Recent content by Kazar

Kazar smirked faintly at the comment about keeping bonds, letting it hang in the air without a word and not looking too deeply into it. But his eyes tracked Baise as he spoke again, mentioning the directions. Kazar tilted his head, letting his gaze linger a moment longer than polite, the usual...

Kaz smirked down at him, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement. “Of course you are choosy,” he said, voice low and steady, but teasing nonetheless. “I suppose you’ll want me to stop every so often and ask for directions, too.” He started walking alongside them, long strides eating up...

Kazar gave a slow, deliberate jut of his chin, the barest tilt that spoke volumes in contrast to Baise’s bright, cheery voice. His eyes flicked over to Jude perched on Baise’s shoulders, then to the three ravens that flitted around them, cawing and bobbing like clockwork. Not exactly subtle. Not...

Kaz leaned against the stone wall of the north gate, shoulders squared, arms crossed. His eyes tracked the line of suspected mages being led toward the gallows, each step measured, each movement tight with fear. The crowd’s murmurs rose and fell around him, but he ignored them, unmoving...

Kaz’s brow lifted at the courtier remark, his eyes dropping briefly to his own simple, practical clothing. Nothing fancy, nothing shiny, just enough to keep him clothed and mobile, but was it that bad?! A faint smirk tugged at his lips, though it didn’t reach his jaw, which tightened subtly at...

Kaz let out a low, rumbling laugh that made the mug on the table shake slightly. He leaned back in his chair, his massive frame nearly dwarfing the space around him, and scoffed. “Not a laborer?” he echoed, raising a thick, calloused brow. “And what do I look like, then? Some fancy courtier...

Kaz’s expression softened when the child spoke up first, amusement glinting in his eyes. A quick gaze over to the father implied the man was a bit flustered by the admission. Kaz simply raised his mug as a gesture before taking a sip, making it clear he wasn’t looking to get anyone in trouble...

Shit. Kaz’s eyes flicked up as Baise approached, his gaze lingering briefly on the boy with the stacked bowls. He considered telling them both to fuck off - he’d gotten used to the isolation of his own outcast status and this guy was drawing attention. But they were doing their best, and Kaz...

Baise got his room, but the staring didn’t stop. Kaz leaned back in his chair, his towering form filling the corner of the tavern as he slowly swirled the last dregs of ale in his mug. His gaze flicked over, noting how the newcomer’s presence stirred the room like a stone dropped into still...

Kaz glanced at the bubbling stew pot with a quiet rumble of his stomach, but he wasn’t sure how much of it he could take without looking like a glutton. His hand slowly slid a few coins across the counter, just enough to signal his request. As the worker ladled the stew into his bowl, Kaz...

Kaz sat hunched over in the corner of the dimly lit tavern. He towered over the other patrons but his body was a mixture of grace and raw power, honed through years of survival. A mug of ale, thick with the scent of bitter barley and hops, was gripped tightly in his massive hand, the amber...

The orcs stared suspiciously, but they made no moves after that. Their spears slowly lowered and Kazar visibly relaxed. He hadn’t heard of orcs being ‘reasonable’ so this was all new to him. There was a certain intelligence in their eyes. There was prejudice against orcs just as there was...

Kazar didn’t miss the way she reached up and fiddled with her ear. He blinked a few times at that, “I was joking. I think your ears are nice,” He said, almost too quiet to hear, but of course with those ears she certainly would. He rolled his eyes at the comment about dwarves. Did she think he...

Kazar was oblivious to Fynaurie’s plight, casually striding through the cramped hallway while slightly hunched over. He looked at her as she pressed against him while attempting to look past them both. The sight of her squished up against the side of the tunnel was almost enough to make him...

“What??” He vocalized incredulously when she asked him to let go. However, he knew better than to argue with someone as fiery as her. He promptly released her, watching as her weight did the trick to bring the lever down. Even then, he instinctively reached up and helped her down after the lever...