Tazlure

Draggo was stumped, he had let himself get cornered. Now he had to tell a story of his own exploits. Even the arrival of the pancakes with the serving wench was not enough to save him. Though he did take the distraction she provided to study the other other table mates carefully. Being generous, he ...

'The little street rat had a name, well, that was just fine. The better for the stonemason to carve into her tombstone.' Draggo thought as the other man, Gavin he gave as his name, scooted around the table to sit beside Syra. 'Grrraaaghh... Now, now, there's no point in getting mad at that Syra. Eve...

Well that wasn't the reaction Draggo was hoping for. It seemed the street rat had a spine, sharp teeth and a sharper tongue. At least her fighter companion had the right of it. Drawn blades tend to speak louder than words ever could. Then again, her open challenge, put him into a tight spot. If he b...

"Another good reason to stay at this Inn." Draggo said to the lovely serving wench, as he raised his mug in mock salute and gave a beaming smile. Draggo had taken note of what the wench had said to the couple. He doubted that they where lovers, but then he reasoned, he'd been wrong before....

I would like to thank everyone for their patience and understanding when I say.


HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY.....

I got it in first for the people of Down Under.
HA HA HA HA HA

As he swirled the cider around in his mouth, Draggo soon had the impression that he was being watched. Not sure of the intent of the eyes watching him, Draggo instinctively lowered his hand slowly to his sword. Still peace bonded in its short sheath. Grateful in the knowledge, that the knot could be...

Draggo quickly poured himself a mug from the jug of cider the wench had returned with, right after pocketing the brass key. She was a pretty thing, so he gave her his full attention as she told him of his room's location. He smiled a half smile when she asked if he was new in town. "Well...&quo...

Its like the circle of life here in Tazlure one returns from the wilderness of RL, and one heads out into the unknown. Good luck out there Tyrone...

Next time i'll use the spell checker......................rriiiight!

Although he had already had taken breakfast out beyond the city, the smells of the freshly cooked pancakes were to great a temptation. "ooh, just a small plate of those wonderful scented pancakes, and a jug of cold apple cider if you have any. Please." Draggo asked, after a moments indecis...

Thank you, Thank you, thank you. It feels good to be posting again. Things happen in real life, as we all know, that can dominate our time. With out even realising it, your posting goes from once a day, to once a week, to once a month to once a never... HA HA. Getting married, building your own home...

At first sight of the Dragons Den, Draggo knew he'd like the place. The sign out the front, the water lapping at the shore, the shear size of the place. All of it said come in, sit down, relax and have a good meal while your here. Sargeant Wilthrope said that he'd might find some emplyers here, if a...

Draggo listened intently to sergeant Wilthrope, as he listed possible places of employment. The officers tone of dismissal of the city watch, and straight backed pride, when talking of the Western Terra army. Flagged him as a possible career man. This was confirmed by the way he subtly tried to recr...

"Talents, talents you ask?" Draggo responded, stroking his mustauche. "Well I guess I can swing a sword as good as the next man. Though I doubt you'll be needing, or wanting, too many men walking around the city with that talent." he said with a knowing smile. "I will not dr...

Draggo could see the walls of the aptly named Kings Court loom before him. Its damaged walls bearing witness to a battle not long ago, evidence added too by the hastily repaired main gate and the number of armed guards before and above it. 'This does not bode well' Draggo thought. 'Well on the brigh...