Tazlure

Before any final decision is made, perhaps an informal poll is in order? A: I will stay to try and make this work. I am a mod or I seriously want to be a mod. If I am not yet a mod, there is no "if" or "I guess" or "maybe" about it: I want to be a mod. I am tanned, test...

Oh, just one more suggestion. If Tazlure ends up going with option 1, how about downscaling for a "happy" IC reason? NO: An awful plague/war/whatever has killed everyone you know and destroyed everything you've ever worked for. Please proceed to post-apocalyptic hellscape where you and you...

I know next to nothing about what all is going on behind the scenes that it's come to this, or how man moderators are left here or how burned out there are. I do know that I originally came to Tazlure after fleeing another "dying" RP, and maybe its example will be helpful. I'm talking abou...

"Ah Brother, good to see you here. Do you suppose it's time to visit the theater?" Arnholt blinked in mild surprise to find Velvel here. "The theater? Well..." Well what? It had seemed clear that Shiera and Damon had taken rather well to one another. He doubted that the raggedy ...

"A playhouse can be found, Brother. Often one is built out of what used to be something else... An outdated building whose use is unimportant to the betterment of society. Just something to think about." Arnholt furrowed his brow slightly at that, not following what building Velvel was re...

By now Arnholt had thrown on his plain brown traveller's robe over his Oneist whites, and slipped out of the monastery as casually as possible, which after all was probably what both Father Rohan and the pagans would have wanted him to do when making contact with the Mother's temple. While the culti...

"We can continue discussing that play after we get the main course underway." "The play was pretty good, I suppose," Arnholt said, fetching the vegetables as bidden. Ignoring, as best he was able, the feeling of euphoria that the power of Justice had left in him. No power in joy...

"Good night, Brother Climacus," was Arnholt's mild reply. "All the best to your mother." To Velvel he said, "He'll never be a close friend. But we can always feed the pigeons with him." The cultists' term for doing charitable works in the One God's name, in order to mai...

"No, Sister, I think not. Just a young man who looked like he could use a hand up." Arnholt gestured to the achadhiel vagrant with his staff. "Sister Shiera, meet Damon. He isn't a member of our Church, but he seems like a good man." With his free hand he flashed a thumb across h...

She punched her fist into her palm. "..But I know which emotions are expendable in crunch time. Righteous' agenda comes before my own, and I will continue to do as I should." "I'm sure you will, Sister," was Arnholt's reply. "And have no fear. Your anger will help keep our ...

"Well met, then, Damon." Tradition would have usually dictated a blessing as well, but since he wasn't dealing with a "fellow" Oneist Arnholt figured he needn't bother. "Thank you very much, Brother Beacon. Your good will is something pretty astounding to find here, just whe...

"Mm, that sounds like Brother Lionel all right," Arnholt agreed. Velvel was to be commended for finding the man. So innocent. So eager to please. Of course, since he was a member of the Third Circle, Lionel wasn't actually a cultist. No one in the nascent Third Circle was to know anything ...

"We will make Her proud, I am certain of it, Brother." "Of course we will, Sister." Arnholt's lips bent again in a faint smile of his own. "One day Her voice will be heard across nations, and She will rise again." All the same, he was looking at Ushiya a bit oddly. See...

"I am Brother Beacon," Arnholt said, now flashing his typical, cheery grin. "Might I have your name, sir?" And then, "Well, brother, there are some of us in the Church who believe the recent was a... miscarriage of Justice. I, like those of my brothers and sisters who are of...

Arnholt, for his part, was looking up... actually up ... at what looked to be a very young achadhiel man. Hard to guess at an exact age, what with the adhiel blood of course. And while he wasn't able to follow the whole gamut of emotions the stranger was going through, he did detect a remarkable lac...

Most people might have been walking these streets with a purpose, but Damon was not the only exception. There was also Arnholt, trudging along in his monastic robes, the butt of his staff tapping out time as he whistled a rather obscure Oneist hymn. He'd been up late again pursuing cult business; t...

"No, Brother Clicamus," Arnholt answered jovially, taking this minor setback in stride. "In fact, Brother Velvel and I were looking for (OOC: insert the name of a cultist Arnholt thought might be on duty now). Have you seen (him/her)?" Regardless of the answer, he went on to say,...

"So you're suggesting we build the Goddess's shrine right out in the open," Arnholt mused. "Taking refuge in audacity, one more time." Per Ushiya's request, he'd tossed her soggy robe over the doorknob. After that the cultist had remained on his feet, mostly because Ushiya had ri...

"There is certainly a great deal we have yet to learn about each other," Arnholt agreed. "And Her . We will need to meet regularly to practice drawing on the Goddess's power, and to study Her Book in order to learn Her own heart better. We can certainly use that time to get to know on...

Velvel had once been an actor by profession. He was quite adept at hiding or disguising his emotions. In this instance, however, Arnholt didn't find him all that difficult to read. The same kind of light had shown in Ushiya's eyes when the cultist priest had intimated that the Goddess had called and...

"As you wish, Father," Arnholt said with another slight bow of his head. As long as she wasn't being relieved of her other duties, Ushiya being on the council suited him fine. It was amusing that, of the four that Rohan named as the most upstanding members of the monastery, three were secr...

As for Arnholt, he couldn't help but think that Ushiya felt mighty nice, huddled up against his side like that. Except that the woman was as cold as a fucking icicle. In any case, the holy word of Righteous was soon absorbing the majority of his attention, their unusual circumstances notwithstanding...

"Of course, father," Arnholt said with a bow of his head. "Besides which, Brother Gentus brings with him a perspective that cannot be ignored. His voice must certainly be heard." Meaning that supreme traditionalist asshole ought to make 'Brother Beacon' look all the more reasonab...

Her scowl returned and she hissed. "I meant nothing of that kiss, Brother, it was the folly of a beginner- that is all." And who said anything about that ? Arnholt definitely did not utter the thought aloud. Maybe Ushiya was protesting too much, but Righteous knew, this was an argument th...

Giddy as she was, the achadhiel might not have noticed the clinical way that Arnholt was looking at her now. It was as if the Ushiya he knew had vanished and been replaced by a stranger. Under the circumstances the peck on his cheek did nothing for him. But Righteous's words did bring a slight, wry ...