Tazlure

Hi guys, sorry for disappearing on you. I've been putting off the decision, but I think it would be for the best if I officially retired from Taz. I've pretty flaky this year... it's a bit of RL, a bit of losing the motivation to post... and I don't want to repeat that. If I start playing again, it'...

H'saan's grip tightened upon his spear at the unexpected light and movement in the darkness, but he relaxed it as soon as he realised that it was Magliorre who approached. "It is ancient, paladin," he said softly in reply. "Who amongst us can know the truth behind the wars of Joris Dr...

Giant squid? Considered a delicacy in Kislovan I believe.

Some sort of jellyfish might work too. While they don't have enough brains to actually attack someone, they might conceivably cause a lash-like scar and they're scary poisonous.

Like Duncan, H'saan wasn't entirely pleased to draw the second watch, but he accepted his lot without complaint. Dinner was a brief and uneventful affair. After the rations had been downed and the utensils cleaned and put away, the half giant checked on Laetitia, then retired to his tent for an earl...

Never too fond of cramped and dark places, H'saan had chosen to remain outside with the rest of the troops, sitting patiently astride his camel. The voices from inside the cave faded away and for a while, nothing particularly exciting seemed to be happening around them. Then a sudden sense of... loa...

"She has a name. Asenath. Now you know as much as I do." H'saan rolled his eyes with a shrug of his shoulders that stared over the heads of the troops to where the nomad woman stood talking with the eastern man. "Strange is it not, Malakhai?" he mused. "We have spent months ...

My first starting loc, Dort, was chosen pretty much at random. The fact that it was supposed to have a really cool library sealed the deal... Sabata was H'saan's starting point. It seemed like a good environment for having proper questy adventures, which is what I wanted to do with the character. Wh...

Okay guys, I know flickerhugging is the evil and we all want to get to the good bits of the thread but I'm finding it a little wierd that our characters might end up spending 5 marks together without doing anything except glower at each other. Let's give 'em a chance to bond shall we? Or at least fi...

After he had spoken with Denbar, H'saan led his camel down to the wateringhole where Malakhai had taken Oren, in a more subdued mood than he had previously been during the ride. He waited patiently until the other steeds had drunk their fill before allowing Laetitia her turn - after all, she needed ...

For all our OOC needs...

"More than okay, d'war . This one is honoured that you would favour his lowly mount." H'saan flashed his most charming smile at Asenath , pleasantly surprised by her decision. He had been half-expecting that she would wish to ride with Malakahai - a man of her own race and one who cut quit...

Hey, whaddaya know? Chicks dig my sweet ride.

Ah. That explained much. Watching the young man’s eyes water, H’saan was reminded that as well-grown as he was, Malakhai was not that much more than a boy, and since had left his people he was also very much alone in a new world. He could recognise some of the pain in him. Though it had been mo...

"Allow me to offer another," came a voice from up above them. "The ride may not be so smooth but perhaps, the view will be better? And Laetitia is very well mannered, allow me to show you..." For the second time that morning H'saan kooshed his camel, this time pulling back on the...

H’saan had been amongst the first to rise on the morning of the hunt. Unlike most of the Knights he had to attend to more than his own armour and weapons. In addition to his supply of javelins, a broadsword and a slingshot he would be taking with him an assortment of herbs, bandages, needles, silk...

Lounging back in one of the largest and sturdiest seats he could find, the half giant signalled to the waitstaff to come and take their orders. When they came he would ask for a cold black tea. In the meantime, Malakhai’s question remained to be answered. "Education," H’saan said simpl...

Train. Study. Eat. Sleep. Wake up, rinse and repeat. This is the way that H'saan spent the rest of the spring. It seemed as though every man and woman in the Keep had something to contribute to the preparations for the Dragon Hunt, and the half-giant was no exception. He spoke with the Warden about ...

"Ready... set... GO!" H'saan sprang off the starting line at the sound of Malakhai's voice. It took him a few strides before he found his rhythm, stretching his long legs out in an effort to catch up with the tall Tribesman. He began to wonder if he'd been a little too cocky when he found...

"Ha!" H'saan let out a short, sharp bark of laughter as he set aside his staff and began stripping down to his waist. Anyone coming behind him would see an impressive number of bold geometric shapes inked into his skin, coalescing into the form of a great mammoth with its trunk snaking dow...

In the days since he had settled into the Keep, H'saan had mainly stuck to the infirmary, acquainting himself with the place and people therein. He had come to know some of the Knights, but only as patients and not as comrades and warriors. It was, in part, a deliberate decision not to get too close...

He had intended to loiter (or perhaps, loom) in the background while the formal welcomes were made; but conveniently, the priest addressed H’saan first, saving the half-giant the hassle of deciding when would be the most appropriate time to approach him. He came closer and bent forward in a fluid ...

Thanks man. See ya there.

When the horns began to blow, H'saan had been in his chambers, washing himself before going out to eat. Unlike Malakhai, the half-giant reacted to the disturbance with very little urgency. Had he been out in the desert, it would have been a different story, but within the walls of a city he held it ...