Recent content by Mathis Majister Mejeure

Oh, now this should be entertaining to watch. Majister wouldn't go so far as to say that dear Darla was inept at sudden social interactions, no, but by analogy she wasn't the quickest wizard in the College. Add in a dash of pressure from having the fortunes of her peers as well as her own riding...

"Absolutely! Call me Majister, if you would be so kind--and you are so kind, I can tell! Why, it may be the first occasion for our splendid meeting but it won't be last, ha ha! For do good friends not fly as feathers on the same wing? But of course they do!" Majister made a flourish with his...

Off to a somewhat poor start, Majister's interaction with the workaday orc, but see here! The orc may have said one thing, but he relented for whatever reason satisfied him and pointed to the woman Majister sought anyway. A victory by inches served as well as a victory by miles. In the...

Lines. Oh, specifically the line to get inside the city proper. Was it not a marvel of exquisite timing? Indeed! Why, circumstances conspired as such to ensure that a full hour had been spent waiting and inching forward. But it was not all lost time, no no, quite the contrary. While his...

"I ain't gettin my hands cut off," said Hillby, the bumpkin. "Nobody's gettin their hands cut off," said Mack. (Short for McEnany, that one). "Somebody might get their hands cut off," said Padre, always dour. "You'll only get your hands cut off if you're dumb," said Darla, nose-deep in the...

Darla made a motion to say something, but seemed to think better of it. She stowed away her curiosity into some deep compartment in her mind and tried more so to focus on the recompense she was offered, vague wonderings born of unrestrained imagination serving to assuage the loss of the current...

What a promising development. The man Rob actually was offering Majister's sword back to him. Marvelous! Such came with a welcome reduction of the likelihood of being run through today. Ah, but some might ask--perhaps even some of his sterling colleagues gathered around the pile of spoils...

Darla/Jenna, seeing Rob widening his stance, grew visibly nervous. She held up her hands to the level of her chest, open palms to Rob, and said, "H-Hey, I'm..." then she glanced to Majister and said in a low and quick voice, "...this is your foul-up, M--!" "--Maybe so," Majister said, quick to...

Darla perked an eyebrow. "A beneficial deal?" "Absolutely, my dear," said Majister. She eyed Rob and she eyed the sword (Majister's own, as it were) and then looked to Majister. "Alright. What's this have to do with me, then?" "You remember that lockbox you picked out of the pile of spoils...

"Magnificent," Majister said. "Why, I'm here to tell you that I've already conceived of the perfect ploy. Picture this, my good man: I let my wonderful associate stew in the mystery of what could have been for several days, for in truth one's imagination is always more grand than the facts of...

Rob. So it would be then. "Ah, swordless, you say. 'Tis true in the most literal sense of the term and indeed very apropos in that regard. My, mean-spirited in the more figurative sense perhaps, if there was not ample evidence to the contrary! Ha, ha!" Majister kept going along, careful of...

Majister grunted quietly when he was prodded with the weapon. Didn't turn around or look back or drop his hands. Oh, this was the sort of situation no one wished to find themselves in, wasn't it? The jewels of the family dangling exposed, cheeky backside diverting some portion the afternoon...

'Twas a splendid day. Gorgeous, in fact. Why, the sun was out and the Reach was in the beautiful bloom of vibrant green and the blue of the sky and of the stream matched perfectly. And, oh yes, another raid pulled off to perfection. Well, so long as one plays loosely with the strictness of the...

Not quite the square punch to the jaw precipitating the knockout he'd hoped for, now was it. The Ram's Head Dart seemed to cause a great deal more trouble than produce any progress in solving this particular, fleshy problem. Why, now the big bulbous laggard had turned its attention to him. This...

Admittedly. Admittedly...Majister had had his doubts initially. Upon first seeing Aethiri, the simple answer (which was to say, the most reliable correct answer) was that he had been duped by the minder whose help he had commandeered. But Trajan was certainly going to be getting his coin's worth...