Tazlure

I miss my home away from home... the warm hearth always in my back of my mind.

Hope everyone is well and happy.

Twilight....twilight....twi... hmm.. name rings a bell.

I say we make her start in the mythical land of Canada.

hip hip....hooooraaaah!

I was having a horrible time trying to keep up and figure out where and what I have been doing all this time without being in the wrong spot at the wrong time.

Now I am safe....well....as safe as anyone can be with a Grey Wolf on the loose.

Oh ya.. im sure its Morg's fault. I meen sure...HES the one with issues

Hey Fin...your P psychologist called... he quits.

*covers his liver*

Yes...well.. It is hard to compeat with A Finley isent it. Maby Fin should get a catagory of ITS own... perhaps "Most likly to eat your liver" or some such.

hehe

The idea that danger had passed some how seemed wrong. Flickers before, Valsert had been on the brink of nothingness...prepared to be done with his life in exchange for the victory at the Banner. And now... freedom and air. The reality that his eyes offered him was all he could have hoped for. The f...

Hey FOlks...

I am still around...just having some problems. Will try to get in the swing o things again this week...so watch out.

It took a bit of effort to ignore the chunky bits as Valsert took his first step into the sickening water. Although he assumed one could become accustomed to the situation, the experience in its self removed all thoughts of the underground network becoming a mode of travel for future 'jobs'. "W...

The stench was bad but.... well, there were no buts... the stench was horrible. Although Valsert tried to recall a more nauseating moment in his life, there was nothing to compare. Not even the putrid breath of a hell hound at extreamly close quarters came close...and he was one of the few would had...

Valsert did not need the burning itch in his shoulder to tell him that he would be rewarded with a large bruise for his efforts against the door, the actual pain from the task was enough to make that clear even without looking. Yet the door remained closed. Any exit beyond was still out of reach. St...

Valsert looked doubtful as he approached to survey the sturdy door with Danomel. While willing to try, he did not hold any hope that their efforts would make any headway. "The hinges are in the right place for us to open it this way. But the lock looks strong, and it or the jamb, must break. I ...

Valsert looked hard at Barrett before speaking. A flushing heat filling his face and neck as the priests words grated against his pride. "Reconnaissance? Come now Barrett, surely you know that I am just an unemployed soldier, my career and life yanked away as was so many others. What motive wou...

His galant charge into the room done, and his moment of weakness at the thought of death before his work was done also past, Valsert felt a tinge of shame. Surely to the others here it looked like a moment of weakness to the normaly strong apearing soldier. But it was weakness, and he embraced the f...

The door gave in much easier then Valsert had anticipated, sending him crashing forward onto one knee as he attempted to stop himself from falling. Had his suspensions been correct about an armed attacker waiting beyond, his life would likely have been forfeit. Momentarily dazed by the effort, he ba...

WERE ALL GONA DIE!!!!

Right o. And I truly don't have a big problem with it. The information was going to hit the streets at one point or another, and was expected to. I just think its funny. Watch out for yourself Mr. Dillion, and remember...just because you are paranoid, it does not meen im not out to get you j/k

Ahhh! Talanwei, my furry little friend.... By that logic, one would assume that sense Barrett knew there was dark magic involved, then it was HIS people doing it. Or that because the University knew of the changer...it was their pet? Or that because the Empire its self did not act to stop the invasi...

Right - T - O Sorry about the lack of val-ness I will do better. The truth is, I was struggling to hit the Tazlure site once a week for a little bit, but I am mostly back in action now. I can continue with my 2-5 posts a week for Valsert I think. But I am not in any condition to be picked on by scal...

Even with breathable air fleeing from them it was as he had feared, the great minds gathered on this quest did just what those without the military discipline of the Purple Guard would do. They discussed their options, offering chance to be discovered or heard while they discuss what magics divine o...

The stuffiness in the stairway did only deepened the irritation that Valsert was feeling. All these powerful people in such a tight space, and none taking the first steps to end what ever evil was down here. Not even the threat of a fiery demise seemed to spur them into action. There was a demon dow...

Valsert looked around from face to face, knowing most of those before him from the fight against Changer. Other then knowing who these people were, the former guardsman was at a loss. What the hell are these people talking about He thought as they continued to talk. "Look. I do not know what ev...

Nodding his head in a mute signal of understanding, Valsert pocketed his coins before reaching for his drink and bringing it to his lips to taste. A taste that nearly choked him as a familiar voice echoed his own conscience in his head. Tight lipped to draw as little attention as he could, he coughe...

"Of course...take it. We should have plenty, and it is important that they know what they are aiming for." Valsert said as he waved his hand dismissively at the flask and Jeremy. At the Corporal's words, the young Sargent paused, and looked intently at her, even leaning forward for a bette...

Noisy, crowded, and uncomfortable, were the words Valsert could use to describe the room now. Although he had never thought much about it, crowds had never been much to his liking…more so sense the day of riots. No, the man much preferred the intimacy of small gatherings, the sort where a guy coul...

Having seen a good share of magic use during the last year, or at least enough of it for his military mind to understand the tactics and limitations of its use, the pyrotechnic display from Jeremy did little to faze the sergeant. Even during the hunt for ‘changer’ it was the magic of the gods, a...