Tazlure

I request permission as well for a project that I am working on.

"The deed is done..." begins the line to one of my favorite Roger Zelanzy shorts, a small story in which a creature named Bactor chose to freeze his most formidable enemy in time rather than kill him outright. You may ask what that has to do with Tazlure closing, but to answer you have to ...

The poison is already in the bloodstream, let's kill it already. I have noticed in the past 24 hours since this thread was started that the answer is the same in one form or another, no matter what option is picked. If we downsize, we lose great characters and plotlines, we lose half of the buffet. ...

Now that I have landed a job with a set schedule, I am open for modding again and willing to mod wherever. I know this doesn't solve the problem, but it might help to bail some water out of the capsizing boat at least.

My suggestion for Option #4 - reposted from IRC

Instead of true freeform, have senior players be 'player-mods', modding in threads/areas that they play since they are established and know the rules, etc., and less likely to 'godmod' than newbies

OOC: Galenel and Deianeria – Hyper-posting is cool and all, but let’s slow it down and give everyone (Ashari and Yelena especially) a chance to post before replying please – thanks. Literacy "So there's you and the other student, plus Mistress Ashari?" “For now, yes…”, she repl...

Aerin savored the taste of the wine as she sipped to the pair’s good fortune and to new contacts, taking a seat herself and listening as Deianeria gave her questions about what was to come. “How did I come here?” she asked, restating the last question first as if ignoring the others. “Well, ...

Tom Kittens... Tomcat... Finally, the face had a name and it was appearant that it also had a desire. Yelena. Aerin nodded and wished him well before excusing herself over to Yelena's table, taking a seat in order to allow her the pleasure of finishing her drink before they set off to work. "H...

As going to the kitchen and gathering items was no greater feat than getting dressed, thanks to the organized pantry, Aerin soon found herself returning to the sitting room, oblivious to the conversations about her that had occurred both in this room and the one directly above it. She had been given...

Aerin smiled and gave a small bow, just as she and Yelena had been taught in etiquette class, and followed the beckon into the private room. She noted the disarray but said nothing – her own room had found itself in such a state from time to time – stepping over items to allow Yelena access to t...

Master Motley, I am sorry for not being in class yesterday morn. Their wur sum worries about Paige and Yelena and me needed to find her. She was killed, Master Motley, and Pan has her now. It is a sad thing, but I promiss to play twise as hard in class to make up for it, ok? I do love the pipes and ...

"Thank you both for agreeing. As to skipping class, I can forgive it this once, though as a punishment I'd like you each to write a proper letter of apology for Motley. I will send them to him. We want to stay in our teacher's good graces, don't we? You should write it tomorrow after classes, ...

"Girls?" Aerin’s eyes snapped open immediately even though her last ‘Om’ continued for a few flickers longer, the young mage not wanting to let it drop out too quickly and undo her concentration. Her eyes moved to Cicero who had been seated upon his pillow in front of her when the m...

Meditation Aerin assembled in the Garden Room, taking a seat next to the rosebush which marked the grave of the dead cat. Of all of the spaces in the room, this was her favorite not only for the view but also for the bloody secret – it was a cat and not a person, but it was still a kill and the c...

"Um, I'm no expert at anything. It's just that my mother never approved of smoking, so she always told us that one puff was taking two to three breaths off of your life. Guess I didn't leave all of the teachings my mom beat into me as a child." Aerin’s look softened for a flicker, as sh...

"It may be more than two , Aerin," The redhead nodded and smiled. And this is a problem…how? Her brush with Langredoc and the power that she had wielded had served as dark bon-bons as far as easing some of the pain of Paige’s loss, Ashari’s offer a matching tub of ice cream. "Y...

Aerin found herself lying upon a vast stone floor within a circular room, her clothing replaced with crimson robes and thin chains upon her waist, ankles, throat, and wrists tied to the walls and floor which enabled her to pull herself into a seated position but prevented standing. Unseen, but not u...

Aerin took a step or two back as Yelena approached Paige and Langredoc began to rise – something was very confusing. Her eyes narrowed upon the other living tenants of the altar area. Dead Paige, she could understand. Murderer Langredoc, too, could be understood. The blonde who had first touched L...

Aerin followed Ashari werever she led, the storm of conflicting emotions within her breast still too much to allow the redhead a taste of 'normal'. The fingers in her hair allowed some stillness of thought to trickle throughand the following touch on the knee helped even more. In other circumstances...

"You know those kill you each time you light one right?" The comment and string of Adheil which followed were cryptic to the young mage, especially within the time of greif - her left eyebrow rose almost impossibly high while the right seemed to dip low enough to cover the eye completely....

"Michael Crane? He was there ? He killed her? No... not Michael, but his agent - the man with the wolf." Aerin was still working on clearing her throat of the vice grip in which it was clenched, her soft red tresses dancing back and forth as she shook her head in response to Crane’s pre...

Aerin had been home for a bit, her initial courage of telling Ashari the heartbreaking news deflated at the absence of her mentor. Left alone with her own thoughts and grief, Aerin had done very little but sit on the foot of her bed, Cicero in her lap, her tiny companion merrily getting a bald spot ...

Aerin wandered about in a daze herself, coming to terms with Paige’s death. How was she to deal with the news? With the sight of the body which blocked off all hope of denial? The Rocky Isle Guild was certainly living up to the first part of its name – two months of service under the new name an...

Aerin watched as Yelena made contact between the two of them before taking a seat at a nearby table. The redhead pondered her options as the man beside her made note of the young blonde as well…in a more man-ish way of course. Aerin gave a small, flirtatious laugh in response. If you know anything...

You could also check out some of the treads for a true-up-to-the-minute idea of what's going on with the temple - since you are in Citadel, that is fairly easy, as Aerin is in an active Pan's temple thread right now. Check it out here: http://www.tazlure.nl/board/viewtopic.php?t=16355