Tazlure

Motley's mismatched eyes traveled from one guardsman to the next. He had clearly not intended to volunteer to help. "Sir I..." He was going to have the guard take a closer look at him, to clearly indicate that he was no fighter, nor even very good with any sort of weapon, so him being a pa...

"I don't... What?" The information the turtle thing was giving him was both crucial and overwhelming. Visions of his future, and the part he played in it for himself, and these strange creatures didn't make any sense. He'd only just arrived. How could his future be tied in with someone he'...

Motley's mismatched eyes traveled from one guard's face to the next. Asleep. Asleep. Uh... Gods only know where... Asleep. My guess is things have been rather quiet around here since I've been gone. It was at that moment that Motley realized that he was mistaken again. A young girl's scream sent hor...

The creature that pulled him from the pit was horrifying, and Motley clamped his eyes closed as he prepared to be eaten. As a few flickers passed, he could feel the thing sniff and paw at him. Frightened and stunned, he lay there expecting the worst. It said something in the strange language he had ...

The Summer Palace was a much smaller affair than the Royal Palace in Kings Court and did not resemble it in the least. Instead of a fortress it was a building full with glass and light, with big terrace doors opening to the wonderful palace gardens that ended in the d'Avennes at the back, and a nic...

Motley could imagine the wheels turning in Gerrard's mind, calculating, negotiating, offer and counter offer. His mention of others having more clout was a fair point. Today, he had little more than the lint in his pockets. But in the future? Tomorrow might bring all kinds of new possibilities... He...

Once he had finally got to a point where he could relax and ease the stress off his arms, something else happened where he was anything but relaxed. Once again the strange language was heard, and the little man cringed. If whatever it was knocked him down here in the first place, it might want him t...

OOC: Thank you! No rewind necessary. IC: It took a deal of concentration and effort, not to mention letting his first weave go completely before the ugly little man began to find success. Once he had figured out how he need to push and not pull, moving the bucket became a much easier process. When t...

Well then... A well it is... Motley looked down at his feet. Not precisely a well, or I would perhaps be drowning at this moment... The ugly little man examined the stone and earth above him, trying to gauge the distance from where he stood, to the rim of the opening above him. What does it matter ...

Ah.... When money comes into play, it brings out the fire in him... Motley's long, slender fingers cradled his chin as he rested his elbow on the table. His mismatched eyes looked intently at Gerrard. Given his success a few moments ago, there was a brief span where he considered getting what he wa...

Motley took a deep interest in Gerrard's words and manner. Clearly he was used to negotiating, and Motley had seen his fair share of haggling and bartering, but the man's style was quite unique. The ugly little man was confident that in certain situations,the tactic would be quite effective. At leas...

The words he heard meant nothing to him, they were unfamiliar and alien as the rest, although he thought he was beginning to hear similarities between phrases. Given enough time and exposure, he could likely begin to piece together the phrases and begin to put meaning to them, but the grinding noise...

He followed the tube anything was better than staying in that chamber with the rotting, putrid garbage and refuse. As he walked, he pondered over which direction it lead him. He could be traveling under the town, deeper into the jungle, or even out to sea. The last gave him a moment's pause and he s...

Having little other option, Motley began took a few steps into the tunnel before he paused. He retched a few times, overcome by the foul odors and for the first time, perhaps the only time in his life, he was grateful for being hungry and having a largely empty stomach. His portal trip to the island...

Rat..? What ever it was that skittered away, Motley found himself glad he could not see it. The horrors he could conjure in his imagination could be turned off, shut down and away as he concentrated on other things, but he could say the the same of whatever it was. Unlike his imagination, it was re...

Motley looked on in curious fascination as his subtle magic worked its effect. A smile played about Gerrard's features, a hint of bright cheerfulness was in his tone. Surely after just having just found out that his uncle had been killed along with many others in the man's home town, he would be inc...

Force. Impact. Falling. Silence. Pain. Motley scrubbed at his eyes and face with the back of his sleeve, trying to clear his vision and his head. He touched his head and neck gingerly, probing for cuts and scrapes that he was certain he felt the pain from. Darkness. He tried to stand, groggily lurc...

Motley tried his best to follow the tone and timbre of the music. Being experienced with melody and form, it was easy to discern he had never heard anything like this before. Gee lann cojim taa... He tried to remember the words and mimic the way the song and melody went. Coo rith menna triton dogel....

As he was completing his little pit stop, Motley both felt and heard something beneath his left foot. He tied his breeches quickly and then kneeled down to examine what it was. The grating rasp of stone could be heard further and deeper into the jungle, and as he was pondering this, he heard the voi...

As Morgan and Becca greeted one another, Motley found himself in the unenviable position of having a different kind of nature calling. His trip through the portal had scrambled his innards and now with the soothing melody of music and the relaxation of not being late or last to the party, he suddenl...

As Morgan and Becca greeted one another, Motley found himself in the unenviable position of having a different kind of nature calling. His trip through the portal had scrambled his innards and now with the soothing melody of music and the relaxation of not being late or last to the party, he suddenl...

As Becca sat and seemed to settle in near him, he put his pipes back into his bag and gave a last, longing look towards the spider and its web. He smiled warmly at her jest in regards to Morgan and the jungles. He gave the woman a glance that was both knowing and inquisitive about her. "I am gl...

"Be glad you missed it. It was a terrible thing." As the merchant spoke, Motley studied the other man carefully. The ugly little bard was a student of people. He was fascinated by them and he often watched them carefully, even on stage at times during performances. He couldn't quite put hi...

"of course it has taken you by surprise. It is only natural." Motley set his cup down carefully. It was a gentle and delicate move which might have been odd coming from one who looked as he did. "The storm was summoned by a wizard named Marcus. It was an odd storm from the very beginn...

Knowing the man needed time to think about his news, Motley sipped at his drink silently as Gerrard reacted to the passing of his uncle. Another victim of the Red Storm. I hope you are roasting in hell Marcus...! It was always a difficult thing to be the bearer of such sad tidings, and Motley looked...