Jarthal's making some tracking checks around the clearing to try and see which direction the lizard dudes came in from. Were there more at one time, and these are what's left, or was it just these as a possible scouting party, etc? Also, do the burn pattern on the trees still living seem to indicate...

He let the two bicker over the bodies of the fallen, human and reptilian alike. Jarthal had more pressing concerns, such as the safety of those still living. He slid off the back of his horse, letting it wander further away from the blood that it found so unsettling. Holding his shortbow with an arr...

Like the others, Jarthal had sat at the edge of the blasted clearing that was once a town, attempting to absorb the magnitude of what had been done here. The connection with what had been done to their campsite last night was obvious. His vision swam, and he could feel the rage mounting again, until...

Jarthal breathes rapidly in and out once, producing a sound not unlike an animal snorting. He looks down at the creature touching his arm, counciling him about anger, "No. Never again." He sits quietly through the rest as his shaggy brown horse shifts under the saddle. When the elf asks ab...

As Jarthal sat silently on Theridamas, a choking fury surged through his body. While he gave no obvious physical cue beyond the clenching of fists around reins and bulging muscles around his jaw, the rage was palpable anyone nearby who was sensitive to such things. His eyes remained locked on the ci...

OK, Jarthal's going to get Theridamas saddled and ready as soon as possible, trying to stay out of the light that seems to be dangerous. I dont' know how long that will exactly take, but that's what he's going to do, barring the appearance of any sort of screeching horror.

When the sudden light burst onto the scene, Jarthal was still in the crouch he had taken just after awakening. He had not spoken a word since, had barely even moved except for an idle trailing of his fingers through the rich earth at his feet. He wasn’t ignoring events up till then, he just had noth...

How come we watch gory, violent movies without any problem, and yet wince at actual death?

Because one involves, you know, people actually dying and stuff. Just like watching an alien invasion in a movie theater is different from watching one on the news.

Jarthal finally opened his eyes, and looked briefly around the campsite. The small man was squatting a few feet from him, a short stick clutched in his hands. Jarthal looked at him briefly, his head lightly cocked and eyes in a half squint. Putting his hands on the ground by his side, he pushed hims...

Jarthal was awake the instant the stick first poked him, but gave no immediate sign of his return to consciousness. As a boy, he had heard tales of men so deadly that they snapped into action with the slightest touch; not from his father or mother, of course, but from the old men in the village wher...

Jarthal sat easily in the saddle, Theridamas’ body rolling smoothly underneath him. He had chosen to bring up the rear of their “little” party, for a number of reasons. First, it was the quietest spot, allowing him to ride in relative solitude and quiet (if all the racket his companions made could b...

Jarthal watched the winged creature’s self-righteous outburst with mild interest. He was sure that she meant to cow them all into shame and humility, but her words rolled off him like water from a goose. For starters, she had completely overdone it. The speech was too long, which spread the effect o...

Jarthal looked into the abulatory chest, and all the treasure it contained. An absolute fortune. He understood that perhaps princes and kings dealt with such sums, but he certainly was neither. And, to judge by some of his companions, neither were they. (Though one could never be sure with half-crea...

Jarthal ducked reflexively as he went through the doorway, still operating on habits learned in his father’s small, spare cabin. While not exceptionally tall for a human, his father had decided that a home too large was a waste of space, and thus Jarthal had learned to live in what an outside observ...