Tazlure

Where's that posting going on, exactly?

This unique place will be sorely missed by many. Still, I think I understand the why's and when. The end is important in all things.

Thanks a lot to all the people who have made it possible!

Like a beaten dog, he followed the man back to the beach, unsure whether he understood things correctly. "That's my fellow travellers over there," he mentioned to utter. "They're nice folk. Mostly. I take, then, that you are one of... those we are looking for? Who informed you of our ...

OOC: sorry for the delay... My last exam is over now. IC: The modest water mass and the snakelike sound of the surf were things he could put up with by themselves, yet he had the feeling something awkward was at hand. The fact that the old man rose gradually, rather than suddenly, made it all the mo...

Finodborn didn't particulary care about getting his pants wet - save autonomously on a public occasion- but didn't really know how to swim either. Sure, he was the son of a fisherman; that didn't mean he was a fisherman, as he had explained countless times before. However, this man here seemed to dr...

"Good Morningtide to you too, Deirdre. We already seem to be missing one of our party, I'm afraid. And our slightly uninvolved visitor seems, near drowning." Het turned to the twins. "I'm rather sure it's not our tanned cousin Ko'sstin." Running towards strangers in unknown terri...

How convenient these twins were! If ever Finodborn would live as a rich nobleman, he would offer them a job as a housekeeper. The chances for that happening were, however, about as slim as him being converted to worship of the One. "Good morningtide!" he said, and added a smile. The sight ...

First week of August ey? Count me in if I'm not travelling (elsewhere than The Netherlands, that is. Although that would barely qualify as 'travel'.)

OOC: I thought Scatha would start, but I'll give it a go IC: Finodborn wasn't good with fights. When confronted with one, his general way of dealing with it was going along with what the biggest meanie wanted. Deirdre didn't seem mean. Ko'sstin did. Some would call this cowardice. He thought of it a...

To Fin, the wolf was eerie. As if it was an omen of bad things to come. He had no idea, but something about it definitely made him suspicious. He arranged a comfortable place to sleep for himself, but didn't spend a lot of time in the land of dreams that night. Staring at the stars, he tried to remi...

OOC: Sorry for the unannounced absence. IC: Where the contact with the black worm was cold, the shriek was chilling. Finodborn lost the remainder of his appetite and wondered where in the Hooved one's name this creature came from. Still, it would be interesting to see what happened if it were expose...

Hearing that this creature was mostly suited to live in an underground habitat was strangely disappointing to Finodborn. They seemed of little use for the goals of the Thorns, then. On the other hand, it is always a comforting thought that you're safe from all-consuming black worms. At least during ...

Finodborn eyed the little vial suspiciously. Its very sight made his senses tingle in a most unpleasant way. "What do they do if they're not trapped in a bottle?" he asked, almost whispering, fascinated by the cloak of chill draped around the thing . It reminded him of his recent training ...

Finodborn was once again so glad to have Scatha with him. Her words were always so disarming! He wished he would one day be able to go about things in the same carefree manner. As she digged up the crystal, he felt dizzy for a flicker, and shook his head to get rid of the sensation. He had seen this...

"I wouldn't know," he answered Scatha as he took a seat on Ko'sstin's other side and after translating her question. Finodborn wasn't a big fan of meat, having grown up as a fisherman's son. He longed for his mother's crispy fried cod, but with a shred of pain he reminded himself that he w...

In the generous beauty of the landscapes they crossed, Finodborn forgot about the war every now and then. At the same time, these pure and untainted parts strengthened his resolution. Whimsy with her pranks fitted in just perfectly for him. It served to attenuate his fright for both the dark adhiel ...

What a relief that capable people were going too. This way, there would possibly be an easy way out should it become blatantly clear along the way that Finodborn was unsuited for the mission. The dark adhiel coming along made him slightly less enthusiastic, but he had worked with their kin before. I...

He looked at Whimsy with narrow eyes. Her unusual radiance confirmed the obvious hunch that she was holding something back. Ok... just tell me already what you know before I plunge into more idiocy... The fingertips of the hand in his pocket traced the treacherous edge of an onyx arrowhead. After al...

Finodborn tried his best to translate what was told to Scatha, but gave priority to understanding everything properly himself. The news gave him an undefined unpleasant feeling, as if somebody had just poured a pincher of lukewarm oil into his shirt. He could have slapped himself for totally neglect...

There was something cruel about Scatha Ashtir. Somehow she had a nose for finding undefendable spots, be they mental or, like in his case, physical. He was positively certain she would be a genius as a bully. There was really nothing else he could do but increase the distance between him and her by ...

As the pair, except in appearance remarkably alike, exchanged greetings, Finodborn tried his best to suppress blushing. While he was still trying to recompose himself, there was that stream of information. As his mind tried to process the echoes of Whimsy's sentences, desperately trying to find its ...

Hi Whimsy, he spoke in her mind; maybe the guards were oblivious of her presence, but they wouldn't necessarily exclude the possibility that he was a dangerous madman if he started talking to unnoticeable things. It has been a while indeed. What have you been up to? We've received help in our cause...

"I see," he commented. He still didn't trust the way things were handled, but he didn't see much point in arguing further. His shoulders dropped somewhat in disappointment as he turned to Scatha. "They don't want to let us in, but they will after they've made sure for themselves that ...

"They didn't choose to live there. They were put there, and it was the centaurs' job to keep them there. I don't know where they lived before that. The few dark adhiel I met didn't know themselves. But sure, let's go see if we can catch a glimpse." Finodborn was shocked to find himself cau...

It required quite the effort to keep on pretending he was listening to the woman's rant and at the same time respond to Scatha. The ball bouncing to and fro didn't help much either. "It appears that the centaurs have turned up," he replied, "or at least some of them." Ignoring he...