Recent content by Talorgan

"Oh," went Tal. He smiled, even as he looked slightly sheepish. It was more of a friendly business arrangement, he realised as she explained more. He would have a financial reason to be exploring the wilds. He could document his findings along the way and try to publish his book. Clearly the...

"At least it is an option," Talorgan agreed. Sneaking close to a wild dragon was a good way to end up dead. In the open space you could risk getting close. However, they were fiercely territorial. If you didn't know where their territory was and got close whilst smelling of another dragon your...

He could feel that second drink. It was like a pressure behind his eyes. And a fire at the base of his gut. He swore under his breath. He watched with relief as Nadya simply sipped the third. Whilst he was certain he had to be able to soak up more alcohol than Nadya, he was starting to worry...

"You found a bond with a wild dragon. A blind dragon with healing magic," Talorgan said. "That is some luck. But it is not lucky to go out exploring without fear. That's just.. After what you went through, that is quite impressive." He glanced at her dragon and back at Biersys. Talorgan...

"I see..." went Talorgan. He was clearly thinking the proposition through. "If we drink too much we won't see anything, let alone dragons. So we need to work out how much we can drink before we go past the point of..." "...return." The tribespeople understood the gist of the challenge...

He lifted one hand to his neck. Talorgan ran a finger under his collar, trying to loosen it just a little without making it untidy. He took the offered mask. Tal held it delicately as he turned it around slowly. The light, soft as it was, showed the purity of the glass. He wondered how exciting...

"Humph," he went, but Talorgan was smiling. During their time in the wilds his outward demeanour had been called out. She had seen through it before their adventure had been finished. He led them through a narrow corridor adorned with old portraits. Glass doors opened out into a small...

The tribespeople were still celebrating when they returned. The games were done. Instead there were several fires burning. Talorgan waved towards a large wooden barrel. They brewed their own crude type of vodka. "Drink?" he offered Nadya. One of the people who recognised Tap grabbed spare...

Talorgan hadn't been so unprepared for a fight in his life. It had all been games, learning to fight as the youngest son of a noble family. His first years in the wilds, he had been protected by the forward military forces of Thansis. For years he had known those lands well. He had taken care...

Talorgan didn't want to speak openly in support of the Marked Ones pushing for a bonded dragon. He liked to be a rebellious element within the family, but he didn't want to say something loudly that would see him cut off. "It would be interesting to see exactly who that would upset," he said...

He was being unfair, but he still felt slightly annoyed at himself to be wrong. It would have been fair more satisfying to come to the rescue of a fair and delicate noblewoman. Talorgan was fairly quiet as they picked their way further down the valley. The ground was fairly dry underfoot. Thick...

"Ah well all have things we need to do. Even for friends. My eldest brother has other duties and so I must make a showing for the family. Clearly you have to suffer dance requests whilst trying to gather business." Talorgan released her arm. He spent far more time working on his arms that most...

Talorgan took half a step back and took in her outfit and the pieces of her work she was showing off. It was more than just the mask. It was a rather unique skill. It was a craft that was advancing quickly. "No matter how long I stay, I suppose I can help," Talorgan offered. He slipped his...

"Hmm, a glass maker seems like more of an indoor profession," he replied. Talorgan sounded as if he was bored of her explanation. She did not mount her dragon. That surprises him too. Talorgan wasn't bored, but he refused to give away respect easily and acknowledge an artisan who might have...

Faye Valimir "Very well," he replied. It was hardly a polite reply, but he had worked very hard to cultivate his gruff man-of-the-wilds image. She watched her interaction with her dragon. No matter how brief, you could learn a lot about someone from it. Though perhaps it was only the worst...