he scratched the back of his head before standing up once more. "Well, it's a good thing Ah s...

"I'll think of some tasks to keep them busy," Ruarc commented without looking over. The Irishman understood needing time to heal, especially after what the reckoning they experienced in the Maw; he was already setting up some vacation time so he could travel home for the first time in a about a year...

The guard fell silently, his face contorted in pain as the wooden shaft buckled his leg out from under him. Toppling to the ground the guard rolled and tried to stand, but his leg buckled once more. One his knee, he raised his sword defiantly as he met Jane's gaze; daring her to do what she was goin...

"I'd been wanting to check out the newest addition to the forest, but I'd hate to disturb the li'l ones," said a voice from the edge of the glade; loud enough to be heard, but gentle enough to not be disruptive. Ruarc stood leaning against a tree a short distance away from the deer with his arms cro...

"I'm not one of the ones that think she did nothing wrong," Ruarc said in the same hard tone as he met Tabitha's gaze. "But even after fighting her with everything I had, I was raised believing that anyone can be redeemed so long as they want to be redeemed. If Eryl wants redemption, then I will hel...

Ruarc was finding it difficult to focus one precisely phrasing his statements, maintaining his bearing in the conversation, and now listening to the squirrel. While he understood her, it didn't mean he liked paying attention to her. The Scots were... difficult. On the one side of him, Ceit paced, on...

Where Lady was poise and grace, Ruarc reserved strength. The Irishman held the thin handle of the tea cup carefully between his thumb and forefinger, seeming to exert a practiced force so as to not accidentally snap the delicate dishware. The lingering scarring that had yet to really fade only added...