Recent content by Salogan

For all those I'm writing with, I apologize about not responding to threads. I've had a massive reduction in muse here, likely spurred by numerous real life distractions and the fact that my wife and I are expecting our first born at the end of the month. If I am not critical to the thread...

"A store for books on magic..." He slowly repeated, gaze shifting from the Komodo to a vacant expression. It was, perhaps, the greatest pain of his existence to be so removed from the magical world. It was through his endeavors that he hoped to eventually change such a thing, either through this...

His companions had done well and with a certain level of irony, the one pursued had not been at all involved in the scuffle. By the time Salogan had landed, a good deal of the assailants had been properly slapped around either by the beaut who claims to be a dancer or the captain and his...

"No, you are right..." Simin wasn't disturbing him because Salogan couldn't be disturbed at the time, he was only idly preoccupied. Like scratching at a divot in the wood or tonguing a sore tooth, it was simply a matter of instinct and muscle reflex. A way to pass the time between one moment and...

Salogan smiled as he lifted his gaze from the book, absentmindedly tracing the impression of the quill across the parchment. "You are not disturbing me, Simin." After all, the Komodo had asked for the servers company. At the table, through the City of Elbion; their presence was a part of the...

The idea of this situation frustrated him, though he was careful not to show it. This was a simple matter of investigating a particular individual, entirely unrelated to the matters at hand. Yet here they stood, in a dimly lit alleyway beneath rows of span bridges, being hotly pursued by a...

Salogan rubbed his nose as he sat down, placing the book on the table. Washed in the light of the recently lit candle, his golden eyes peered out from to glance towards the precious few people currently inhabiting the tavern. It was quite a brisk morning, the sort that reminded him of walking...

His original plan was not to drag Simin along, given the likely nature of this trip. He was searching out a guild that dolled out assassinations. If the rumors were true, this form of bounty-taking was not driven by weight of punishment but instead weight of coin offered for the life. It was not...

A compliment and an insult, all in the same breath. While this new comrade was attempting to pay a measure of respect to the merchant, she succeeded in reminding Salogan of why they had to leave the tavern in the first place. Because of his kind. “We can complete our introductions once we are...

His night had been spent, in some regard, toiling over the day that would follow. The Gilded Feather and a man with a golden eye. He had no inclination towards what such a place was, meaning he'd stroll into Elbion with the appearance of a tourist. It wasn't his preference; he looked out of...

Slumber came easy on the whims of brandy and hopeful thoughts for a new day. The sun crept over the eastern horizon, tugging the Komodo's eyes open as he slept soundly on the feather filled mattress. Stretching and placing two feet on the floor, he got up to wash his face and prepare for the...

The door creaked open, revealing the faint light of a candle within the small room. It was hardly more than a closet but Salogan took it for cozy instead of small. The room felt more like a shortened hallway, being narrow and coming to an end at a large window with a wooden crossbeam. With a...

He offered a warm smile in return, coupling his hands at the center of his waist. "Yes. Many people vanish from this world and are thought to be forgotten. Because those who stole them away have money or influence to make it so." His head tilted as he watched Simin fiddling with the goblet...

Interesting observations coupled with even more interesting guesses. He considered himself a healer but more from the twisted perspective of spirituality, a ferry man from the physical to the spiritual. He had stolen weapons before but he had never known the luxury of selling them. Unless this...

Sadness was an appropriate response to the tragic truth of the world. In every way that Salogan could perceive it, it was a matter of grief. His eyes drifted to Simins hand as they inspected it, as if something was there to help explain the circumstance. He thought he spied specks of blood...