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~Shea

I'd love to join you folks, but I'm all the way over here in the U.S.'s currently frozen mitten.
(Michigan)

Have fun, though, and have a few for me, won't you?

Hey there.

I can't code to save my life...but I'll be watching AND definitely involved in any way I can.

As is the trend, and one I think is a good idea:

My email is swirgau@gmail.com
Like Aerin said, its only given out to my friends.

Seriously, for a verbose as I am in real life...I barely have words. I'm sitting here at my computer, seriously choked up. Coming to these boards each day has been a highlight in a very difficult time in my life. I'll miss Tazlure horribly. *Raises his glass in toast and stifles a tear* To Tazlure. ...

I like alot of what Raevyn is saying, and I think there are more than a few folks here that would echo what was said. IF a decision is made to close the doors, about taking the basics of Rae's and some of the other posters' ideas, and then do a partial shut down? That is, if there's a mod or two wil...

What, then, do You consider the Core of Tazlure?

I'm asking this only for clarity so we all are on the same page here, since everyone could have their own ideas about what is essential Tazlure.

Tazlure has become something that's dear to me, and I would sincerely hate to lose it. This community is fun and quite endearing. It'd be a shame to lose everything here. That said, obviously something has to change. My personal preferences and thoughts would go something like this: 1. Simply downsi...

Standing near the guardshack, waiting for a reply, Shea smiled smugly...and then noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. Really big movement. Smile still in place, the swashbucker glanced casually over his shoulder, past the gate, and his mouth opened slightly in wonder. Of its own volition, ...

((OOC: Hey there, Frank . Not trying to partycrash. We were invited. )) A dense forest of masts is the first signal that something is up. Masts of different woods, sizes and diameters, sporting the flags of the known countries of Tazlure, announce the site of the Waterworks Yard. They reach out abo...

"Aye, finding Sorihn will likely be no easy task, which is why we'll be leaving our names about, so that hopefully he will be end up seeking us out." Shea explained quietly, moving slowly away from the tavern door, obviously enamored with his plan. "The barkeep may have indeed been im...

She does good work, Haikan.
Hopefully she'll come. The more the merrier!

He reached for Thalia's elbow, seeking to guide her away from the bar and towards the door. An all-is-right-with-the-world-because-I'm-in-it-grin was etched across his face as they moved and he quietly mused, "Aye, the Griffin . Though more importantly, you're the Mermaid for now." Shea's ...

Shea nodded diplomatically as the bartender ran through the names and his bartered knowledge of their whereabouts, though he arched an eyebrow with interest at the description of Master Sorihn . I like that. It rings of style and class...Sounds like my kind of fellow. He's definitely someone I need ...

Shea simply smiled back adoringly at Thalia, surprised at the ease to which she had entered the bartering arena. She's a natural at this. Perhaps my luck has indeed turned... "As you wish, my dear." The swordsman leaned slightly forward on his stool, towards his female companion, his hand ...

Appreciating the lady's smile himself, Shea said, "A glass of water for the lass, just in case then. Can't have folk who aren't drinking at the bar, now can we?" The dark-haired swordsman then added, a bit more quietly and conspiritorially, "And while you're saving our parched throats...

Hand held out in his most gentlemanly manner, Shea escorts the comely young woman to the bar, pausing a moment to brush off her stool before gently guiding Thalia to it. Confident, the swordsman props himself halfway onto a stool of his own, leaning one elbow nonchalantly on the bartop and waving th...

Shea gathered his mug and rose, pushing his wooden chair away from him with the back of his boots. "Shall we away, then, to the bar, dear Thalia, where in tales the true source of all knowledge is found? Food is fine and all that, but I believe what this situation needs is some liquid satisfact...

The dashing swordsman stiffened slightly as the auburn-haired beauty reached towards him, though it passed nearly as quickly as it had come. As a matter of fact, he had just started to lean into her hand when Thalia withdrew it. His voice betrayed little as he grinned, "Alas, my secret contacts...

Shea's tongue touched his lips for a moment, a bemused look on his face. "First off, if we are indeed to call upon one another in friendship, let us away with all these titles that in truth are far from accurate." "I am no lord, and neither am I a nobleman," the swordsman's words...

Shea cocked his head ever so slightly to the left as he listened to her tirade. When she finished, the dark-haired rogue blinked twice, then glanced down at his mug. "So. You would have me believe that either you think me to be a scoundrel of the knavest sort, who will turn you over to the firs...

One god & many... He thought, She's actually telling me the truth. It wasn't hard to see that the woman that sat across the table from him, and smelled slightly and sweetly of sea salt, was being completely earnest in her tale. In a town like Roque, and in a tavern no less, how rare was that ? ...

He'd sat silently as Thalia spoke, and now Shea gave a warm smile. "I'll share first, if that will help your state of mind. I've found that, for better or for worse, I'm rarely without something to say." A glance towards the kitchen showed little progress with their meals, but he did see t...

Shea cast an admiring glance Thalia's way, enjoying her unintended display of her firm form as she stretched, but then sobered as she stated her plan of action. He held up his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, then. No more teasing...for now. I enjoy a bit of verbal give and take with a gifted...

The swordsman sat back straight in his chair, a look of mock horror on his face. "Tsk, tsk, my dear. You wound me." Shea spent a moment feigning a bruised ego, then grinned, " Thalia , we are where we need to be to get started finding our quarry. If they are working men, as we believe...