Tazlure

Reiker stood there waiting, unsure how in Nether the proceedings went this way. He wasn't usually a visitor of places of pleasure, and it showed in his reactions. Reiker propped his chair back up and walked behind a table away from the party of flesh before him. He was glad everyone seemed to lose s...

Reiker, oddly enough, wasn't so sure how he would respond to this. If he was alive a more suitable reaction would have been in order. A sudden swerve to the left, or a twist back behind the chair to strike against the rushing sword, all these he would have normally done. But just sitting there, watc...

Reiker didn't expect to see shock, of course he also didn't take into account that he was dead and how living people would react to dead guys who suddenly turn up. Then again, who were these people around him? The questioned loitered in his mind and made him wonder as the blade rushed to cut him in ...

Reiker saw in a way he knew he saw beyond what was known for others to see. This act of just knowing also made him know that he was dead. For a while his thoughts raced to reconfigure the images he could remember before he was where he was. It was hard to do that of course. His mind could only muste...

Yeah. You have fun man, Tazlure has a lot too offer.

Fireworks. Harris enjoyed watching skies burn, even if those burns were there for only a flicker, spreading out into tendrils of color. The watchman wondered where they even made those. If the royalty had a mind for fire that paints the heavens, maybe they had the ability to make fire that'll make h...

I thank you both for your time and efforts. And also, I'm not too sure where would be a perfect place for my character to come from. I'm thinking Kings Court, but also I want it to have a substantially good ground for education and academic potential.

I'm an old player, and my character just got his ass kicked so now he has to kick the bucket with no hope in sight of filling that bucket up again. It's not so sad though, being that I've been bored with him for quite some time now, being that I made him when I was three years younger. A lot of thin...

I'm already downloading Trilling because I'm on a proxy internet connection here in the dorm, which is actually the main reason why I'm trying to use the on site chat engine. It's all cool man, I was just wondering why it keeps on happening. Last time I was up in chat I connected.

Don't worry, I still love you guys.

I'm having problems with the on site chat client. Basically I can't do anything at all except see everybody else talk. It keeps on saying this error where my chat input sections should be: An error occurred: Connection to unix-domain socket(/tmp/cgiirc-fxrcyg5irbwdi/sock): No such file or directory

Too late, I'm dead. Ahahaha. Might as well get on working on my second character. Relative to my death, I really have no problems with that. The only thing is that I have a feeling my death and kill was out of stupidity. I have a feeling that instead of actually dying a heroic death mine was a death...

Well that's gonna be hard cause IC wise my character is already dead set on killing that thing. He'll need some kind of realization device to steer him in the other direction. If ever we do get that other realization device, I already have a plan in mind. We'll just have to talk about that IC wise.

Reiker had a feeling he wouldn't find anything more than a human statue in Braagi as stood there begging the bigger man to fight him. He sighed and lowered his shoulders and walked over to his sword. As he heaved it he cursed, "I hate Gods." He walked past Braagi again with his sword on hi...

I have this sinking feeling that we're supposed to let that thing go while we skedaddle outta there. I think we should not kill anything anymore, as much as I want to. I think, we should just leave now.

He heard it clearly. The warning came and it disturbed his focus. For a flicker, he lost his mind to thought and the coming death of powerful jaws hurtled towards him. When he saw it coming, he had to think what he wanted to do. His blade was already dug into the creature, if it felt what he did it ...

Reiker guessed right. The White Ones had nothing inside them, just this automatic purpose of song. The horde of a choir continued to sing despite his cleaving through them with his blade. He watched many fall, but that was it. The dragon behind him continued to ravage the town. The song continued to...

Reiker looked the young girl in the eyes, and then at Langredoc. He gave the girl one final scowl of centempt before he shifted Hex off his shoulders and left the weight on the other male warrior. He grabbed Eyrekra by her shirt and pulled her face an inch closer to his before he growled out, "...

"Damn you," Reiker wheezed out with a cough as he clambered up to his legs. He grit his teeth hard and tried to calm his shaken legs. Fear of death came to suddenly for him to taste it. First, there was adrenaline, a tiny little bit that dulled the shame and pain slowly building up inside ...

Finally, a bit fun. Aight, dude, you mind putting in a very complete description of terrain on your next post? Like how dense is the village in people and building, are there any high elevations we could get to from the city easily, how dense are the woods you're talking about, and other stuff like ...

"Finally," Reiker whispered to himself.

He paced back one step, and placed his hands at the farthest end of his blade's hilt. He tightened his hold, and then began to play. He pushed forward suddenly, treating his sword as he would a spear.

Reiker looked at the black fire burn away, and then at the woman it engulfed but did not kill. He stood there shocked, a mixture of emotions stormed inside him, but one thing screamed out the hardest, "What the hell?" If he was going to do anything, he was going to need to know something. ...

Vanadius wrote:Reiker, I'm seeing gear on your sheet that was given to you by Hex, but in one of your posts, you mention that you have not seen that yet.

Do we have a wire crossed somewhere?

Sorry dude. It just so happened that I didn't check my sheet before I posted that. Sorry dude, my bad.

Oh damn. I really wanted a dozen blades. Oh well, we'll make something out I hope. I'm sure there are at least a few black smiths left with decent sword making skills right? You people don't think business can be made here, but seriously it can. I'm trying to find out what and how I can do business.

Yeah, but your daddy makes weapons right? You don't have to pauy me with coin. I'd happily accept merchendise.