Recent content by Farzad Oldsummer

Farzad preened at the hairs that had accumulated in his scruffy scarves, mostly just picking them off but at least imitating initially that dry way any wizard pulls at a too long beard. Just for him it was scarves. It confused a few of the stragglers that looked at the strange makeshift rainbow...

"It was as voluntary as a forced conscription," Farzad responded in kind to Kiros, reeling back a little bit taking a puff from an imaginary though impressively long pipe as he backtracked his mind to however long ago it had been. "Well as any good story starts. I was innocent." He stated quite...

Farzad knew this was the price of fishing. And he swallowed deep. A heavy bulb of dry spit loitered in his throat. But beneath that lingered a heavy rumbling. Farzad had no knife so instead just balled his hand in fabric and thread and started delving and digging around. He wasn't as fast as...

Farzad's fingers cusped for a moment he tried to relax in his chair before realising that he was perched like a villain so instead leaned in further with his fingers still flexing and pressing against each other. His eyes narrowed beneath his wizard hat nodding along in support of his baker...

Farzad wasn't sure pins and needles were under the branch of cures that healing could conjure. But then again it had been two years and magic was a constantly evolving mistress. Who was he to deny what magic was capable of in this newfound future? What exciting times they must be. He replied in...

Farzad leaned in closer. He was quite impressed, Pim knew good cop better than he knew bad cop. And admittedly unlike him had something to back up their authority. Legitimacy. Farzad in turn could do little more than listen, though as the constable looked between the two of them, Farzad matched...

A caravan. Well, this wasn't as exciting an option as he wanted but what as about as exciting as he expected it would be, Kiros always did manage to keep his head on a swivel. Somehow always got caught up in something ridiculous though like managing to free a maybe-genie from an old alchemical...

Farzad nodded to Garrod in reply to being a Wizard, "Yeap. Of the highest order." He gave a wink, "The Unemployed type." Followed by a snap of his finger. He then turned to Kiros and with a reply, "Kiros? What are you doing here in this..." He paused looking around at the sand mucking up his...

Farzad sat down. Like a criminal. He turned the seat around with a quick motion so the face of the chair sat flat towards the Constable, and his arms crossed over its height. He lowered his hat just a bit as his legs sprayed out, only marginally uncomfortable. He whispered to Pim a quick...

Farzad let loose a long groan, less so at Pim and more at his predicament. "So many. My entire reservoir of spells and then some. I've got to go out of my way and get inks sorted, then find a Tattoo artist while I get my scrolls prepared. On top of all this I still haven't sourced any good basic...

F r e e d o m The words oozed and bubbled into reality as the jar let out pulsating glugs, rasping air filling the vial as slowly the wispy Djinn turned to a mess of smoke. It rolled out, like tendons stretching out long and wide, figments of shapes forming in the ashen color. And then ashen...

Farzad had little he could do except observe nor add much. He had never had much luck cooking food, often just happy if whatever he made didn't leave him sick the following day so the prospect of hand-crafted pie created only a soft-spoken gurgle in his gut. "That is an opportunity, but I'm...

Well, it seemed he had stumbled into the right question at the quick hand that hid a solemn teardrop. Not quite the energy he expected, but a good sign of a passionate person. He was going to clarify if it was an excellent tear at the very least though their pep gave it away or if they were a...

Farzad dragged his ink-stained pinky along the ridge of his jawline scratching and shuffling at the scarf that had caught itself on his frazzled chin hairs. "Hmmm... Do you do custom orders? Or have anything more sweet than savoury?" Farzad quizzed and queried rapidly. "A tangerine pie? A...

Grrghhhalll His belly rumbled like some famished beast in some lone mountain, echoing and bouncing through each corner of the world and warning of ill portent to come for the creatures beneath... Well. At least that's what he thought. In the past two years as he was surmising it had been...