A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
Leo waves his hand, looking up at him. (Bless my short king ;-;) "Dont worry about it. Be right back." he says, walking over to the dwarf.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
She gives a smile at them, putting the cigar away and crushing her own, "If you say so." Her voice is professional, although as tired as she looks "What's up with the ship?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
Leo waves his hand, looking up at him. (Bless my short king ;-;) "Dont worry about it. Be right back." he says, walking over to the dwarf.
(Sam is 5'9)
Sam watches, stars in his eyes at the good deed Leo has blessed him with.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
She gives a smile at them, putting the cigar away and crushing her own, "If you say so." Her voice is professional, although as tired as she looks "What's up with the ship?"
"Paid damn near 50 gold to dock here for the next week.. damn dwarf dock warden said that he never got the payment ahead of time when I sent it out literally a month ahead of time." He huffs dramatically and folds his arms.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
She gives a smile at them, putting the cigar away and crushing her own, "If you say so." Her voice is professional, although as tired as she looks "What's up with the ship?"
"Paid damn near 50 gold to dock here for the next week.. damn dwarf dock warden said that he never got the payment ahead of time when I sent it out literally a month ahead of time." He huffs dramatically and folds his arms.
She raises an eyebrow at his actions, but doesn't say much about it, smiling a little bit "I got a part of the dock you can stay at, long as the boss doesn't mind." She sighs, smoke coming out of her nose, "And get you a free meal too."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*For Wendi's intro.*
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren grits his teeth. "If something gets out of hand, contact me and I'll help. But that's it."
"Sounds good." he says, holding a strawberry just above her mouth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, "If something gets out of hand, you'll likely see it. Did you sustain any injuries, Mr. Dotsk?"
She bites the strawberry, looking up at them happily, "This is going well."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nah. Just a small nick on the cheek." he says
"Yeah, so far so good." he says, with a dorky smile on his face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo waves his hand, looking up at him. (Bless my short king ;-;) "Dont worry about it. Be right back." he says, walking over to the dwarf.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gives a smile at them, putting the cigar away and crushing her own, "If you say so." Her voice is professional, although as tired as she looks "What's up with the ship?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(Sam is 5'9)
Sam watches, stars in his eyes at the good deed Leo has blessed him with.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Leo is 5' even)
Leo talks to the dwarf, pulling his favor
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Paid damn near 50 gold to dock here for the next week.. damn dwarf dock warden said that he never got the payment ahead of time when I sent it out literally a month ahead of time." He huffs dramatically and folds his arms.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods "Good, I should get back to shopping. See you around, I hope."
"I like that smile on your face, it's cute." She puts a warm hand on their face, smiling at them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Sam watches and when Leo comes back, hugs the man like he trying to squeeze the life out of him "Thanks a million and one mate!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"See ya." he says, walking back home.
He blushes a bit more. "I, ah, i like your smile too."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, aint a problem." he says with a squeak.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She raises an eyebrow at his actions, but doesn't say much about it, smiling a little bit "I got a part of the dock you can stay at, long as the boss doesn't mind." She sighs, smoke coming out of her nose, "And get you a free meal too."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(Good end, yay!)
She puts a finger over their lips, "Maybe I should be your girlfriend then, huh?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Yippie!!!*
He blushes a light maroon. "m-maybe."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.