Tazlure

Oh man, I just read the sad news about Tazlure!

Sheesh!

I'd like to say it was a pleasure playing with you guys, but it all seems much too brief a time!

I'm a little at a loss for words!

Sorry I've not been able to post for a while (we're preparing for a baby in the family house) - I think it probably best if Jacob ducks out of all storylines at the moment. I hope to be back soon, but at the moment it's just not possible to get lots of forum posting done. I'll try to get online to l...

Happy New Year!

I got a fiance for Christmas!

Jacob had never encountered a man such as this one, with his accent and ability to reel off questions and suggestions, and his generally buoyant personality. Jacob found himself smiling, but confused, and struggled to find answers to the questions. "I... yes... a light outfit sounds excellent. ...

Jacob was still confused by the events unfolding, what with everything that had happened, but at least it had proved not to be a dangerous situation. He had to remind himself, once more, that the world did not revolve around him and his problems, not matter how big they are. "My apologies, sir....

Sorry, RL has been occupying my time the last week or so. I have expectant father duries, and my pregnant girlfriend is pretty much immobile art the moment. Ironically I get more posting time when I'm working, because the home PC is my other half's life-line at the moment. But it does mean that I'm ...

Jacob picked himself up off the crowd, trying to find support. It occurred to him that he didn't want to be seen, but the pain in his ankle was ensuring he didn't accidentally stand tall amongst the crowd. He quickly took stock of his situation, and undid the clapse on his cloak, shrugging the hoode...

I'm prepared to suddenly develop a limp in later threads based on the outcome of the fight. If Tyrone hadn't been already distracted it would've been suicidal to even attempt to tackle him!

As it is, Jacob's preapared for the worst!

OOC: Sorry - really bad internet connection this weekend! When Theo answered Jacob's question, he felt it almost a relief. The pirate had no answer. It probably meant the ship his father had once travelled on no longer sailed the waves. Jacob and Theo would no doubt be meeting Dominicus, or a close ...

This is where I go into a sketch about wanting to have been a lumberjack... either that or I mention that I never expected a Dominicious Inquisition...

Excellent! I'm considering a change of heart too. I'll join the priesthood, perform a miracle, and dedicate myself to torturing pirates.

And possibly farmers.

The singing had been a little weird, and the clothes the man wore seemed to mark him as at least part way as eccentric as the rest of the contents of the shop, but when the man spoke Jacob found himself speechless. His mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. He wasn't quite sure what to say. ...

I think it's just gone from Life of Brian to the world of wrestling, Tazlure Tag-team Special. Two priests and a farmer versus two sinners and a half elf.

Place your bets!

OOC: The more the merrier! "The home of a fortune teller," the girl said with a rather non-challant tone, as if it were the most natural and obvious answer in the world. She shrugged and returned to her scrubbing as it dawned on him that he had other places he could be. "Ah! A fortun...

Welcome, Angelique.

Beware of Priests! That's my tip for beginners!

Jacob listened to the words Petros spoke to him, and fought to keep the disgust from his face. He could feel anger welling up where previously he'd been prepared to go to his death calmly. Still, he spoke no words as they climbed up onto the stage. "Ah yes," said Jacob, quietly, "a st...

Jacob hadn’t recognised the name of the shop, but when it came to find the place he discovered he knew the shop very well indeed. It was another of the cities landmarks, though he knew it as The Fancy Dress shop, where people with far more money than he indulged in exotic and slightly eccentric ou...

"A home, of course," Jacob smiled. "I was just wondering what sort of home would have a sign of stars outside it." He gazed up at the sign for a moment, and for the first time - possibly because on this visit he was sober - he tried to match the pattern of stars with any of those...

Suddenly I know how Jacob feels. *shudder* All that's missing is the malicious grin I keep imagining when I read Tyrone's posts!

As words spilt from the mouths of those accompanying him, Jacob felt them pass over him like a soft breeze. At least, that was what Jacob had been hoping. If the murmering noise was music to lull his senses into accepting his fate peacefully, then the sudden bizarre actions of the dark priest were l...

Jacob's curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped out of his hiding place, trying to match the girl's tune with a low hum of his own, trying to repeat the patterns of sounds he'd already heard. He made sure he didn't come any closer than necessary for her to see him clearly. When he had her at...

Yep, I'm really tied up too at the moment job-hunting. Sorry it was not to be a hyper-posty week! Anyhow, hopefully I've got things back on track for those waiting on the Sinner's Square thread.

Damn Villians. What is this, Heroes?

Jacob kept walking as the farmer held him tight. He ignored anything he spoke to him. He ignored the words of Petros and Tyrone. He kept his eyes on the looming gallows ahead of him, in particular on the figure of the pirate that had been dragged out. He listened to the litany of crimes, but didn't ...

Come to think of it, when Tyrone fist pointed at Jacob, I thought of the scene when Brian was preaching to the crowd, telling them what they could to live better lives, when the passerby stops and says "Who me? Thanks!"

The carpenter tried to ignore the hissing in his ear. This priest was like a snake, and quite possibly just as dangerous. This snake, however, seemed not guided by instincts for survival but by pure malice. If he'd thought Petros had attacked him with a sting of spite, it was but a pale reflection o...