“That sounds amazing! I always wondered what the relationship was like between a dryad and their plant.”
”Come on! Let’s go check out the dining room. Maybe they’re serving dinner now.”
*I can’t think of anything more to do with this scene so I’m done unless you have something special you want to do. But great rp! I forgot how much fun taverning can be.*
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
"Mhm, and for my kind, we can live most our lives away from our cactus. We're a bit tougher, I'd say."
"Oo yes that sounds lovely. So many new foods to try I bet!"
*Heh yeah we've kinda hit a wall, it's ok though. And yes, I totally agree. I've been super inactive until fairly recently, it's fun to see what's going on, bring back old characters, make new ones, etc.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Flynn cups his hands and shouts to the crew on the other ship, "May I come aboard to speak with ya! We mean no harm, and we are due some new friends on these hostile waters!" Flynn dusts himself off while waiting for a response.
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Flynn cups his hands and shouts to the crew on the other ship, "May I come aboard to speak with ya! We mean no harm, and we are due some new friends on these hostile waters!" Flynn dusts himself off while waiting for a response.
*Nothic isn't currently here to rp the captain so we'll see how this plays out*
Carmen turns towards them and shrugs her spiny shoulders. "I'm fine with it if you're friendly!"
Hayano stands off to the side halfway in a shadow, silently loosening his dual samurai katanas, just in case.
Dante suddenly wakes up from a nap on deck, hearing the new voice. He opens his cloak and a small wooden table unfolds out from one side, and he starts placing magical glass merchandise from the other side on the table for sale. "And bring yer money! Ahem, uh, if you wanna purchase some of my goods, that is!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Nothic isn't currently here to rp the captain so we'll see how this plays out*
Carmen turns towards them and shrugs her spiny shoulders. "I'm fine with it if you're friendly!"
Hayano stands off to the side halfway in a shadow, silently loosening his dual samurai katanas, just in case.
Dante suddenly wakes up from a nap on deck, hearing the new voice. He opens his cloak and a small wooden table unfolds out from one side, and he starts placing magical glass merchandise from the other side on the table for sale. "And bring yer money! Ahem, uh, if you wanna purchase some of my goods, that is!"
*Sorry, for the confusion. I am cool with roleplaying with your characters, but Flynn is yelling at a different ship from the Bloody Barnacle. Gib is running an encounter currently and I am trying to move it along.*
Flynn is flipping coins into the air and catching them. The coins glint in the light, spinning end over end before descending back into Flynn's waiting hands. With each successful catch, he recites a rhyme.
"Flip a coin into the sky, Catch it quick or let it fly. Heads for luck and tales of gold, Spin the story yet untold."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Flynn is flipping coins into the air and catching them. The coins glint in the light, spinning end over end before descending back into Flynn's waiting hands. With each successful catch, he recites a rhyme.
"Flip a coin into the sky, Catch it quick or let it fly. Heads for luck and tales of gold, Spin the story yet untold."
The Pelican watches the coins spin upward and down. Upward and down. They tumble through his eyes and flash bright in wells of hungry tide. "Quick hands can catch? Does he have quick wits to spin tales?" His harsh salt scratched voice croaks after a long period of silent observance.
The Pelican watches the coins spin upward and down. Upward and down. They tumble through his eyes and flash bright in wells of hungry tide. "Quick hands can catch? Does he have quick wits to spin tales?" His harsh salt scratched voice croaks after a long period of silent observance.
Flynn catches the last coin and glances over at the Pelican with a grin. "Quick hands are only half the game," he replies, his tone as light as the coins he juggles. "Tales are the treasure, spun from threads of fancy and fact. Care to hear one, or would you rather share a story of your own, mate?"
He tossed a coin again, letting it spin and catch the sunlight. Flynn's eyes gleam with mischief, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. "Stories, like coins, are meant to be traded. So what say you, old salt? Got a tale worth a toss?"
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*Nothic isn't currently here to rp the captain so we'll see how this plays out*
Carmen turns towards them and shrugs her spiny shoulders. "I'm fine with it if you're friendly!"
Hayano stands off to the side halfway in a shadow, silently loosening his dual samurai katanas, just in case.
Dante suddenly wakes up from a nap on deck, hearing the new voice. He opens his cloak and a small wooden table unfolds out from one side, and he starts placing magical glass merchandise from the other side on the table for sale. "And bring yer money! Ahem, uh, if you wanna purchase some of my goods, that is!"
*Sorry, for the confusion. I am cool with roleplaying with your characters, but Flynn is yelling at a different ship from the Bloody Barnacle. Gib is running an encounter currently and I am trying to move it along.*
*oOoOO even more interesting. But yes I totally interpreted that wrong XD*
*I'll just see what happens for now, so will my characters*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The Pelican watches the coins spin upward and down. Upward and down. They tumble through his eyes and flash bright in wells of hungry tide. "Quick hands can catch? Does he have quick wits to spin tales?" His harsh salt scratched voice croaks after a long period of silent observance.
Flynn catches the last coin and glances over at the Pelican with a grin. "Quick hands are only half the game," he replies, his tone as light as the coins he juggles. "Tales are the treasure, spun from threads of fancy and fact. Care to hear one, or would you rather share a story of your own, mate?"
He tossed a coin again, letting it spin and catch the sunlight. Flynn's eyes gleam with mischief, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. "Stories, like coins, are meant to be traded. So what say you, old salt? Got a tale worth a toss?"
The large seabird hops from one flat foot to the other and bobs his saggy bill, “My beak is brimming with tales awaiting a telling. I’ll spin one for you for the price of one of your own.”
The large seabird hops from one flat foot to the other and bobs his saggy bill, “My beak is brimming with tales awaiting a telling. I’ll spin one for you for the price of one of your own.”
*Lore Drop! I have been holding onto this story since February when I joined this thread.*
Flynn leaned forward, a glint of adventure and a hint of past pain in his eyes, as he began his tale for the Pelican.
"This one's a bit closer to home," he started, his voice steady yet edged with memory. "I sailed once with a crew called the Scarsails. We were a rugged lot, bound by salt and steel, each scar on our sails a testament to battles fought and won."
He flipped a coin high into the air, catching it deftly as it came back down. "We'd been through storms and skirmishes together, but as it often goes, the sea's no place for trust untested. It was a friend, someone I called a brother, who turned against me. I never saw it coming. One night, after a toast of whiskey—my last, mind you—he made his move."
Flynn paused, a shadow crossing his face at the memory. "I woke to find myself alone, adrift on a makeshift raft. My belongings were tossed beside me, the sea stretching endlessly on all sides. The betrayal was bitter, but the salt air kept me sharp. That raft carried me into the path of a mighty Kraken, a beast that even the sea herself feared."
His eyes danced with the excitement of the memory as he continued, "But fate wasn't done with me yet. The Bloody Barnacle came charging in, its crew fierce and formidable. They felled the Kraken, and there I was, plucked from the jaws of doom by those who would soon become my new family."
He shrugged, a smile creeping back onto his lips. "It's funny how the sea has a way of taking everything away only to give you exactly what you need. And that, feathered friend, is how I found my way to the Bloody Barnacle, and why I haven’t touched whiskey since."
Flynn leaned back, crossing his arms with satisfaction. "Now, let's hear what story you keep hidden beneath those feathers."
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Damian is sitting at one of the table, drinking and looking blindly into the middle distance, his soulless eyes glowing along with his scars, his horns covered in flames.
Sanviento is about to leave after taking some supplies, going to looks farther for a solution to the problem of Damian and his inevitable death.
Damian is sitting at one of the table, drinking and looking blindly into the middle distance, his soulless eyes glowing along with his scars, his horns covered in flames.
Sanviento is about to leave after taking some supplies, going to looks farther for a solution to the problem of Damian and his inevitable death.
Ravyn sidles up next to Damian. “‘Ello sir. You good?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Damian is sitting at one of the table, drinking and looking blindly into the middle distance, his soulless eyes glowing along with his scars, his horns covered in flames.
Ravyn sidles up next to Damian. “‘Ello sir. You good?”
He turns his head to face them, he just looks dead inside “I am going to die in a year, there is nothing I can do to stop it. Tell me if I’m good.”
Damian is sitting at one of the table, drinking and looking blindly into the middle distance, his soulless eyes glowing along with his scars, his horns covered in flames.
Ravyn sidles up next to Damian. “‘Ello sir. You good?”
He turns his head to face them, he just looks dead inside “I am going to die in a year, there is nothing I can do to stop it. Tell me if I’m good.”
“Well I was jus’ tryna be polite. ‘Sides, how was I s’posed to know? I ain’t never met ye ‘fore today. Also that sucks.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Damian is sitting at one of the table, drinking and looking blindly into the middle distance, his soulless eyes glowing along with his scars, his horns covered in flames.
Ravyn sidles up next to Damian. “‘Ello sir. You good?”
He turns his head to face them, he just looks dead inside “I am going to die in a year, there is nothing I can do to stop it. Tell me if I’m good.”
“Well I was jus’ tryna be polite. ‘Sides, how was I s’posed to know? I ain’t never met ye ‘fore today. Also that sucks.”
"You realize we are on a pirate ship right? Polite ain't in the cards." He drinks from the bottle "I'm Damian."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
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"Mhm, and my, say, host cactus loves it too. I don't really know what else to call it, since it's part of me."
"Oh for sure, that sounds like fun!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“That sounds amazing! I always wondered what the relationship was like between a dryad and their plant.”
”Come on! Let’s go check out the dining room. Maybe they’re serving dinner now.”
*I can’t think of anything more to do with this scene so I’m done unless you have something special you want to do. But great rp! I forgot how much fun taverning can be.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
"Mhm, and for my kind, we can live most our lives away from our cactus. We're a bit tougher, I'd say."
"Oo yes that sounds lovely. So many new foods to try I bet!"
*Heh yeah we've kinda hit a wall, it's ok though. And yes, I totally agree. I've been super inactive until fairly recently, it's fun to see what's going on, bring back old characters, make new ones, etc.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Wow! This shot off while I was gone.*
Flynn cups his hands and shouts to the crew on the other ship, "May I come aboard to speak with ya! We mean no harm, and we are due some new friends on these hostile waters!" Flynn dusts himself off while waiting for a response.
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*Nothic isn't currently here to rp the captain so we'll see how this plays out*
Carmen turns towards them and shrugs her spiny shoulders. "I'm fine with it if you're friendly!"
Hayano stands off to the side halfway in a shadow, silently loosening his dual samurai katanas, just in case.
Dante suddenly wakes up from a nap on deck, hearing the new voice. He opens his cloak and a small wooden table unfolds out from one side, and he starts placing magical glass merchandise from the other side on the table for sale. "And bring yer money! Ahem, uh, if you wanna purchase some of my goods, that is!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Sorry, for the confusion. I am cool with roleplaying with your characters, but Flynn is yelling at a different ship from the Bloody Barnacle. Gib is running an encounter currently and I am trying to move it along.*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*Putting the encounter on pause for now until I can learn to run things quickly, lol. It would do more harm then good for the Barnacle's activeness.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Sounds good!*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Flynn is flipping coins into the air and catching them. The coins glint in the light, spinning end over end before descending back into Flynn's waiting hands. With each successful catch, he recites a rhyme.
"Flip a coin into the sky,
Catch it quick or let it fly.
Heads for luck and tales of gold,
Spin the story yet untold."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
The Pelican watches the coins spin upward and down. Upward and down. They tumble through his eyes and flash bright in wells of hungry tide. "Quick hands can catch? Does he have quick wits to spin tales?" His harsh salt scratched voice croaks after a long period of silent observance.
Flynn catches the last coin and glances over at the Pelican with a grin. "Quick hands are only half the game," he replies, his tone as light as the coins he juggles. "Tales are the treasure, spun from threads of fancy and fact. Care to hear one, or would you rather share a story of your own, mate?"
He tossed a coin again, letting it spin and catch the sunlight. Flynn's eyes gleam with mischief, clearly enjoying the playful challenge. "Stories, like coins, are meant to be traded. So what say you, old salt? Got a tale worth a toss?"
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*oOoOO even more interesting. But yes I totally interpreted that wrong XD*
*I'll just see what happens for now, so will my characters*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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The large seabird hops from one flat foot to the other and bobs his saggy bill, “My beak is brimming with tales awaiting a telling. I’ll spin one for you for the price of one of your own.”
*Lore Drop! I have been holding onto this story since February when I joined this thread.*
Flynn leaned forward, a glint of adventure and a hint of past pain in his eyes, as he began his tale for the Pelican.
"This one's a bit closer to home," he started, his voice steady yet edged with memory. "I sailed once with a crew called the Scarsails. We were a rugged lot, bound by salt and steel, each scar on our sails a testament to battles fought and won."
He flipped a coin high into the air, catching it deftly as it came back down. "We'd been through storms and skirmishes together, but as it often goes, the sea's no place for trust untested. It was a friend, someone I called a brother, who turned against me. I never saw it coming. One night, after a toast of whiskey—my last, mind you—he made his move."
Flynn paused, a shadow crossing his face at the memory. "I woke to find myself alone, adrift on a makeshift raft. My belongings were tossed beside me, the sea stretching endlessly on all sides. The betrayal was bitter, but the salt air kept me sharp. That raft carried me into the path of a mighty Kraken, a beast that even the sea herself feared."
His eyes danced with the excitement of the memory as he continued, "But fate wasn't done with me yet. The Bloody Barnacle came charging in, its crew fierce and formidable. They felled the Kraken, and there I was, plucked from the jaws of doom by those who would soon become my new family."
He shrugged, a smile creeping back onto his lips. "It's funny how the sea has a way of taking everything away only to give you exactly what you need. And that, feathered friend, is how I found my way to the Bloody Barnacle, and why I haven’t touched whiskey since."
Flynn leaned back, crossing his arms with satisfaction. "Now, let's hear what story you keep hidden beneath those feathers."
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
*I am camping this weekend, but I will continue the RP with you later, Dark.*
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
Damian is sitting at one of the table, drinking and looking blindly into the middle distance, his soulless eyes glowing along with his scars, his horns covered in flames.
Sanviento is about to leave after taking some supplies, going to looks farther for a solution to the problem of Damian and his inevitable death.
Ravyn sidles up next to Damian. “‘Ello sir. You good?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
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He turns his head to face them, he just looks dead inside “I am going to die in a year, there is nothing I can do to stop it. Tell me if I’m good.”
“Well I was jus’ tryna be polite. ‘Sides, how was I s’posed to know? I ain’t never met ye ‘fore today. Also that sucks.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
"You realize we are on a pirate ship right? Polite ain't in the cards." He drinks from the bottle "I'm Damian."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo