Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed as well if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
He tosses them a couple potions of greater healing
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
He tosses them a couple potions of greater healing
They catch each one and attaches then to their belt
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
He tosses them a couple potions of greater healing
They catch each one and attaches then to their belt
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
He tosses them a couple potions of greater healing
They catch each one and attaches then to their belt
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
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Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
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Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
Timber pulls out a pistol and draws their saber (rapier) which glows with a bit of magic "I think I'm good" he says
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Avery unbuckles his sheathed rapier from his belt, setting it against the wall, "I promised myself i wouldn't use this again... but at this point, we don't have much of a choice." He says quietly, perhaps to timber and friend, or perhaps to someone else. He unwraps the cloth around the item, unveiling a immaculate steel trident engraved with the images of waves, shells, and what looks like tentacles. Along the upper part of it's haft, bronze barnacles decorate its surface. Avery lets out a shaky breath as he drops the cloth, one hand wrapped around the trident. He stares at it for a moment, before slinging it into a sheath on his back, one that had seemingly no purpose before this moment. His eyes shine for a couple seconds before he closes them, looking back to the others for a moment, and turning to the chest. He pulls another sheathed blade from the chest, the sheath made from a fine leather with silver ingrains, and with less hesitation and straps it to his belt. He then turns to Timber and Friend, "I think you two should be better armed as well if possible. Let me see what we're working with."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“I have a rapier… haven’t used it for it’s real purpose recently, but I have it”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Do you have other ways of defending yourself beyond that?" He asks, seeming less worried about friend actually fighting, more them being able to defend themselves in one
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“I was in the frontlines before I was a musician” they grab their Violin and bow off their back “these are all I’ll need”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"I'm serious Friend. Pirates won't give you a second chance, and if you're lucky you'll have to deal with one. But if you're unlucky you could be surrounded." Avery says
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
On the hand holding the bow his pinkie twitched, he stepped back, and made a slicing motion with the bow, the pinkie moved back to it’s original position and it seems out of nowhere a rapier blade came out of the tip of the bow
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
avery lets out a suprised chuckles, "Well thats a neat party trick." he says, meaning that as a compliment,
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Thanks, if I could find an enchanter I could properly get mending and fire aspect on it but no one seems to know how to enchant”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Avery just gives a smile, probably not knowing what he means
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Friend smiles awkwardly, they’re great on stage but boy oh boy is that awkward real
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
After a few moments, avery talks again, "So... seems like you'll do fine. I think." He says, still a bit confused, "I um... have some potions if ya want them. COuld be useful for defense."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Yes please, I haven’t been able to find a brewing stand for the life of me”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Avery somewhat understands that statement, rummaging through a different chest, pulling out a couple vials, "So i got health, fire breathing, and a couple others."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
“Health would probably be a good idea” friend nods
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He tosses them a couple potions of greater healing
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
They catch each one and attaches then to their belt
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Alright, now for timber."
*Gtg to bed*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
[[ aight, sweet dreams my dude ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Good morrow!*
Lore is outside. A pair of deer with glowing horns stand behind her, cowering in fear. The roar of an owlbear surrounds her, its not very pleased with her taking its meal. She summons her sickle to her side, its runes etched into the blades glow bright white. Her eyes flick around her as she tries to determine where the growl is coming from.
Her eyes flick over to a section of tree’s that shade the ground and cause the world under their canopies to become dark. She points a finger and hurls a small ball of white light into it only to be greeted by the hungry owlbears eyes burning with rage.
She curses to herself as she starts running, the deer keeping up with her. The owlbear follows, trampling all in its path to get its meal back.
-------------------------------------
Kelipso sits in a hammock suspended over the forest. He has picked two of the tallest trees, both elder pine trees that have grown an extraordinary height, for this little spot of his and he quite likes it. He can see the tavern, the lake, the valley, and the entire forest from this little spot. A rope hangs down from the where he tied it around one of the tree’s, a way to get up and down to his little spot.
Kelipso hums to himself and he basks in the sunlight. It warms his mint-colored skin. He pulls a book from the folds of his cloak and begins to read. The title “Seven days in the Garden of Beelzebub” sticks out from the brown cover, it is written in silver ink.
----------------------------------
Jackson sits in the library. He hasn’t slept a minute since he has returned home. The bags under his eyes are becoming more pronounced because of it.
He lies on the sofa, reading a book on unlocking emotions in people who are desensitized to violence. His jacket sits on the table in front of him along with his hip sheath, dagger still in it, a ton of other books, and a mug of coffee.
One book stands out from the rest of them. It looks like a small, leather bound journal. A quill-like pen with a bottle of silver ink sits beside it. Inside are a lot of notes pertaining to someone he is writing about.
Jack leans back his head and closes his eyes, thinking to himself.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Timber pulls out a pistol and draws their saber (rapier) which glows with a bit of magic "I think I'm good" he says
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