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#56093 Apr 3, 2024
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*good morning everyone, i just ate an english muffin and that’s the highest joy i’ve felt in a while*

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*cut*

Thirteen enters his room (the Prince cannot enter without permission). A few seconds later, he re-emerges, holding a massive burlap sack and Caramel the undead cat.

”Let’s go.”

“Alright.” The Prince leads them outside into the forest and starts drawing several ancient sigils into the air, including the Yellow sign. They then draw a circle around the both of them in the dirt.

The earth shakes as out of the ground comes a ghastly ship, some sort of spelljammer. As the dust and earth falls off of it its shape is revealed. It appears to be a Damselfly ship, but its various shades of yellow, orange, and brown and its wings are inscribed with the yellow sign. The glass windows are a beautiful shade of orange and the wood is a dark brown. Inscribed on one of the ship’s leg is its name: the Hyade.

“I would simply travel there with my own powers, but bringing you along would mean you would be exposed to my true face, which could possibly debilitate you or even kill you. So instead here is the ship I use when with passengers. It is faster than any other normal spelljammer.”

“Wow. This is much nicer than the sheared silo I used to pilot.” Thirteen clambers into the ship and affixes the Bijoux to the helm.

The helm appears to be a bejeweled throne, yellow of course.

“Benefit of being the prince of a highly magical nation. The Hyade is one of a kind.”

“It’s marvelous.” Thirteen makes a sweeping bow, gesturing to the helm. “The stars await.”

”indeed they do… but first…” the Prince shifts its form, its robes swirling and shifting until it turns into the shape of a teenage human with dark skin, curly brown hair, and bright yellow eyes. They wear a bright yellow turtleneck sweater and blue jeans, with brown boots.

“I am going to stay in this form for as long as we’re at or near Carcosa, so get used to it. The main reason why is so you don’t get confused because most of the creatures there look very, very similar to my regular form and eachother. So yeah, uh. This is my human form!” They say in a much lighter, almost feminine voice. (they aren’t any specific gender tho)

“Okay.” Thirteen casts around for something to say, thinking it would be weird to compliment them. “…I was a human for about forty minutes once. They have odd arrangement compared to elves, and I could feel my organs being offset by 2 and 4.1 centimeters. It wasn’t comfortable…”

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*good morning everyone, i just ate an english muffin and that’s the highest joy i’ve felt in a while*

*I've been trying to learn Spanish and ASL. I have had no sleep.*

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*good morning everyone, i just ate an english muffin and that’s the highest joy i’ve felt in a while*

*I've been trying to learn Spanish and ASL. I have had no sleep.*

*dang that’s awesome. knowing ASL is super useful. well not the sleep-deprivedness.*

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*good morning everyone, i just ate an english muffin and that’s the highest joy i’ve felt in a while*

*I've been trying to learn Spanish and ASL. I have had no sleep.*

*dang that’s awesome. knowing ASL is super useful. well not the sleep-deprivedness.*

*I know a bit but not enough to form full sentences. But the whole reason I'm learning Spanish is because COD likes to make me simp over hot Mexican men.*

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

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*sadly i must go, will be back in like two hours

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

"Ah alright then." he then notices his cropped ears. "What...what happened to your ears?"

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

"Ah alright then." he then notices his cropped ears. "What...what happened to your ears?"

"Hm? Oh. Nothing bad." he brightly grins (Deception/Persuasion: 14)

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

"Ah alright then." he then notices his cropped ears. "What...what happened to your ears?"

"Hm? Oh. Nothing bad." he brightly grins (Deception/Persuasion: 17)

Insight: 27 "Your not lying to me are you?"

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

"Ah alright then." he then notices his cropped ears. "What...what happened to your ears?"

"Hm? Oh. Nothing bad." he brightly grins (Deception/Persuasion: 17)

Insight: 23 "Your not lying to me are you?"

Oh, he definitely is. He chuckles nervously "Maybe.. A bit." He said and scratched the back of his neck.

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

"Ah alright then." he then notices his cropped ears. "What...what happened to your ears?"

"Hm? Oh. Nothing bad." he brightly grins (Deception/Persuasion: 17)

Insight: 23 "Your not lying to me are you?"

Oh, he definitely is. He chuckles nervously "Maybe.. A bit." He said and scratched the back of his neck.

Nicks eyes show sympathy as he takes their hands. "Tell me. It's ok to open up."

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*gooooood morning!*

Theren is tending to a garden of exotic flowers and herbs.

Phoenix is repairing an old jeep.

Bird King is talking to his birds as he strolls through the woods.

-trying my new intro again-

A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.

*Making a boyo, I'll interact in a moment.*

*Oki*

A young man, around his mid-twenties, steps off a boat that has pulled into the harbor. His emerald green eyes glitter like bright jewels as he looks around. He appears to be a half-elf of sorts, but his ears have been cropped, a sign of an outcast amongst his own people. His hair and beard are the color of bright copper. His skin is the color of almonds. He wears a jacket that seems too big for him, and a black cow-neck sweater underneath. He fixes his silver-framed glasses that sit at the bridge of his nose, heaving his bag over his shoulder quietly.

As he steadied himself after the turbulent journey, he couldn't help but let out a quiet murmur about the challenging ride. Taking in his surroundings, he approached a man with a warm, gentle smile. "Excuse me," he said with his distinct Irish accent. "Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest tavern?"

He smiles back. "why I'm headed there myself, so sure, i'll walk with you there."

He beams and nods "Many thanks my friend, I wouldn't know where north was without help." He jokes.

"It's no worries!" he says, smiling back. "Need any help with your luggage?"

He shakes his head "This light compared to how I normally pack." He laughs.

"Ah alright then." he then notices his cropped ears. "What...what happened to your ears?"

"Hm? Oh. Nothing bad." he brightly grins (Deception/Persuasion: 17)

Insight: 23 "Your not lying to me are you?"

Oh, he definitely is. He chuckles nervously "Maybe.. A bit." He said and scratched the back of his neck.

Nicks eyes show sympathy as he takes their hands. "Tell me. It's ok to open up."

He pulls away quickly, wincing a bit at the touch. "I.. really don't want to."

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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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