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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.

"Ah...cool."

“So how’d you end up here anyhow?”

"I wander."

“Where’d you start wandering from?”

"A place far from here."

“Its name being?”

"Cant remember."

“Huh. What was it like?”

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Phoenix gets up on his own. "Who the hells are you?"

"I am Nicholas Barrett McLauclin. Former First Sergeant aboard the Montgomery." He said, a hand slipping into his pockets as the other gestured to the ship "This is the Santa Valeria.. Best whaling ship in Icewind Dale."

"Ex-navy officer?"

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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.

"Ah...cool."

“So how’d you end up here anyhow?”

"I wander."

“Where’d you start wandering from?”

"A place far from here."

“Its name being?”

"Cant remember."

“Huh. What was it like?”

"A place like this one. Full of magic and such."

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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.

“Hello good sir!” He calls to him.

Nicholas tilts his head and gives a two-finger salute "Ello there."

“Ports in these parts are far and few between. From where did you sail?”

"Icewind Dale.. Doing some hunting out there." He said, corners of his lips turning upwards a bit.

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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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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
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Phoenix gets up on his own. "Who the hells are you?"

"I am Nicholas Barrett McLauclin. Former First Sergeant aboard the Montgomery." He said, a hand slipping into his pockets as the other gestured to the ship "This is the Santa Valeria.. Best whaling ship in Icewind Dale."

"Ex-navy officer?"

He nods and digs something out of his pocket. He hands it to Phoenix. Its a medal with the first sergeant rank on it.

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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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"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.

“Hello good sir!” He calls to him.

Nicholas tilts his head and gives a two-finger salute "Ello there."

“Ports in these parts are far and few between. From where did you sail?”

"Icewind Dale.. Doing some hunting out there." He said, corners of his lips turning upwards a bit.

“What do you hunt?”

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“Any geographical details?”

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Phoenix gets up on his own. "Who the hells are you?"

"I am Nicholas Barrett McLauclin. Former First Sergeant aboard the Montgomery." He said, a hand slipping into his pockets as the other gestured to the ship "This is the Santa Valeria.. Best whaling ship in Icewind Dale."

"Ex-navy officer?"

He nods and digs something out of his pocket. He hands it to Phoenix. Its a medal with the first sergeant rank on it.

"Keep it." Phoenix says with a grimace. "I've got plenty of my own."

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“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

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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.

“Hello good sir!” He calls to him.

Nicholas tilts his head and gives a two-finger salute "Ello there."

“Ports in these parts are far and few between. From where did you sail?”

"Icewind Dale.. Doing some hunting out there." He said, corners of his lips turning upwards a bit.

“What do you hunt?”

"Whales, Sharks, Hydras, Krakens, Dragons."

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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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"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.

“Hello good sir!” He calls to him.

Nicholas tilts his head and gives a two-finger salute "Ello there."

“Ports in these parts are far and few between. From where did you sail?”

"Icewind Dale.. Doing some hunting out there." He said, corners of his lips turning upwards a bit.

“What do you hunt?”

"Whales, Sharks, Hydras, Krakens, Dragons."

“Hm. Sounds like it would make for some fantastical tales.”

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“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

“Ah well where you come from’s not really important. More so where you ended up.”

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Phoenix gets up on his own. "Who the hells are you?"

"I am Nicholas Barrett McLauclin. Former First Sergeant aboard the Montgomery." He said, a hand slipping into his pockets as the other gestured to the ship "This is the Santa Valeria.. Best whaling ship in Icewind Dale."

"Ex-navy officer?"

He nods and digs something out of his pocket. He hands it to Phoenix. Its a medal with the first sergeant rank on it.

"Keep it." Phoenix says with a grimace. "I've got plenty of my own."

"I wasn't planning to give it to you?" He chuckled and put it back in his pocket.

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“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

“Ah well where you come from’s not really important. More so where you ended up.”

"I guess."

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Phoenix gets up on his own. "Who the hells are you?"

"I am Nicholas Barrett McLauclin. Former First Sergeant aboard the Montgomery." He said, a hand slipping into his pockets as the other gestured to the ship "This is the Santa Valeria.. Best whaling ship in Icewind Dale."

"Ex-navy officer?"

He nods and digs something out of his pocket. He hands it to Phoenix. Its a medal with the first sergeant rank on it.

"Keep it." Phoenix says with a grimace. "I've got plenty of my own."

"I wasn't planning to give it to you?" He chuckled and put it back in his pocket.

Phoenix's eyes flash with a spark of anger. "You look like Phillip Graves you know that?"

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“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

“Ah well where you come from’s not really important. More so where you ended up.”

"I guess."

Mauric picks up a snake plant but almost drops it. “Dang thing. I should’ve wrapped these.”

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*theren cut*

“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

“Ah well where you come from’s not really important. More so where you ended up.”

"I guess."

Mauric picks up a snake plant but almost drops it. “Dang thing. I should’ve wrapped these.”

"Want some help?"

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*theren cut*

“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

“Ah well where you come from’s not really important. More so where you ended up.”

"I guess."

Mauric picks up a snake plant but almost drops it. “Dang thing. I should’ve wrapped these.”

"Want some help?"

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks for offering though. I have an excellent grip.”

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*theren cut*

“Any geographical details?”

He shakes his head no.

“Ah well where you come from’s not really important. More so where you ended up.”

"I guess."

Mauric picks up a snake plant but almost drops it. “Dang thing. I should’ve wrapped these.”

"Want some help?"

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks for offering though. I have an excellent grip.”

"You sure?"

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