Recent content by Lazarus of Minaris

"A'feared? No..." He shook his head as the pipe seemed to wobble before coming to stop against his lips. He puffed and blew smoke out from the side of his mouth. "That requires a modicum of sense. As I'm currently unburdened by such paltry considerations, I find no reason ta abscond from m'usual...

His eyes drifted over in response to the movement, though he did his best to not move his head. Instead, he feigned nonchalance as he patted down his pants and black jacket. Pausing, he sighed and smiled, pulling out a small wooden box. Shaking it, as if practicing some form of ritual, he...

"Fashion a bit o' timba?" The man leaned away from the wall and approached the sentry, en route. "Must have left ma other bits of futtocks in the seabag." His accent was thick, as if he had just recently rolled away from the tar planks and cared little for brushing off the salt-spray. He didn't...

Laz took on a bit more of a somber tone as they moved through the market, keeping a watchful eye on the pickpocks, local crew members, and the various wanderers who were moving a bit closer to their gait. Based on Kailyn's interactions with the various market stalls, her comment regarding the...

He smiled briefly, though he paid her no direct attention regarding the question. Despite their proximity and hold, his attention seemed be elsewhere. Perhaps towards a vendor, perhaps a distant building, or perhaps a thousand yards into the Aberresai Savannah. As they proceeded, Laz spied a...

Portions of the wharf extended out from the main pier, like pinky fingers jutting out for the larger craft to lash onto. The fingers, floating as they were, breathed and moved with the gentle chop of the Baal-Asha. Movement was impressive across the wharf but not entirely unexpected - men of the...

The felt was worn and by the looks of things, the brim had seen better days. The man stood at a few inches taller than the Captain so Lazarus wasn't able to make out the crown. By all regards, it wasn't a hat worthy of his envy. "Swollen seas, ya say? Ain't seen a might of turbulence or...

"Well..." He uttered outright, standing up and stretching one arm. "Far be it for me to speak the truth of it, remove all doubt, eh?" The smirk found itself suddenly burrowed at the corner of his mouth. To the heart of it, she had him pegged wrong. But he was too deeply imbedded in the seafaring...

He smiled at that. Maybe he was rubbing off on her but her sense of phrasing, with a bit of riddle mixed in, jived well with his disposition. Of course, he wasn't entirely surprised that she was capable in otherworldly feats. Amol-Kalit was rife with the supernatural, though it seemed her powers...

He turned to meet her approach with an expression of weary mixed with warmth. He wasn't unhappy for the company. "It had not occurred to me that you were a milliner. Best to keep that below tide 'fore you find every bit of louse crawling up your leg for a new topper." He smirked and looked back...

As it went with all adventures that with were fraught with peril, the night that followed was manned and surveyed by a skeleton crew. It often included those who hadn't been involved in whatever issues may have confronted the ship though it was naturally tended by a senior member of the crew. In...

He didn't recall saying anything about tomorrow night and his face did a poor job at hiding the revelation. He didn't respond to her thank you with anything verbal as that, as far as he was concerned, was answering a question not spoken. Though he didn't shy away from the brush of her hand...

He made no effort to stop her though as her fingers brushed against his skin, lifting the symbol to view, she might notice that it wasn't a tattoo but a scarified branding. As if the branding or cutting had been completed multiple times, like furrowing out a log to leave the impression more...

He stood up abruptly, pushing the ottoman chair into the nearby table and rattling the shaker that had once caught Kailyn's attention. Scouring the shaker with a stern glare, he waited for it to stop rattling before shifting his direction back to Kailyn. "Which answer would you like, luv? Back...

He watched with mild interest as she moved to mirror his sitting arrangement. Shaking his head and smirking, he leaned his head back as if to investigate the beams across the ceiling of the infirmary. As if in the deep cracks and recesses of the swollen beams, therein lied the secrets of the...