“Excellent. That will work for me friend.” The man lifts his cup, “To some new friends,” then he gets back to work, selectively grabbing certain crates, but not others and organizing them.
“Excellent. That will work for me friend.” The man lifts his cup, “To some new friends,” then he gets back to work, selectively grabbing certain crates, but not others and organizing them.
He finds himself next to a rather heavyset tiefling with almost draconic-like horns, their uniform marking them as part of the crew. The tiefling gives him a raised eyebrow look. "Do you know where those go?"
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Well, the ones with the blue marks go here mate, those other ones on this side.”
"You do not work here." They comment, looking him up and down, still holding a crate with both hands. "Have you spoken with the captain? If you are in that much need of work, I'm certain she would have an assignment for you."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Ah, these crates are mine.” He smiles, “cap and I worked out free passage for me if I helped the crew.” He puts down a rather heavy one. “Moving these heavy crates is the least I can do, u less you want em.”
They take a step back and put their hands up after setting their crate down. "Apologies. Didn't realize you'd already spoken with her. You're one of those travelers looking to get to Saolam, yes? Not exactly a vacation destination."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
Shortly after what comes of him trying to find a steward he wanders over to Kaos, seemingly disappointed in him. "Well hello again, Kaos."
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
Approaching from behind is a rather tall individual standing at maybe 7-8 ft in height, their uniform pressed and cleaned with a captain's hat, a frown set on their face. Their longer hair is tied back out of their face, ridged with markings like bark on wood almost dryad-like in appearance. "Kaos, was it?" They look him over for a moment. "I've heard several complaints from the crew. You could stand to be more polite."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
8 (Insight.)
He isn't able to spot a steward, though the first mate is pretty obvious, some sort of red haired and metal skinned woman with her arms folded and directing people moving crates. The captain appears to be next to Kaos, speaking to him.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
8 (Insight.)
He isn't able to spot a steward, though the first mate is pretty obvious, some sort of red haired and metal skinned woman with her arms folded and directing people moving crates. The captain appears to be next to Kaos, speaking to him.
He stares to the first mate for a moment, snaping his bird fingers whilst gripping his head as if trying to remember something. *Should I roll for smth to know what they are?*
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
Approaching from behind is a rather tall individual standing at maybe 7-8 ft in height, their uniform pressed and cleaned with a captain's hat, a frown set on their face. Their longer hair is tied back out of their face, ridged with markings like bark on wood almost dryad-like in appearance. "Kaos, was it?" They look him over for a moment. "I've heard several complaints from the crew. You could stand to be more polite."
“I’ve been trying.” Kaos says, staring into the distance. “Is your crew usually this… difficult?”
(Player's note: Collage is for illustration purposes. Vylessa doesn't have a snake.)
A pale lady covered in gaudy purple, from her hair to her dress, sits at a table with elegant posture. She's attempting to attach a gem on a tiara with pliers. Each time she places the gem, she takes out a tiny measuring stick and stands it up straight. She huffs like a horse after checking her work, and starts the cycle again.
Vylessa had been running late to the port- her carriage took a wild ride through the city streets. "Go faster!" she screamed in her driver's ear. "Whoa, slow down! My ring almost fell off! Do you want me to lose it?" she would chastise him a second later. When they finally arrived, the driver promptly left without asking for payment. The trouble that would surely follow wasn't worth a measly few gold pieces in the grand scheme of things. On her way to board the ship, a crewmate bumped into her, staring at the mysterious crystalline horn on her head. Vylessa's tiara fell onto the wood planks, slightly bending one of its gems. She shrieked at him, and treated him with contempt every time he just so happened to pass by.
(Player's note: Collage is for illustration purposes. Vylessa doesn't have a snake.)
A pale lady covered in gaudy purple, from her hair to her dress, sits at a table with elegant posture. She's attempting to attach a gem on a tiara with pliers. Each time she places the gem, she takes out a tiny measuring stick and stands it up straight. She huffs like a horse after checking her work, and starts the cycle again.
Vylessa had been running late to the port- her carriage took a wild ride through the city streets. "Go faster!" she screamed in her driver's ear. "Whoa, slow down! My ring almost fell off! Do you want me to lose it?" she would chastise him a second later. When they finally arrived, the driver promptly left without asking for payment. The trouble that would surely follow wasn't worth a measly few gold pieces in the grand scheme of things. On her way to board the ship, a crewmate bumped into her, staring at the mysterious crystalline horn on her head. Vylessa's tiara fell onto the wood planks, slightly bending one of its gems. She shrieked at him, and treated him with contempt every time he just so happened to pass by.
A figure wearing garments so regal as to hold a royal symbol walks over to the table, a small mix between a saunter, and a strut. His chocker carries an amber coloured gem with a magical glint, flickering with every step. As he gets to the table, he pulls out a chair in the most elegant manner, slow and planned, before sitting down on said chair in a way a noble might. Prince Escavald turns to Vylessa, addressing her with his neck bent in a quizzical manner. "Greetings. Who might you be?"
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Escavald raises his chin and exhales an annoyed breath.
After talking to Kaos, Quick Wing walks towards them
He twists his head, annoyed. "Do we have a problem?"
"Only if you want one"
"I wish not to. It is just that you seem... keenly aware of me. And keenly wary."
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
“Excellent. That will work for me friend.” The man lifts his cup, “To some new friends,” then he gets back to work, selectively grabbing certain crates, but not others and organizing them.
He finds himself next to a rather heavyset tiefling with almost draconic-like horns, their uniform marking them as part of the crew. The tiefling gives him a raised eyebrow look. "Do you know where those go?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Well, the ones with the blue marks go here mate, those other ones on this side.”
"You do not work here." They comment, looking him up and down, still holding a crate with both hands. "Have you spoken with the captain? If you are in that much need of work, I'm certain she would have an assignment for you."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Ah, these crates are mine.” He smiles, “cap and I worked out free passage for me if I helped the crew.” He puts down a rather heavy one. “Moving these heavy crates is the least I can do, u less you want em.”
They take a step back and put their hands up after setting their crate down. "Apologies. Didn't realize you'd already spoken with her. You're one of those travelers looking to get to Saolam, yes? Not exactly a vacation destination."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The prince is watching all that is happening, then swirls his glass, and sighs, going to find any ship steward that might be on this ship.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Roll insight or investigation. It's difficult to discern the exact jobs of the people up and about, mostly due to them all working on the same set of tasks to prepare the ship for docking.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kaos has rudely wandered off. He does seem to be a rather rude person, scoffing at the crew and grunting. He leans against the railing of the ship, cloak billowing in the wind. Seeing him from the back, you can notice his hair is a very dark crimson and tied into a braid.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
18 (Insight.)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(Welp, he is apparently bad with ships.)
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Shortly after what comes of him trying to find a steward he wanders over to Kaos, seemingly disappointed in him. "Well hello again, Kaos."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Approaching from behind is a rather tall individual standing at maybe 7-8 ft in height, their uniform pressed and cleaned with a captain's hat, a frown set on their face. Their longer hair is tied back out of their face, ridged with markings like bark on wood almost dryad-like in appearance. "Kaos, was it?" They look him over for a moment. "I've heard several complaints from the crew. You could stand to be more polite."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He isn't able to spot a steward, though the first mate is pretty obvious, some sort of red haired and metal skinned woman with her arms folded and directing people moving crates. The captain appears to be next to Kaos, speaking to him.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
He stares to the first mate for a moment, snaping his bird fingers whilst gripping his head as if trying to remember something. *Should I roll for smth to know what they are?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“I’ve been trying.” Kaos says, staring into the distance. “Is your crew usually this… difficult?”
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
(Player's note: Collage is for illustration purposes. Vylessa doesn't have a snake.)
A pale lady covered in gaudy purple, from her hair to her dress, sits at a table with elegant posture. She's attempting to attach a gem on a tiara with pliers. Each time she places the gem, she takes out a tiny measuring stick and stands it up straight. She huffs like a horse after checking her work, and starts the cycle again.
Vylessa had been running late to the port- her carriage took a wild ride through the city streets. "Go faster!" she screamed in her driver's ear. "Whoa, slow down! My ring almost fell off! Do you want me to lose it?" she would chastise him a second later. When they finally arrived, the driver promptly left without asking for payment. The trouble that would surely follow wasn't worth a measly few gold pieces in the grand scheme of things. On her way to board the ship, a crewmate bumped into her, staring at the mysterious crystalline horn on her head. Vylessa's tiara fell onto the wood planks, slightly bending one of its gems. She shrieked at him, and treated him with contempt every time he just so happened to pass by.
A figure wearing garments so regal as to hold a royal symbol walks over to the table, a small mix between a saunter, and a strut. His chocker carries an amber coloured gem with a magical glint, flickering with every step. As he gets to the table, he pulls out a chair in the most elegant manner, slow and planned, before sitting down on said chair in a way a noble might. Prince Escavald turns to Vylessa, addressing her with his neck bent in a quizzical manner. "Greetings. Who might you be?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Wary is a good way of calling it"
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"I suppose it could be. It just seems you could've been-" He kinda stretched his hand in the air, flopping it around in a somehow graceful way, the sharp talons causing the air to have a whirring sound. "-One of them."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.