Lord's Rest Inn

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*morning y'all*

Theren is inside grumbling miserably about the rain.

Phoenix is in his room laying on his bed.

Ban is on the roof enjoying the smell and sound of the rain.

Deep in the forest the Empire lays defeated, except for one trooper. His armor is cracked and caked in mud. A heavy blaster rifle is on his back as he trudges through the debris of the battle.

 *anyone wanna rp with these guys?*

Mauric is reorganizing his potted plants, which he keeps on the roof.

 Ban looks over, smoking a cigarette.

He looks back. “Hey pal, whatcha doing up here?”

 "Enjoying the rain."

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"Our Flag stands for us alone."

Nicholas was clinging tightly to the rope that was attached to the majestic sails on the main mast of the ship, his gloved hands feeling the rough texture of the rope as he braced himself against the icy winds. He felt grateful for the advice of his first mate, Matias, who had urged him to wear a balaclava to protect himself from the freezing weather. The icy conditions were treacherous and could easily penetrate through his thick layers of leather and armor, leaving him and his crew vulnerable to the dangers of the rough ocean waters.

For days and nights, they had been relentlessly pursuing a massive whale, their ship cutting through the icy waters with tenacity and determination. Sleep had been a luxury that was hard to come by, as the daylight hours were scarce in the region. They had to proceed with caution, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of sharp icebergs that could easily slice through the stern of the ship and send them all plummeting into the frigid ocean depths.

"Captain, we're approaching a solid mass of ice. It looks like it could sustain us for a bit," Johnson yelled from the crow's nest. The captain looked up and quickly located Johnson thanks to the lantern he was holding. He nodded and replied, "Roger that. Thank you," before turning his attention back to the ship's course.

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As the ship named 'Santa Valeria' entered the harbor, it was clear that it had seen better days. The faded white paint on its side revealed the ship's long and arduous journey, with numerous scars and dents that spoke of battles fought and won.

The ship was made of thick planks of dark wood that had weathered many storms, and its fraying sails hinted at the dangers it had faced at sea. Despite its battered appearance, the crew of the ship moved with a precision that spoke of their experience and skill.

As the anchor lowered into the water, the crew sprang into action, each person taking on their designated tasks with ease.

A man, dressed in thick leathers and with a breastplate over his chest, made his way down the plank. Removing his balaclava, he revealed short dirty-blonde hair. The man's fair skin was marred by scars that spoke of battles fought and won. His bright grey eyes shone with determination and a hint of weariness, as if he had just emerged from a long and difficult journey. Despite the rain pouring down, the man's clothing remained dry, as if he was immune to the elements. He wore a single stud earring in his right ear that was made from some sort of bone. He helped his crew secure the ship to the dock, his movements precise and well-coordinated. In his hand, he carried a trident made from dark steel that was intricately carved with motifs of icebergs and whales.

As the ship finally settled into place, a sense of adventure and danger hung in the air. The scene was one of triumph over adversity, with the ship and its crew appearing as if they had just emerged from a fierce battle with the elements.

 Phoenix eyes the boat and the man wearily.

 Phoenix notices this man looks like Philip Graves a lot, to the point where the only difference is the eyes. Nicholas looks over to Phoenix, brow raised as he questions internally why he is watching them.

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*morning y'all*

Theren is inside grumbling miserably about the rain.

Phoenix is in his room laying on his bed.

Ban is on the roof enjoying the smell and sound of the rain.

Deep in the forest the Empire lays defeated, except for one trooper. His armor is cracked and caked in mud. A heavy blaster rifle is on his back as he trudges through the debris of the battle.

 *anyone wanna rp with these guys?*

Mauric is reorganizing his potted plants, which he keeps on the roof.

 Ban looks over, smoking a cigarette.

He looks back. “Hey pal, whatcha doing up here?”

 "Enjoying the rain."

“That’s nice. I gotta take some of these guys in so they don’t get waterlogged.” He gestures to the plants.

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"Our Flag stands for us alone."

Nicholas was clinging tightly to the rope that was attached to the majestic sails on the main mast of the ship, his gloved hands feeling the rough texture of the rope as he braced himself against the icy winds. He felt grateful for the advice of his first mate, Matias, who had urged him to wear a balaclava to protect himself from the freezing weather. The icy conditions were treacherous and could easily penetrate through his thick layers of leather and armor, leaving him and his crew vulnerable to the dangers of the rough ocean waters.

For days and nights, they had been relentlessly pursuing a massive whale, their ship cutting through the icy waters with tenacity and determination. Sleep had been a luxury that was hard to come by, as the daylight hours were scarce in the region. They had to proceed with caution, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of sharp icebergs that could easily slice through the stern of the ship and send them all plummeting into the frigid ocean depths.

"Captain, we're approaching a solid mass of ice. It looks like it could sustain us for a bit," Johnson yelled from the crow's nest. The captain looked up and quickly located Johnson thanks to the lantern he was holding. He nodded and replied, "Roger that. Thank you," before turning his attention back to the ship's course.

---

 

 

As the ship named 'Santa Valeria' entered the harbor, it was clear that it had seen better days. The faded white paint on its side revealed the ship's long and arduous journey, with numerous scars and dents that spoke of battles fought and won.

The ship was made of thick planks of dark wood that had weathered many storms, and its fraying sails hinted at the dangers it had faced at sea. Despite its battered appearance, the crew of the ship moved with a precision that spoke of their experience and skill.

As the anchor lowered into the water, the crew sprang into action, each person taking on their designated tasks with ease.

A man, dressed in thick leathers and with a breastplate over his chest, made his way down the plank. Removing his balaclava, he revealed short dirty-blonde hair. The man's fair skin was marred by scars that spoke of battles fought and won. His bright grey eyes shone with determination and a hint of weariness, as if he had just emerged from a long and difficult journey. Despite the rain pouring down, the man's clothing remained dry, as if he was immune to the elements. He wore a single stud earring in his right ear that was made from some sort of bone. He helped his crew secure the ship to the dock, his movements precise and well-coordinated. In his hand, he carried a trident made from dark steel that was intricately carved with motifs of icebergs and whales.

As the ship finally settled into place, a sense of adventure and danger hung in the air. The scene was one of triumph over adversity, with the ship and its crew appearing as if they had just emerged from a fierce battle with the elements.

Thirteen examines the boat from a distance, marking something down.

 Nicholas looks over, brow raised.

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"Our Flag stands for us alone."

Nicholas was clinging tightly to the rope that was attached to the majestic sails on the main mast of the ship, his gloved hands feeling the rough texture of the rope as he braced himself against the icy winds. He felt grateful for the advice of his first mate, Matias, who had urged him to wear a balaclava to protect himself from the freezing weather. The icy conditions were treacherous and could easily penetrate through his thick layers of leather and armor, leaving him and his crew vulnerable to the dangers of the rough ocean waters.

For days and nights, they had been relentlessly pursuing a massive whale, their ship cutting through the icy waters with tenacity and determination. Sleep had been a luxury that was hard to come by, as the daylight hours were scarce in the region. They had to proceed with caution, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of sharp icebergs that could easily slice through the stern of the ship and send them all plummeting into the frigid ocean depths.

"Captain, we're approaching a solid mass of ice. It looks like it could sustain us for a bit," Johnson yelled from the crow's nest. The captain looked up and quickly located Johnson thanks to the lantern he was holding. He nodded and replied, "Roger that. Thank you," before turning his attention back to the ship's course.

---

 

 

As the ship named 'Santa Valeria' entered the harbor, it was clear that it had seen better days. The faded white paint on its side revealed the ship's long and arduous journey, with numerous scars and dents that spoke of battles fought and won.

The ship was made of thick planks of dark wood that had weathered many storms, and its fraying sails hinted at the dangers it had faced at sea. Despite its battered appearance, the crew of the ship moved with a precision that spoke of their experience and skill.

As the anchor lowered into the water, the crew sprang into action, each person taking on their designated tasks with ease.

A man, dressed in thick leathers and with a breastplate over his chest, made his way down the plank. Removing his balaclava, he revealed short dirty-blonde hair. The man's fair skin was marred by scars that spoke of battles fought and won. His bright grey eyes shone with determination and a hint of weariness, as if he had just emerged from a long and difficult journey. Despite the rain pouring down, the man's clothing remained dry, as if he was immune to the elements. He wore a single stud earring in his right ear that was made from some sort of bone. He helped his crew secure the ship to the dock, his movements precise and well-coordinated. In his hand, he carried a trident made from dark steel that was intricately carved with motifs of icebergs and whales.

As the ship finally settled into place, a sense of adventure and danger hung in the air. The scene was one of triumph over adversity, with the ship and its crew appearing as if they had just emerged from a fierce battle with the elements.

 Phoenix eyes the boat and the man wearily.

 Phoenix notices this man looks like Philip Graves a lot, to the point where the only difference is the eyes. Nicholas looks over to Phoenix, brow raised as he questions internally why he is watching them.

 Phoenixs hands are shaking violently as he stumbles backwards.

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*morning y'all*

Theren is inside grumbling miserably about the rain.

Phoenix is in his room laying on his bed.

Ban is on the roof enjoying the smell and sound of the rain.

Deep in the forest the Empire lays defeated, except for one trooper. His armor is cracked and caked in mud. A heavy blaster rifle is on his back as he trudges through the debris of the battle.

 *anyone wanna rp with these guys?*

Mauric is reorganizing his potted plants, which he keeps on the roof.

 Ban looks over, smoking a cigarette.

He looks back. “Hey pal, whatcha doing up here?”

 "Enjoying the rain."

“That’s nice. I gotta take some of these guys in so they don’t get waterlogged.” He gestures to the plants.