Tazlure

Thanks for the update. I for one would quite enjoy playing here again.

I'm enjoying Mizahar myself. Fresh face, unique. Personally, I hope we'll see Tazlure 2.0 sometime in the distant future. All the best.

Edit: removed your link, but I'm sure people can find it easily enough

Greetings, I used to play here with a would be assassin named Marcus Eramo who was killed. I want to rp him in the Aether Realm as a spirit. I don't need any skills greater then a starting, but the character sticks with me and I'd like to have him exist in purgatory or hell, perhaps fighting for a w...

With a flash of amusement, the young man prayed his stream of urine would not give out quite yet. In a firm voice he responded. "Got some mineral here, looking for Dante's Gang. You provide the contact and I provide three Lance just for the trouble, and more weight if your source is legit."...

Anger seared through Marcus like pure flame. It rose from his core and shook his insides so violently he had to physically restrain himself from moving. These were not Simaldi, and wore no insignia of any merchant house or color. The sounds inside and actions before him strongly indicated otherwise....

Stumbling slowly up the street, a loud ruckus could be heard eminating from up the road. My.. the lads are at it tonight. With the sound of clashing steel Eramo turned viciously towards the noise; his head snapping to attention as he began to tear up the street as fast as his legs would carry him. A...

A public garden this may be, but it was large and expansive and might not be without it's dark corners. Never the less, Eramo hid himself in the shadows of a fig tree, leaning against it's trunk as he observed the newcomer. Lily-of-the-Valley was a common flower, but it did have other virtues beside...

Marcus eyed the crowd of people moving past him and focused on a group of suspicious men that were not doing much of anything other than stand around. He noticed one man sitting alone several crates over and walked towards him. Gaining idle eye contact and an awareness of presence, Eramo flashed a s...

In the heart of the SouthBridge borough lies a large, sprawling circular park. At almost five hundred paces in diameter, these great gardens are ringed with an worn canal and several bridges, which cross the watery exanse providing access from all directions. Numerous fountains, ponds, glades, and l...

In a timespan that felt like months, Eramo exited the vessel and felt the chalky texture of stone firm beneath his feet. For some unexplainable reason, he could not shake the feeling of pent up frustration even as he followed through several breathing techniques to calm his mind. Memory of the whore...

Eramo took a small boat as transport to the Northbridge Docks. He wanted to become more familiar with the waterways of the great city and be able to navigate visually using local landmarks. Looking down at the waves he frowned. The Scillus was to blame for the epidemic of sickness sweeping the city ...

Eramo finished his expresso, lingering more on the potency of the product than on the bitter end of the drink. He had half a mind to visit the Southbridge Arsenale, where he might find a face that he knew. But faces he knew had mouths too, and these mouths might be inclined to open and close into th...

The young man drank his coffee in peace, admiring the view outside. He scratched his kneck, looking across the street curious if a local barber might be open before the day got too late to bother. Tilting his cup he let the expresso linger in his mouth. Not bad. Not bad at all. Scratching his chin a...

The longest part of getting dressed was never buttoning the shirt, tying the doublet, or strapping up the boots; it was sheathing his assortment of blades. One knife concealed up the sleeve, another at the ankle, two throwing blades and a large dagger at the waist and two more knives tight against t...

I'm writing because I would like to update my Character Description. Personality: Marcus is a man who does not show genuine emotions easily; except one.(Only changing the first sentence of Personality). Goals: (Please change the word Heart to Hart, and at the bottom of Goals add): Thank-you.

Madam Panicci's This regal and majestic manse, strangely out of place in SouthBridge, houses the most well-known and famous bordello in the city. Catering to all classes and incomes, the place is well known for it's wide selections and open approach to pleasing it's clients. Built near the Promenad...

These several months were filled with violence, bloodshed, powerbrokering, and immense profit. A perfect environment for a man like Marcus Eramo to thrive. He informally joined the Simaldi Family and began to work for them in a purely physical capacity. He made extortion pickups, protected prostitut...

Marcus slid his knife farther up under the man's chin, breaking flesh. In a calm slightly agitated voice he begins to speak. " Voi Faccia di stronzo . Now you are very drunk and very close to being cut ear to fucking ear. Give me the directions to Hart's so called mansion, or I swear to sweet D...

The moment from the fist hitting the crown of his skull, until the time he awoke head throbbing passed as if connected like seconds. That said, the din of noise that met him upon awakening was no less rude then his departure. He felt a large weight on his right leg and quietly rolled over as his sho...

Glimpsing in the pool of water, Marcus made out a quick blur of motion from the man behind him. But it was too late. As he tried to move out of the way of the blow, the fist hammered down onto his skull knocking him to the ground.
He blacked out.

Looking the two men over, Marcus smiled warmly. Seeing his exit blocked, he followed the drunk into the alley. As he moved forward, the young man kept his body slightly closer to the first escort than the tall one. Beneath his cloak, Eramo quitely unsheathed a double edged dagger and held the blade ...

Marcus watches the elf go without much facial expression, other than a touch of amusement. "Take care." Drinking another swig of his beer, Eramo stands up beside the two men and gestures towards the door keeping his words succinct. "Harts, before the rain lets up if you can. I want to...

Marcus smiled warmly at the men as his drink arrived. He took a sip waiting for the elf to finish. With a stronger, but slower tone he began to speak. "Forgive the jest gentlemen. It was all a jibe at the elf's expense. To merit him a butcher, should be seen by men as yourself.. humorous ."...

Marcus gave the girl a knowing look. "Be a dear, and get me a refreshing beverage. I need something to quench my thirst." As she turned to go, he touched her arm. "And there is more than a Banner in it for you, if it's better than the watered down swill you pass off as authentic Mouth...

Eramo opened the door to Punt's Den and walked in slowly. As a boy he heard many tales about the Den, and used to enjoy sneaking in to rub shoulders with the murderers and cuthroats. Later he avoided the place like a leper colony when trying to pawn stolen goods. The rulers of the underworld did not...