Tazlure

Feeling more than a little out of place in light of the added company, Baylan watched the proceedings with only mild curiosity. He knew very little of the strange people who shared the interior of the explorers guild with him and as such was fairly uninterested in their conversation and tensions. It...

Baylan's eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity at the woman's loud prayer. He wasn't one to judge... He was the one having nightmares about forging weapons for gods after all. "Whatever you have there miss, I'd advise you to keep it to yourself for the time-being, understand? Think on all of th...

Baylan, too, was surprised at the changes in heart of the girl. He knew nothing of this dragon creature, but he did know the face of someone trying to repress dire circumstances. Something was wrong with this situation. Her "prey" must be more important than she'd originally let on. Why th...

OOC: We know your situation, Mr. Rat. No need for apologies. I hope all is going smoothly for you. Baylan clutched at the scroll while confused tears welled silently; deep behind his now shockingly green eyes. The orbs always seemed to pick up a distinct hue when the dwarf was facing an emotionally...

If you want a gnome plotting buddy, I'm sure I can throw in some assistance here and there, GW. Just let me know.

And a belated congrats, Meri!

Baylan's heart sank deeply within his chest. He had been eying the water jug with sponge-like anticipation when he watched it nearly slip out of the scholar's hands. Following the man's gaze, the dwarf saw the cause of the confused twitch. Barrels and jugs of the good stuff! Baylan exclaimed within ...

For a bit, I doubt our troupe knew which way we were headed at all. As the words hit his ears, the smile slowly began to fade from the dwarf's mustached lips. He resumed his more comfortable blank expression before replying; "I am sorry to hear that, Miss. In-fighting is no way to start of a t...

Baylan was at a loss himself. Once again, he was speaking of things that he knew very little about. And with such assertiveness. He knew not from where his confidence came. Bay gave Bernice what little information he did have: "What I know, Miss comes only from the oral tradition passed down by...

Baylan's stomach rumbled with a thunderous roar upon being teased with the prospect of a bright ale or a thick, musky mead. It was common in the dwarf's culture, after all, to explore new relationships with the encouraging push of alcohol on hand. Jamail spoke of his studies with the displaced dwarv...

Leading Bernice back down the alley from which she had only recently emerged, Baylan spoke to her in hushed tones were she to follow. "This may be a little hard to swallow, Miss. I eh... I was given this token by what I believe to be a higher power, if you will." If Bernice had followed hi...

The traditional salutation left Baylan comically peering past the robed man in a futile attempt to search out his kinsman. A moment later, his eyes rose to meet those of the adolescent human before him. Realizing that this lanky figure was the source of the familiar speech, he replied in kind: "...

Having heard the harbormaster mention an explorer's guild, Baylan was quick to get down to business. Réalt was by no means a large town- the dwarf was fairly sure that he could actually see most of it from the docks, even. As such, he was not in the least bit reluctant to walk off down the dirt pat...

As much as the crafter would have liked to indicate his appreciation of Bernice's light remark, Baylan was feeling pulled by the gravity of the situation. He looked at the box with a puzzled grimace. I must be sick... I must be mad . He had earlier pretended to not notice that the case that he produ...

Bear Warper? Is that some kind of insult? He didn't seem to be speaking in jest... and his expression. Bewilderment? Baylan was readying himself to reply to Muraco , but, noticing the strange reactions of Scarlet and Xenovia and the look of helplessness on the tall man's face, he cut himself short....

Baylan's tension eased considerably upon hearing the choppy salutation. He had not heard a word spoken in his native tongue since he boarded the Drocker and set sail many days ago. This being his first time away from home, the small gesture was enough to make him immediately like Bernice . The gramm...

A wave of recognition splashed over the young dwarf like the crushing tides that he had just recently been floating over so easily. Motivated by curiosity, a heart for adventure, and a new-found faith in his dream-walking deity... Baylan approached Bernice with a determined stride. Removing his hat,...

Baylan had pulled his crate of nails from the belly of the Drocker before he'd gone to sleep the previous evening, stowing it strategically behind a mess of mooring lines where it would not be bothered by curious (and perhaps sticky-fingered) crew members. Sailors busied themselves with tossing the ...

Watching Scarlet's gymnastics with mild amusement, Baylan decided with a half-chuckle that he simply did not understand this girl. She talks of being caged... when I am here, having just been set free upon the world. The sturdy dwarf appreciated the irony in the present conversation. "Can you n...

Watching the group march from the alley, Baylan found that his heart was beating rather quickly with curious anticipation. Heavy footsteps thudded their way across the square and up to the statue by which he stood. Trying to avoid being rude, the dwarf partially averted his attention to the nearby m...

Rising. Rolling. Dipping. Sinking and again rising. Nights aboard the ship had not been very enjoyable below the deck. Baylan had been assigned a cot in the crew section of the hold. Hot, stinking working men lay very near each other in uncomfortable racks. Sometimes the rhythmic patten of the ocean...

"Flying Castles. Magus." Baylan's soaring attitude dipped slightly upon hearing the words. By the dwarf's understanding, magick-users were quick to bend the rules... change bearing in mid-course. The strategist in him hated the thought of people changing the playing field in front of his ...

Having completed his reverent monologue, Baylan returned his eyes and attention to the ever-expanding dark mass off the port bow. He searched for any sort of definition. The dwarf felt as if he were a blind man feeling a face through a thick silken veil. He could sense just enough of the land mass t...

Baylan’s big day had arrived. The first of many such days, he’d greatly hoped. For, on that day, he did something outside of his comfort zone. Outside of his family’s comfort zone. Outside of his peoples’ comfort zone. His grand adventure was about to commence. The dwarf carefully packed his...