Khy'eras

"...ue'drahc? You think I'm--?" Tazroth's words trailed off as he contemplated. Did she really look at him as a fellow ue'drahc? Her speech was far too blunt - Tazroth was entirely convinced she was telling the truth. The girl he was holding certainly looked to be full-blooded ue'drahc - ...

Finally - the girl made a mistake. It would distract her for only a moment, but that one moment would be enough. Tazroth's movements were like a beast. His foot crashed to the ground as he lunged forward and grabbed hold of her wrists - all her agility would do her no good now. Charging forward, he ...

Tazroth had made a grave error - in his wrath (and arrogance, though he'd hate to admit it) - he'd assumed that the ue'drahc was nothing more than a little girl. The moment she leapt he realised the mistake that he'd made, but it was too late - he was already committed. His fist collided with a larg...

Seven days he'd been chasing the little bastard. Seven days from Fellsgard across half of Tyivr. He knew how to run, Taz couldn't deny it. He'd been sowing false leads, covering his tracks skillfully, and running harder than even Taz had expected - he had to give credit to the dwarf for that. Everyo...

A wicked grin split Taz's face as he moved, catching the tankard in mid-air. He turned to see the elemental ranger as brawlers tried to drop him. Taz stepped around, and hurled the tankard like a missile towards the cluster of dwarves attacking the elemental. "Hey, kid, if we survive, tell me a...

As the elemental began to explain himself, Taz half-listened to him, staring at the ring. He barely even noticed as the turtle on the elemental's back hopped down. "It's alright. I've been here once before, many years ago." Taz looked at the ring, a surprisingly wistful expression in his g...

As expected, his magic trick had worked - Taz watched with a practiced eye as a mug of beer was produced in front of him, followed by the gold coins disappearing - almost in one smooth movement. He'd expected that - the bartenders here were practically magicians when it came to alcohol - but he was ...

Insults

Pyrite! (a dwarven insult - one whom is fake/weak/worthless)

Tazroth didn't really like civilization - too many rules and too much talking. But if there was one civilization that he had to choose as a favorite preference, he'd probably have gone with the dwarves of Domrhask. They could be a dour group of self-righteous pricks, but they would give as well as t...