Tazlure

Here's me.

warmmachineme@yahoo.com

And I'm in the Facebook group. James Downs.

And I'm always watching the boards and hanging about chat.

Love you all!

Let me be the first to respond and say that, in my experience, you have been a first rate mod. I wish I had been as good a player in that time. I'll look out for you in chat, as well as in any future endeavors that may spring up. In case it should be useful, my email is warmmachineme@yahoo.com. Roqu...

Yeah, I know it's been a minute since I posted. This time of year is rough, but it's the last time I'll have it this way since I'm graduating in December.

I'll start cooking again soon.

Fighting the dark adhiel was a thrill. He was the antithesis of the orcs, unbelievably agile, as his master had shown to be. His acrobatics were envious, but Quinlan was rewarded by a scream of pain as he sliced into the muscle of the leaper's leg. He could feel the crescendo, a wave of battle crash...

"Nothing I ever do is easy," Quinlan rasped back at his opponent. Damon cried out. He had rejoined the fight. Quinlan's confidence rose. The remaining enemies were outnumbered, and, as far as he was concerned, outmatched. He felt electricity in his limbs. The dark adhiel seemed to enjoy ju...

"Cowardly wretch !" Quinlan barked. They had a chance to snatch who seemed to be a boss, but just like that he was gone. Off to warn the rest of his troupe, off to form new plans. Quinlan began to seethe as the possible consequences came to him in a rush. The game was about to become much ...

Quinlan's breath caught in his throat as the amazing happened. Another blast of wind, sending the door blowing inward and knocking most inside - and one outside - off their feet. At least as amazing was the leader's ability to power his way through it. In a flash, the wind was gone and Esther was ou...

Two came and went, and apparently noone had got the hint. But in the moment, Quinlan could think of no other way to try to communicate his intentions. His lips pulled tight over his teeth in frustration, and he drew breath to give the "three" everyone was waiting for - possibly including t...

Black... dark adhiel? The tale became more tangled with each flicker. And at this rate, there would be none left alive on the ship to begin unraveling it. The belated courage of James was heartening, and it lasted about as long as James himself. Even so, their luck still held. Better a flesh wound ...

Quinlan breathed heavily, his blood still up from battle. It was an odd sort of relief to see the last orc on deck fall, but he was not the last orc of all. Glancing over the circumstantial allies, it seemed all were still in relatively good health. The swordsman figured it had been equal parts skil...

Damon nearly paid for their lack of alertness as the orc attacked him in desperation. Quinlan did not miss that his shame and Damon's face were seemingly saved by the girl Esther. Quickly, he closed the distance to Damon and the orc. His boots clomped on the deck as he planted his feet behind the kn...

Steadying his footing, Quinlan prepared for the next attack he anticipated from the orc. He waved his sword sharply to the side, sending spats of blood across the deck where he stood. But, he was soon distracted from his goading of his opponent. Quinlan watched in awe as the orc on the other side wa...

Just a hint of resistance as the schlaeger pierced Gordo's neck, silencing him. Never did he have the chance to make good on his threat. Another fluid motion to draw the sword back, and ready again. It was hardly finished with its bloody work. The first surprise attack was the last, as the kill woul...

Barkul the orc skidded up to the cabin, and Quinlan waited with bated breath through the verbal fighting that came before the main event. But, as he had begun to fear, there were more than orcs to appear in the doorway. Before anyone could react, their poor, portly captive was horrendously killed. F...

Quinlan tried to quiet even his breathing as the shadow grew in the cabin doorway. The feeling of dread at the thought of facing off against several of the brutes could not be ignored. No, I won't need any other equipment, I thought. Probably won't see a thing tonight, I thought. Quinlan flexed his ...

Quinlan stood up as the city guard approached, resting his hands on his hips. His left hand discretely held the vial and the note, rolled up tightly. "A gruesome display, sir," he spoke up immediately. "I was talking to one of the guards in front of the arena," he said, pointing ...

Quinlan reached over and hooked his long arms over the deck railing. They seemed lucky so far. He could only see one orc on deck, in the half giant's grasp and not in very good shape. The other two on board - one of them Damon, from the bird's disconcerting cries - were a surprise to see. He wanted ...

How familiar the orc's words seemed. Every major event of the past year in Quinlan's life seemed to be tied to such disharmony. From his first tides in World's Mouth watching adhiel marched from the city, to the xenophobia of the kanthrop. Was the orc right? "Perhaps you should see to your part...

"They may be on board already," Quinlan cautioned, more quietly than before. "I think we should head for the bow at first." Let's hope there aren't too many, he thought, keeping it to himself. The idea of swimming back to the docks in the dark was far from pleasant. Without furth...

Quinlan was impressed by Frank's questioning. If there was a better way to phrase a question to the orc, he couldn't think of it, somewhat to his chagrin. He had given up the beast for dead, thinking that no worthy answers could be gained from someone willing to poison himself before being captured....

Quinlan was on the boat almost before James had to ask. It seemed that he and Frank were mostly ignoring James at that point, simply doing what they felt was necessary. So far, James could hardly be blamed for his confusion, nor was he alone in it. But, the situation seemed to be growing in urgency,...

Well trained Nago might have been, but he certainly had high spirits, to say the least. It was as though he and his horse were thinking the same thing. Quinlan couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a horse outright attack someone in such a way. Nago kicked and bucked, sending the orc flying. Qui...

A bird mimicking conversation was believable. But there could be little doubt this bird was holding conversation. It was hard to decide what to do about it. He thought hard, trying to come up with some explanation or example of what force was at work. But it was as much a first for him as it seemed ...

Quinlan reasoned the half giant's ferocious throw was as likely to kill the quarry as anything. Of course, he wanted to try to extract details and clues from the attacker, but he was oddly unconcerned. Wordless feelings came reflexively, almost subconsciously. Interrogation was fine, but better for ...

Quinlan looked toward the approaching ship. He wanted to accept the explanation James had given, but his nerves wouldn't quite let him. Fixated on the ship in the dark, he didn't notice the goings on behind him until the girl's voice called out. Eyebrows raised in surprise, he turned and looked for ...