Recent content by Thalassran Hargraven

Mogrin made a good point. It is very loud out here with all the wildlife and it was safe to assume it wouldn't be any better in the Wilds. Campania though... interesting and unsettling. His muscles tensed slightly at its mention. All he'd heard of the region was about Gild and its infamous...

The gentle breeze wooshed past his pointy ears— peace. Even if it didn't grant him much clarity, lounging on the wall was peaceful. At least until an irked, grating voice rang out towards him. Lovely... Being left alone was too much to ask for eh? His head spun to the side to see a rather brash...

That was fair enough. Mogrin's confidence definitely left no room for pessimism. Thal though? He'll stay as clear of U'matar as possible— if possible. Surely a beast of that size couldn't sneak up on him... Right? "And you? Where is that map of yours taking you?" The young half-elf considered...

Thal theatrically raised both hands up, letting go of his scepticism with an amused grin. "Fair enough," he quipped. "I wouldn't know how these things work— fighting and the like." Not entirely true, but evident in his lack of weaponry on hand. Save for his puny dagger he could hardly even use...

A gentle breeze brushed past the young half-elf, ruffling his jet-black cloak slightly as he lay conspicuously on a stone wall at the apex of a Y-shaped crossroads. The directions on the sign above him have long been lost to the elements, only a few markings remained providing no insight into...

Thalassran's eyes widened as Mogrin let on the stories he'd heard from the locals. Fifty feet?! Sure, it likely was an exaggeration, but even half of that would be enormous enough to be absolutely terrifying. Not to mention it did gobble up an entire ogre according to Mogrin... That feat in...

Thal listened to Mogrin with the utmost intent to absorb as much of what he said as possible. Maulgar culture seemed fascinating. Such strong kinship was almost unheard of in Alliria, everyone seemed to always fend for themselves. It was all he ever knew; risking one's life to retrieve an...

Mogrin, hmm. A pretty gnarly name he thought. "Thalassran Hargraven, but Thal will do just fine." The boy watched as Mogrin scooted over slightly, revealing the origin of their dinner. "Crocodile, huh? Never tried it before," and he was hardly in any position to be squeamish about it right now...

Speechlessness. It was a particularly rare occurrence for Thalassran. He always seemed to have an opinion or something— absolutely anything to say. The sight of an ogre seemed to be the thing that finally tied his tongue in a knot. Yet, he couldn't complain; he set out to see the world, to have...

Sun falling below the horizon, Thal questioned whether it was wise to break off from the ragtag group of "adventurers" he'd been with ever since leaving Alliria, hoping to explore the rest of the world for himself. Truthfully, the only thing he lost after disappearing without a word was the...