height; 5.10 build; muscular Hair colour; black/dark brown with a purpleish tint Eyes colour; Deep brown with purplish flecks near the pupil Notes; no body hair can be seen, always clean shaven. his skin is totally unscarred or blemished in anyway, for those who know tailor his skin would seem somehow...less pale more healthy looking and there is no indication of any scarring about the ears which look perfectly normal
At a glance; you would note a soft expression and a twinkle in his eye with a hint of mischief and humour. Tailor would usually be seen wearing colourful and expensive looking costumes. An outline of a large shield can be sen under his cloak and a rapier sheathed at his waist. he has recently taken to wearing a pendant depicting three six pointed stars, orange yellow and red. A book is never far from his hand which he can be seen writing in.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2016 11:10:13 GMT -5 by appleseedy
Under A Silverymoon Stay with me under the silvery moon where the satyrs stare with greedy eyes at the lover entwined by the rivers edge and wonder at their lies Stray with in star lit glades when the forest forgets to breathe the thought of nights yet to come and a promise not to leave Lay with me on summer nights where the lilies bloom with echoes to the softly whispered words buried deep in sultry shadows
Betray for me your softest sigh when the world stops in its flight to wait for you in waking dreams in the garden of our delight Display for me a lovers tear where white tipped furies strive from the precipice of ecstasy to the depths we fear to dive Say for me with a single kiss when the wind steals from my lips the dreams i made before i lived that death cannot eclipse
Meditations on Desire Follow your desire but do not led it lead. is it possible to have no desire? When desire sneaks into your heart welcome him with a glad smile. Be true to your desire, let it cleanse you and free you from doubt. Allow the desire of the people you meet to burn brightly, let desire brighten faerun in the darkness.
Bright Water Before the dawn a moment of bliss warm caress on a shimmering night Passions aroused by a sleepy kiss to drown at once in loves sight.
The red of her hair in shadows scape the grey of her eyes so lambent and bright I dreamt we me to plan our escape through swirlling motes of glittering light
A wall of words to speak of lust the lovers dance behind the scene while on the stage a spiteful jest our troubles quelled by loves quisine
All my words drifting on the wind but look they cant be seen As if it mattered that we sinned lovers heart cast in between
The loving dead so quick to curse would turn our thoughts to woe A living kiss will break their worst Sweet as dew soft as shadow
Love decreed a towers bright beacon to guide us home to where Lovers agreed a piece of bright water against the dark to share
The Steam room Fingertips tracing skin tongues slip further in slow strip so begin skinny dip silly grin grind hip pleasures twin
Eyes agleam party dress Waking dream lips confess Warm steam wet caress Taste cream sweet excess Little scream closeness
Apart Your space at my side is a hole in my heart Like the itching inside that whispers apart A lingering taste and the trail of your tips My thoughts laced with the heat of your lips
Shades in my mind make your silhouette Whispers remind of a promised duet Your scent drifting, fading from sight soft words uplifting, softly, softly tonight
Forgotten Fading Forgotten fading in the morning sun Chasing the dream that yearning spun Awake, your scent in the bed we share Your breath on my lips a gentle prayer Skin melded together with languid heat Our bodies entwined in a tangled heap
Forgotten fading her lips seek mine Your crooked smile, morning sunshine Awake, holding the dream in my arms Loves missing beat know no qualms Time rushing past, a mountain stream Lost within the woman of my dreams
Angry Bears I'm not a puppet, loves strings to keep me sure My actions no shackle, your love to keep me pure Love is not a clever deceit you fear to spurn Our souls met in our eyes and my heart did yearn
Ask for forgiveness begging that your smitten Would you hold out a hand forever to be bitten No bodies left in my wake cursing as they burn No doubts left in my mind confounding as i learn
Loves a distant melody that baffles all the sages written and dismembered on every poets pages Love a bond that frees our soul, if lost we are forlorn Loves a subtle mystery between two hearts born
Sail with me Sail from the shore to isles unknown Where the water runs deeper and souls shiver and stir where you and me blur A path in the stars above were shown When the clouds drift away the moon lights our way when our lips say... If you sail with me i am never alone
Sail together to the eye of the storm Cling to the rudder in the driving rain Fighting against cold winds in vain Cling fast to love again My dreams in the clouds shape her form Reach out to touch a binding rope Gentle and light a lovers hope Reach out to grope... If you sail with me i an forever warm
Sail from our isle till we touch the sky Tethered to the rocks far from shore The endless blue and your... Eyes above so pure Your smile my wings teach me to fly Cast your line in perfect trust Catch me love you must Cast out to lust... If you sail with me you i'll never deny
Sail together from dawns mist till dusk Me and you adrift on the waves Sheltered in a warm cave Me and you crave Flotsam of the past, slow drifting husk Dance for the rising sun in bliss Your silhouette against this... Sunset as we kiss If you sail with me, forever on loves cusp
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2016 15:03:55 GMT -5 by appleseedy
five figures dazed and bloodt stumble onto the streets of Suzail seemingly thrown from their feet. Shock and awe upon their faces. Soon their paths take seperate directions. two figures, a female elf and a man stand talking in the market eventually heading towards the north gate. The man a colourfully dressed well built purple haired gallant leads a tiny blue lipped attractive elf, she holds his arm as they move through Suzail talking quietly. Stopping at the shrine of Llira they enter, many hours later the pair are seen leaving the temple. With a hug and a peck on the cheek the elven woman leaves and the man re enters the temple... (6/7/15)
A cry of pain might have been heard from the herb garden behind the regal griffon. a few moments later a bloodstained figure is seen walking into the square carrying a bloodstained wriggling sack, tightly tied shut. The man and some others in the square enter the market. After some time the power of mighty magic being cast might be heard from outside of the market. first to leave is a woman in a white dress who glows, she heads towards the caravans, next a woman in a red dress also towards the caravans. the bloodstained man is next dragged grinning by a red haired woman... (7/7/15)
Past the griffon towards the canal runner. Will she be there tonight? His feet slowed as he approached the cloven hoof, he pushed back his hood gazing towards the inn. Pushing open the door he signalled to the bar keep taking his table hidden behind the screen to the right. Dammed play he mutters, should have cancelled it and gone with her. How bad could a farm and a handful of kids be? Drinks his drink and swallows his food before pushing open the door to his room. He sits at the table pen paused above his book as though ready to write... (18/8/15)
After exchanging a few words with the craftsman in front of the griffon tailor hurried of to the caravans. He met up with the craftsman in the library they have disavowed knowledge of and intention to meet. Many hours passed and after much magical work Tailor hurried oout of the library with a small box in his hands... (14/9/15)
Last Edit: Sept 14, 2015 9:12:33 GMT -5 by appleseedy
damn it hurt to pull of those boots...to cast them aside. i expected to feel empty, i thought i was giving a part of myself away. But like so many things, i was wrong. What i gave away was never mine merely bolted onto me? like an extra leg that forever trips you up, like an extra hand that knocks your spoon from your lips, a voice that bullies and curses you a belly that churns with poison. I gave away nothing and in giving nothing i gained everything. i gained friendship, trust, joy, love and yet when i looked closer i had gained nothing. everything i had was always mine to give. how do you give a smile when your other mouth scowls, a kind word when your voice curses, a helping hand with a clenched fist? (7/7/15)
I stood so long in darkness that the only colour i saw was black and bright white, whatever was in between held no interest. As i walked towards the light i see greys in so many shades, shades that move towards the light and become blinding, shades that move towards darkness and disappear in shadows. Some days i feel lost in moving shadows, shadows that speak to me call out to me ask me for help that i am suddenly unsure if i should give. I am so afraid of the mistakes that will claim me, the traps and snares that will seduce me. Though i walk my path, the path i have chosen still there are those who would walk by my side, those that believe in me. Let my friends give the strength i lack, that some call weakness. And in turn i offer that strength to others. (16/07/15)
*As he cruised upriver from Thuderstone to Arabel*I didn't tell Isabel but she must have guessed...gods will they all be there. Ah my love say yes...you have too. don't know what i'm going to do *he looked down again at the ring in the little wooden box*, i have the ring and so many times i wanted to tell her give her some hint and now that i can finally ask her...i don't know if i can find the words. I'll probably just blurt it out and make a fool of myself. *deep sigh as he watches the ferry port draw near* Well here goes *jumps of the ferry and heads towards the West Gate trying to look his normal confident self*
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2015 13:27:14 GMT -5 by appleseedy
I'm ready...i said with a nervous smile. The -Snick- of the lock echoed as Darren turned and left leaving me in my cell. I wasn't ready, no one is ready to be locked in a cell. I paced restlessly, the few steps from wall to bars and back becoming familiar...I knew she would come but what i didn't know was how it felt to be a prisoner. The tears poured down my cheeks as she turned with heavy steps towards the stairs. Why was i crying? i didn't want her to stay in this dark hole i wanted her to go and sleep and come back when she was ready but the tears wouldn't listen....
All my visitors, i am grateful for each of you, your words, your kindness. So strange to watch you come and go and not to go with you. I am miserable in here, sad. my thoughts turn to the people i love the people i miss. Will she come/ i know she will come. if she didn't come it would be torture and when she leaves it will be torture but to stay is to torture herself...
Be Still I told my head be still be still My heart did rage my head was still I told my love to go to go my love did weep my head let go I told my soul be free be free My soul has gone with you to be
My heart told me be still be still i sit in this cage and wait until My love told me let go let go I shed my tears and let love go My soul told me I'm free I'm free i know that soon with you i'll be
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2016 6:05:05 GMT -5 by appleseedy
Oh those days of pleasure those endless days of pleasure / they flutterby so fast lives are made for living those special days of loving / those days go unsurpassed Don't you hide from sorrow pain and loss don't borrow / days we wish gone past so even as we suffer those days that last forever / let this moment last (while we kiss hello)
Quick and then slow quick and then slow why is it so slow when I feel low Quick and then slow I want to know
Moments pass to never return their lost forever / Anger that felt so true Words we meant to say are losses we can never pay / chances we came to rue Feelings we couldn't show tears we never let flow / the moments seem so few open your eyes and hold each moment as it were gold / time for me and you (when we kiss hello)
Quick and then slow Quick and then slow times ebb and flow where does it go Quick and then slow I'll try to let go
Oh the best days love are the days with you / they seem to last forever I blink away yesterday tomorrow still so far away / soon we'll be together Now your gone I wonder what I squandered all our time for / bars cannot sever Oh the best days love are the days with you / it would take forever (just to kiss hello)
Quick and then slow quick and then slow slips though our fingers why does it go? Quick and then slow I will never know Quick and then slow I want to go slow Quick and then slow
Post by appleseedy on Jul 26, 2016 18:20:55 GMT -5
An Island in the Sea: Getting There
Chasing the children around the docks and around the harbour master while Tari's carefully arranged plans were being carried out. Orichan regarded his charges with a mixture of indulgent benevolence and frivolous mirth. its entirely possible Tari rolled her eyes at some of the more ridiculous stunts. In hindsight allowing himself to be persuaded to climb to a crows nest was a little silly. He didn't mind though, his smile was so broad even his new smiling muscles ached.
The voyage itself was glorious, Ori passed the time by telling tales about the sea and the lands he passed of which he knew virtually nothing, the sailors added in titbits of actual information but his tales never ceased their flow as he wove his stories round the kernels of truth he learned. Glancing across to his red headed wife his heart would skip a beat his smile reappear and he would drive his stories to new heights. There's always one right? and there was, little Fran leaning over the rails trying not to look miserable. Catching Tari's eye he spent some time with the little mite trying to distract her. He knew how busy he would be popping back and forth between Orlumber and Cormyr but he was glad he was here, happiness he though to himself, is being with those you love.
Would they meet the merchant fleets owner? Part of him wanted to watch the kids slack jawed expressions but really let the dragon hide in its human form and let them enjoy their journey and their stay. As the ship settled into its routine and the children found sailors to pester Ori would wander around the ship swapping stories with the sailors. bursts of song and laughter would spring up wherever he was as he toured about the ship. His eyes and his thoughts were never far from the children's teacher.
Later as the sun turned the sky pink and orange he gazed out towards the sunset with a feeling of contentment and happiness, seeing her white dress flapping in the breeze his heart melted his arms around her almost without thought. He would remember her hair burning bright in the sunset for years to come.
They made arrangements each day for brief appearances in Cormyr during the ride ahead. Most of the next day was spent in Immersea at the Thundersword manor hurrying to the temple of Selune to find his lift back to the island...
So there he was in Immersea sitting on the steps of the shrine gazing south towards the festival grounds. He'd wandered idly from Great Gaunt to suzail his thoughts half a world way. He'd met some people he knew, exchanged greetings and excused himself, work his excuse for moving on. Sitting in the warm sunshine watching the sun slowly move across the sky, soon they would be looking for him...
She'd left him by the caravans shushing his questions and worry, he could still see her bright smile fading as she'd spoken the familiar incantation. He'd told her how busy this last day would be, so many things left to do...left undone. His smile slipped off his face as he opened his eyes gazing glumly at the empty space before him. Had Great Gaunt ever seemed so dull and lifeless, the sky so grey? such a busy day, he mouthed the words silently finally trudging towards the town square...
In Suzail the market was idle, everyone hiding from the midday heat. Perhaps they were at lunch with their lovers, perhaps dozing in the shade? She'd be fine he told himself, she could handle anything and what point was there in worry? Smile, be happy enjoy the festival, plan the dance, swing by the temple and Castilla for some pointers. He sat listening to the city, the city offered no comfort. He should have told her the Festival didn't need a poet pretending to be a master of Art. She'd be fine he told himself again.
So here he was in Immersea sitting on the steps of the shrine gazing south towards the festival grounds...
Last Edit: Jul 29, 2016 11:43:46 GMT -5 by appleseedy
he rubbed bleary eyes looking about the now familiar room. The light from the windows still faint and shadowy. Images from his dreams flashed through his minds eye and he sighed softly. Bright red eyes peering balefully through waterfalls that faded from view as he focused on them, nailed shut wooden crates shrieking in torment, ropes that coiled down for the sky to twist snakelike around limbs...
He smiled wearily pushing the dreams away and rolled out of bed. The docks rang with the calls of seagulls cawing in the early morning mists, the calls of the sailors cursing as they loaded crates onto a ship. Tailor strolled confidently down the road, the people here knew the bard and many early risers would call out a greeting. Gerta,s guitars the sign read, he paused for a moment to look at the displays, a little smile pushing the corners of his mouth upward as he read the sign...
Entering the shop he was greeted by the crone like owner who leered and cackled. Pretty boy come back to Gerta? Come come closer look at gertas things pooh yes she has music for her pretty boy.... With an inward shudder and a smile he choose several cheap guitars before heading back towards the school.
The children giggled as he fluffed the chords again, getting the strumming in sync with the buttons on the stem more complicated than it looked. this time was different, his fingers moved as if possessed the children spellbound as the melodies drifted out combing and echoing within the small room. Shadows spread from the guitar reaching out to caress their stunned faces. The lights dimmed lower the shadows taking on shape and form, dancing with each other like tiny figures of smoke in a courty stilted extravagant whirls.
figures started to take shape behind and beyond the walls of the little room the children's faces becoming pale and ghostlike. An orchestra of pipes and bells joining his melody drifting from below his feet, the figures from beyond swayed taking on the faces of a multitude of hags leering. The conductor demanded his attention pointing her baton and waving it dramatocally, drops of blood dripped from his fingers as they sawed at the strings. The conductor leered and moved her baton in unfeasible contortions the musician on the stage opened his mouth in a soundless scream...
He rubbed bleary eyes looking about the now familiar room...
He stirred from his sleep writhing drowsily against the warm body next to his. The dappled spring sunlight drenching he room in soft light though the party closed curtains, the sounds of the great city coming to life drifting through the open window. Squinting at the familiar room with a delighted smile on his face, his eyes sowly closing his smile fading as he drifted back to sleep. Suddenly awake his eyes sprung open, his mind a whirl...spellbound...around...crowned? unbound mmmmm. He carefully disentangled trying not to disturb the sleeper. Gathering a robe, and writing implements he sat on the balcony admiring for a moment the view before bending over his book to write.
Tangled together in a lovers knot my words are yours your words are mine. Standing so close its hard to spot where your hands end and my hands begin.
Tangled together I don't fear death your heart beats in time with mine. Lips so close I cant draw breath am I kissing you? are you kissing me?
Here in your arms I am spellbound Are you holding me? Am I holding you? Here in your arms my love unbound I can't break free I'm not restrained.
Standing so close my eyes I close a lovers knot is not hard to spot. Tangled together when time slows where do I end? where you begin.
The writer left his book and quill on the balcony table and walked back to the warm bed letting his robe slide to the floor as he snuggled close to the warm body beneath the covers... waited patiently for her to awake....
Snippets of a poem heard around Suzail and then near a unseasonably frozen stream near Waymoot.
Each step reminds me wherever I roam coming or going I'm thinking of home Each step reminds me of how I could be chasing my tail alone in the wood *echo* lonely...alone in the wood
I swam in the sea and didn't get wet climbed mountains missing glorious sunsets walked forest trails without time to explore no thought of what I could be looking for *echo* what I could be looking for
Winter or summer whatever the season form pillar to post without any reason Till a moment of stillness opened my eyes one moment of silence banished my lies *echo* a moment with you banished my lies
The wind and leaves in harmony speak echoes of home form the mountains peak Going I'm leaving my heart in your care coming I'm hoping I'm finding you there *echo* I'm hoping I'm finding you there
Now when I'm leaving joy skips along hope holds our hands singing this song Promise speaks softly she doesn't fear If were gone we will return here *echo* If were gone we'll return here
Post by appleseedy on Aug 30, 2017 13:49:35 GMT -5
A couple arrive on the shore of the thunder river, as if from thin air. He opened one eye peeking at the beautiful woman in his arms before grinning. Words are exchanged. Brief words before he lets her slip from his arms his blown kiss taken with her wherever she went, vanishing like the morning mist over the river. He looked around, shouldered his pack and walked into the town belatedly saluting the wandering guards.