'There was no one in the seven seas with more pluck than the great Eleazar Jackson. No one more dashing, no one more brilliant in sword-play, and no one blessed more with the swashbuckling spirit than he! The Great Adventurer, the Swashbuckling Gentleman, the Intrepid King of Hearts, the Man, Myth, Legend! Who assembled the pieces of the God of Earth, presided over the death of Rotchester, and most importantly: co-led the fleet of the Dugongs into glorious battle against the Queen? Twas I, Eleazar Jackson!'
​
- excerpt from 'The Life and Travels of Lazar: Chronicle IV: The Burning Love of a Siren's Call! ~ Varuna of the Moon's Glow ~' (ongoing)
​
---
​
Lazar was a man of fluidity. He fought like the fist of a flowing river, swung his sword like the weight of a million descending raindrops and courted his lovers like a calm ride among the canal-laid waterways of the Adige Province.
​Thus, he was not a man of the cold, frozen lands of Winterland. The biting chill was not like the cold breezes of the sea. It was a slow and invasive cold that got to his bones! How was he to gallivant when the white, icey ground beneath him fell beneath his boots?
However, as it was told in many of his ongoing chronicles, he was saved by the bewitching beauty of a fair maiden. She took him in, provided him warmth in a warm brew of vegetables and seafood, and kept him afloat in her kindness and generosity. Her name was his 'favourite hue of purple', was a phrase heard often in the following nights at Tarlog's Hall.
But aghast he was! When he saw the lovely lady — saviour of his life within this dream — nay! land of nightmares! — talking sweet things and the same pretty lines she used on him to another resident of this icey-cold town!!
'A woman of feisty spirit, the tempest in my heart! Oh my darling Varuna, if only you were here to calm me so...' Lazar would say, as his best friend Cookie stirred his pot of Winterland ingredients with great gusto.
'My apologies dear friend,' Cookie said with genuine (and quite tired) remorse. 'I've got much on my plate this evening, with the-’
'Avast to me! My dear friend. I didn't mean to burden you with my wounds so! To impose on our lifelong bond in such a way, it disgraces me… I'm just cursed! Cursed with the power of a magnificent woman!’ Lazar lets out a hopeless sigh. ‘How can I cope, when I seethe with such envy — nay! Jealousy! What a cruel vice it has on my heart.'
​
With a dashing sweep of his hair, Lazar removed his grief-stricken hand from his forehead and looked back to his friend for advice, only to find Cookie bent down at an oven, waiting for his delicious creation to rise.
​
Drat, he really is busy.
​
The romantic pirate decided to move on. If he could not find solace in conversation, he would find glory in action! He must find the man who stole his darling Indigo's gaze from him. For how joyful can this Winterland be, without a lover to share it with?
—
​
'Yeah, it was really, really, creepy.'
'How old was she even?'​
'Thirties at least. What the hell are people of the future even on? I'm clearly way out of her time-period. Literally,'​
'She did seem embarrassed when she realised. Was funny watching, for me.​’
Lazar eavesdropped as the two young men exited Tarlog's hall.
Aha! He is without her! Without my love! And I've captured this man in a moment of unbecoming! My opportunity to strike, it cometh...
​
The cunning pirate of charm and smarts trailed the two as they made their ways down the town. Beneath the crystal-lit walkways of the Evergreen Path, to the end of the abodes that sit around the Frozen Titan of the Lake, the two eventually parted ways.
'Well, say hi to Petunia for me, I guess. You two have a fun night.'
​The other delivered an uncomfortable, then confident, 'I will,' and made his way home.
​
Now's the time to strike.
​
Lazar drew his blade in the dark, and blessed it with a kiss: the power of his love.
---
'A BEAST!'
'Oh god. Are you kidding me, man.'
'A KRAKEN MANIFEST!'
'You cannot be serious right now.'
'AVAST YE! BACK I SAY!'
A glowing jellyfish emerged, like a strange spirit from the back of the boy.
‘Ooh. I feel confused emotions from this one. But a most dee-lightful fashion sense. Mmhm!’
​
Lazar couldn’t believe his eyes, as the tentacle-clad boy stood in front of him alongside a talking jellyfish.
He was so shocked that he decided to fight.
—
The battle did not last long. Perhaps if he was home among the seas, on the wooden floors of his favourite vessels and among the company of his pirating friends, he would've stood a better chance.
But his spitfire was not in his favour! The snow slipped like ice beneath him as he struggled to sweep beneath the super-powered teen. Curse this icey-wonder!
​One tentacle disarmed him in a second. The other grabbed him by the arm. With all the superhero might of ‘I am not dealing with this right now’, Lazar was launched far, far, far across the sleepy town of Winterland.
​
He awoke the next morning, with a bruised head and an ego more confused than hurt. Most of all, a new fiery passion burned within.
​
---
'The town of Winterland is, once you give it time, a beautiful place. Friends and foes alike dance in merriment. Differences are placed aside, and true joy blossoms. Though, at the heart of it all, is perhaps my greatest nemesis yet! You may have bested me once, boy named Ed, The Kraken of Wintermarsh! But I will have the last laugh. Our battles will be waged against the seas of the sky! We shall meet here, in this place, and wage a fantastic war until I — Lazar the Great! Lazar the Dashing! Lazar the Undefeatable, the Beloved, and the Resilient! — get back at ye!
​
Until then, my great rival. Grow strong, so I may be glorious in your defeat!'
- excerpt from 'The Life and Travels of Lazar: Chronicle V: The Wonderous Voyage in the Icey-Seas ~ Lazar Versus The Kraken!' (ongoing)