Tazlure

WEll it's right now a glimmer of an Idea... and perhaps not a well done one at that. I have ideas for a world. But that's it and It'd be years easily before I feel the world is solid enough to really put out there. I kind of wish I could develop something great, but perhaps its best that I don't... ...

With everything going down? How do we start a new world?

Wow... this could be Tazlure inspired poetry. Ahem... so about all this stuff about the system and such... where's that information I am curious about it. I want to try and give us all a place to stay, with help.

I have to say, I enjoyed my time here... as short as it was. I do want to start something knew, but how does one go about getting the 'game system'? How can on go about developing a new land a new place for these players? How can one replace Tazlure You' can't? But I want to develop something new......

The achadhiel smiled at Aerin, "Perhaps this evening then." she says softly, not flirting but being utterly sincere and curious. "Yes.. that might be interesting if you'd like it." she says trying to keep her mind on the upcoming interview on her mind. She turned a little bit cur...

I saw this and went 'NO no closing. I liked someones idea of focusing on PC to PC intereaction. I mean have the GDs and Mods start bigger area plots but also think it'd be cool if we caused something to close off the world and put them all in one or two areas perhaps.

She looked back towards the steps and where the Mistress was. She leans foreward for a sip of wine and then sighed. "Aerin, can I ask, how you learned to do such... and how can you awaken some one?" she asks. She tries to be polite about it, her base self knew a good way- a good strong dri...

The panlings, Deianeira watched them, feeling a little like she was missing out on some private joke. She too raised her glass as words were exchanged. "To new friends, new beginnings, new lives.... to a whole new world." she said raising her glass carefully before taking a sip. She took a...

Aerin smiled and gave a small bow, just “Namaste…” she greeted, keeping her eyes locked on his for a flicker before motioning inward. “You must be Mister Brandywine and Miss Saitheria – my name is Aerin Seleratus, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” She kept her etiquette classes in mind...

The long drive and old trees left the dark skinned Achadhiel speechless as she walked up towards the house. The house itself was stunning her eyes widdening to attempt to take it all in. "This is her home... tihs isn't house this is a palace." she whisperes. She pauses a moment. looking ar...

Standing. "I need to get moving myself. I have a life to live and party to attend." she smiled. "Thank you for listening." she whisperes. She runs a hand across her arms. "Thank you so much." She offers a low head bob before turning to leave.

A thrill as their hands touched. "Yes. Let's dance." she said the alchol in her system making her a little bolder than usual. She smiled. This girl was no noble, her hands were firm, and strong, not the hands of delicate wall flower, never knowing work or washing. She has the hands of some...

"You're new here, but you should be able to find directions to Thalas Manse, home of the Rocky Isle Guild, from any guard, messenger or native provided you compensate them," Ashari said to Galen, and then looked at Deia and nodded when she requested sitting. "Yes, please do. No sense...

Deianeira turned to lock eyes with the woman. "I do not." she said in a firm tone eyeing the woman. "I am no one's pawn or tool." she says looking around for a chair. "May I sit, Mistress..? Or would you rather I stand and talk?" she questions Ashari smilingly. She trie...

The dark skinned and slender adhiel smiled. She leaned back a little bit knowing Damien was there his hand against her she smiles. "I don't know." she whispered half-drunkly. "Part of me, wants to dance, but like this dance doesn't seem like a good idea," she says take another sm...

Looking at Ashari, the dark skinned half-Adhiel smiled. "No mistress, I've lived my whole life in the Citadel, miss." she says politely trying to be honest and true. She sounds almost sheepish at this fact. At never having traveled. "I've lived my whole life here. I a have three broth...

Pipes and music and voices. Deianeira humms a few light notes as if to set the tone. It's carefully planned song. Something local to the citadel, it's a romantic little dity, perhaps playing with the fact that she had a rather attractive half adhiel looking her in the eye. "He danced with me in...

The dark skinned achadhiel nodded and turned to Galen. "What shall we play? what song shall we sing?" she questions warmly. "I want something that's pleasant, but not overly...": she takes a moment to try and come up with the worlds. "Strong, I want simple, but unique."...

Another Adachiel. Deianeira's completely entranced. Perhaps because it was... rare for her to see another one, even in citadel , or perhaps she'd just never taken into the account of the differences based on parentages. His fairer skin compared to her dark, her own eyes compared to his. She smiled. ...

"Oh, I am sorry Mistress. I don't find you old not at all." The woman looked mortified. " I guess I am just used to addressing women older than me, and in my experience women may look young but might be older and I suppose it's just the adhiel in me just a little bit." she clears...

"No.. ma'm I don't." she looks away as kicking herself for not knowing who this woman was. "I am sorry ma'm, I suppose I should but I do not." she cleared her throat looking at the woman, she smiled. "My station?" she seems almost ashamed. "How can I do something t...

Deianeira seemed almost shell shocked at the women's voice. Stunned and surprised. "Ahh..." she smiled. "This going to sound horrible blunt, but I think your pretty." She averts her eyes, upwards even, as if to await some sort of reprimand for saying something like that. "I ...

The girl didn't explain her comment, she if anything seemed caught up in her thoughts. " I guess I can see how pretending might be bad. But isn't it sometimes nessacery? I mean to not pretend sometimes means you're missing some parts of the world." she smiles. "Like plays, the actors ...

Escape! Deianeira had managed it- well a small one, out of her brother's home and into the streets of the city. She pulled off the kerchief which kept her hair bound allow it to fall. Gotta keep walking She told herself. The dark skinned Achadhiel, walked into the Inn. She nearly stopped as the atmo...

Are aether realm thread just something some can start or do you like have to have a thread which reaches into them? I mean do they have to be big or can they just be a 'dream thread'\?

Trying not to sneak- for how can one sneak at a lavish party? Deianeira came around the side of Damien. "Thank you." she said pleasantly extending her hand for the drink he held. She moved to walk a little farther into the crowd, as if to say 'follow' moving and swaying her hips a little b...