Tazlure

Luck... Fate... You have steered me thus. Ever do I find myself in your debt. Jack sucked in a deep breath, his head filled with the scents of the pit. The blood, the sweat, the acrid rot of fear seemed to permeate the place. He lent his head to one side, feeling the bones of his neck click as tigh...

There was something lupine to his countenance, a guarded thirst or eagerness that he had finally failed to conceal. For a moment, a flicker, the traveler forgot himself. It was his eyes, those dark eyes that watched her unwavering, a predator's gaze now caught sight of prey. Nothing else changed. Th...

"If taking theatrical blows leads to a face like yours beshi , do not be offended if I ignore your advice." Jack tugged tighter at the bindings on his wrist and turned to walk back towards the ring. From the sound of it his time was coming and Jack wanted this done with. Beating another ma...

Jack's smile flashed widely and rocked back in his seat. Honestly? Are cloak and dagger so easily bought that you need merely ask a guard for direction? The notion in Jack's mind was of something certainly more elite and definitely more secretive. Jack's plan shifted quickly, perhaps he had been mis...

ooc: made a few assumptions here, pm me if I need to edit No sooner did the surge from the crowd reach his ears than a powerful stamping kick from Jack tore the guts out of the sack and left sand gushing out onto the floor. He grimaced and bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, his footwork kick...

Jack paused for a flicker then a smile flashed across his face to cover his embarrassment. Too many possibilities? What am I getting into? He had supposed that there were a few different factions in the underground war, but too many to name? Or perhaps it was simply that the names were out of his pr...

Torchlight flickered on the walls, casting vague unidentifiable shadows over the smooth plaster of the basement. It had become pitted and stained over many years of wear, the floorboards worn smooth and strewn with sawdust to soak up the blood, sweat and tears of the combatants that had stood time a...

How may I be of assistance? Jack smiled back happily to the Priestess. He was careful not to allow himself to become too relaxed in her company. If a pretty smile could drag words from your lips before they had been properly considered, then hips like those could prompt a confession. He looked down ...

You have reached the Temple of Pecunia... The temple of the goddess of wealth is a sleek, simple building, standing about twenty meters high. Made of smooth, cool blue stone, the temple can only be described as businesslike. Above the gate, the name of Pecunia and the image of the goddess have been...

Neat?! Jack raised one eyebrow as she took a slug of the near lethal ether in the hipflask. He had been slowly adding it measure by measure to his coffee and he was a hardened drinker. It had taken him months to develop his tolerance and taste for the creature, Zenith was either brave or stupid and...

ooc: I'll just mosey on an post then << ic: "Exhausted and glad of the company," Jack replied, a grin creeping onto his face. He placed the hipflask on the table and slid it towards the slip of a girl that sat opposite. It was an expensive liquor imported from Terra incognita, a distillati...

Deprived now from the isolation of his book, Jack took the time to glance about the cafe as he pored over his next cup. He had spent much of his time simply watching the people of the Rocky Isle, assimilating their customs and manners. They seemed so different from the formal addresses he had grown ...

Jack looked up lazily, half expecting a meat-bag of a man to ask him to move on out since he hadn't purchased anything in a while, but he was more than pleasantly suprised to see Aerin's smiling face. There had once been a time when Jack might have grinned and offered a quip himself, a verbal ripost...

He swirled the last of his drink around, watching the beans cling to the chipped porcelain of his mug. He smiled and turned another page in the journal, feeling the leather binding crack as he shifted to take advantage of the dimming light. It had an irony to it that Jack enjoyed. He had lost everyt...

To say that it had not been a good spring for Jack did not tell even half the tale. For all his effort and sacrifice in the world’s mouth, Jack found his dreams in ruin. Any chance of him joining the Condotierre was quickly dashed by the political manoeuvrings and upheaval of the ruling houses as ...

well, it depends on what happens in the recess with Worlds mouth at the moment because I still really like the idea of him joining the Condotierre and playing with airships. Failing that I think I might try and shunt him towards the scouts guild, possibly as an investigative force into the collapse ...

Herro?

Hey guys, I just finished finals and wondered If I could restart my character? I got kinda lost when WM closed, but over a recess I could possibly reimagine Jack somewhere else?

anyone?

Hey, kinda back from the dead here - any chance I can catch up here? I don't mind starting a thread from scratch and glossin over the last 3 days.

"Ah," spoke Jack lazily. "The requiem." Jack knew he had irritated the officer. Maybe it was something in the body language, he wasn't sure, but he was frustrated and impatient. There was something important to be learned here, something the officer wanted to unearth and he seeme...

Jack watched carefully as his companions left in great haste. Their reaction told him all he needed to know, Taegit was a character to pay close attention to. Jack grinned amicably as the officer took a seat, once again assuming the glaze of the happily inebriated. If he seemed as drunk as the other...

Jack placed his cards on the table, he had nothing but a potential straight and potential was a lot to bet on. Walther seemed sure of himself, and, whilst there was every chance this was a bluff - Jack did not have the cards to call him on it. If he had had any hand at all, it would have been a poss...

Jack dipped into his bag and pulled out a circlet, he twirled it in his fingers before placing it on the table with a self-assuring nod to the head. If they played by the same rules as Sabata he had a pretty good opening hand, it was a shame they were not en suite, but depending on the flop he was i...

"Yeah it sounds familiar." Jack nodded, looking at the cards like they would burst into flame at any moment. Poker had its forms in many cultures, each with there own bent, but the gist was the same and Jack figured he could make a little coin here if the cards came right. "Sure why n...

Jack stood idly, running his own story through his mind over and over again, recounting any detail he might have uttered without thinking. His story shouldn't match perfectly perhaps, a carbon copy would scream rote delivery. Enough truth to carry the day with a few obvious embellishments perhaps. J...

"Yeah... questioning." Jack knew he should have kept the Scillus under wraps. Now everything seemed to be spinning down the pan. "Look," he offered, standing and donning his red leather duster. "I know orders are orders. If this plays out as you tell it... I'll get you that ...