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."
“Eh. Ravyn. I’d say it’s a pleasure to be meeting you but I wouldn’t want to lie.”
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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.”
“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."
“Eh. Ravyn. I’d say it’s a pleasure to be meeting you but I wouldn’t want to lie.”
"Once again, we are on a pirate ship, polite ain't in the cards either. That being said, its a pleasure to meet you."
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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.
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."
“Eh. Ravyn. I’d say it’s a pleasure to be meeting you but I wouldn’t want to lie.”
"Once again, we are on a pirate ship, polite ain't in the cards either. That being said, its a pleasure to meet you."
“Would you prefer I slap you across the face?”
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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.”
“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."
“Eh. Ravyn. I’d say it’s a pleasure to be meeting you but I wouldn’t want to lie.”
"Once again, we are on a pirate ship, polite ain't in the cards either. That being said, its a pleasure to meet you."
“Would you prefer I slap you across the face?”
He chuckles "Why don't you go for it? I've got nothing to lose anymore."
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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.
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."
“Eh. Ravyn. I’d say it’s a pleasure to be meeting you but I wouldn’t want to lie.”
"Once again, we are on a pirate ship, polite ain't in the cards either. That being said, its a pleasure to meet you."
“Would you prefer I slap you across the face?”
He chuckles "Why don't you go for it? I've got nothing to lose anymore."
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here like a sad drunkard who only lives for another drink.”
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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
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here like a sad drunkard who only lives for another drink.”
He laughs "You really don't know me. Drinking is what I'm best known for, that and my madness. I'll go help with the other ship eventually."
“Shocking that I don’t know you, really. Especially since I just arrived.”
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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
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here like a sad drunkard who only lives for another drink.”
He laughs "You really don't know me. Drinking is what I'm best known for, that and my madness. I'll go help with the other ship eventually."
“Shocking that I don’t know you, really. Especially since I just arrived.”
"Oh sorry what's your name again? I don't listen to sassy runts when I first meet them."
They smile. “Ravyn.” They give him a little mocking salute. “Glad I could be of service.” Then Ravyn wanders off.
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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
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here like a sad drunkard who only lives for another drink.”
He laughs "You really don't know me. Drinking is what I'm best known for, that and my madness. I'll go help with the other ship eventually."
“Shocking that I don’t know you, really. Especially since I just arrived.”
"Oh sorry what's your name again? I don't listen to sassy runts when I first meet them."
They smile. “Ravyn.” They give him a little mocking salute. “Glad I could be of service.” Then Ravyn wanders off.
"Well Ravyn, I like you, welcome to the Notched Blades." He gives them a mocking salute back and smiles.
“I like you too, but only when you’re not being depressed,” They call back. *what’s the notched blades*
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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
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here like a sad drunkard who only lives for another drink.”
He laughs "You really don't know me. Drinking is what I'm best known for, that and my madness. I'll go help with the other ship eventually."
“Shocking that I don’t know you, really. Especially since I just arrived.”
"Oh sorry what's your name again? I don't listen to sassy runts when I first meet them."
They smile. “Ravyn.” They give him a little mocking salute. “Glad I could be of service.” Then Ravyn wanders off.
"Well Ravyn, I like you, welcome to the Notched Blades." He gives them a mocking salute back and smiles.
“I like you too, but only when you’re not being depressed,” They call back. *what’s the notched blades*
*That's the name of the crew.*
*ok cool*
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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
*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."
The Pelican listens to you tell your tale, his head cocked to the side to fix you in the depths of his wrinkle rimmed eyes.
"That's a tale well told." He croaks when you finish. "I believe I must repay you with one of my own."
"I've witnessed many tales on the seas. I've tasted the tear salt sorrows of drowned sailors, freshly scooped from the waves. Untold histories lie ruined in the depths of the ocean. The sea is hungry for stories and it hoards them jealously." He stops and is quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"My story is of Lorelei, the Cliffsinger. She was married to a sailor man who spent many long months out on the watery expanse. Their love was a strong one, their long periods apart from each other made the time they had together all the more sweeter. "
"Every time they had to part, a terrible fear that this would be the last time she would see her love would come over her. It plagued her every thought and she poured out her sorrow through her singing as she went about her work. Such bitter fears drew the attention of a dark being. A brine witch cloaked herself in pearls and seafoam, disguising herself as a beautiful merqueen. She came to Lorelei and offered her a deal: Lorelei would stand on the cliffs above the sea every day and sing her songs of love for the brine witches pleasure and in return she would bless her husband, keeping him safe from the sea's treachery. Lorelei rejoiced upon hearing the bargain and accepted immediately."
"So she began to throw her voice and love out from the tops of the sea cliffs. The brine witch lurked in the treacherous waves below and used her magics to enchant Lorelei's voice, turning her into an unsuspecting siren. As other sailors passed by the cliffs they would hear the lover's song and it brought to their minds the longings for their own loves back home. Their bewitched hearts would be hooked and drawn in closer to the cliffs where they would be dashed to pieces against the stones hidden beneath the waves."
"All the drowned souls of Lorelei's victims began washing into the kingdom of a Mergod. This angered the Mergod who swam to the cliffs to see who could be killing so many men. When he found Lorelei singing on the cliff, he turned her into a hideous sea monster, a horrific mixture of bird, fish, and woman, so that her appearance would match her unknown actions."
He bobs his bill, "And thus the tragedy of Lorelei ends, or at least my telling of it."
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.
Normiah is resting, reading some books and journaling in his own.
Angler is fishing in his own way, using the lure upon his head to draw in food, while partially submerged by sticking his mouth into the sea. When his head comes up, it's always full of a mixture of fresh fish and salt water.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
“Eh. Ravyn. I’d say it’s a pleasure to be meeting you but I wouldn’t want to lie.”
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
"Once again, we are on a pirate ship, polite ain't in the cards either. That being said, its a pleasure to meet you."
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
“Would you prefer I slap you across the face?”
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
He chuckles "Why don't you go for it? I've got nothing to lose anymore."
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
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting here like a sad drunkard who only lives for another drink.”
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
He laughs "You really don't know me. Drinking is what I'm best known for, that and my madness. I'll go help with the other ship eventually."
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
“Shocking that I don’t know you, really. Especially since I just arrived.”
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
"Oh sorry what's your name again? I don't listen to sassy runts when I first meet them."
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
They smile. “Ravyn.” They give him a little mocking salute. “Glad I could be of service.” Then Ravyn wanders off.
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
"Well Ravyn, I like you, welcome to the Notched Blades." He gives them a mocking salute back and smiles.
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
“I like you too, but only when you’re not being depressed,” They call back. *what’s the notched blades*
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
*That's the name of the crew.*
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
*ok cool*
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
The Pelican listens to you tell your tale, his head cocked to the side to fix you in the depths of his wrinkle rimmed eyes.
"That's a tale well told." He croaks when you finish. "I believe I must repay you with one of my own."
"I've witnessed many tales on the seas. I've tasted the tear salt sorrows of drowned sailors, freshly scooped from the waves. Untold histories lie ruined in the depths of the ocean. The sea is hungry for stories and it hoards them jealously." He stops and is quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"My story is of Lorelei, the Cliffsinger. She was married to a sailor man who spent many long months out on the watery expanse. Their love was a strong one, their long periods apart from each other made the time they had together all the more sweeter. "
"Every time they had to part, a terrible fear that this would be the last time she would see her love would come over her. It plagued her every thought and she poured out her sorrow through her singing as she went about her work. Such bitter fears drew the attention of a dark being. A brine witch cloaked herself in pearls and seafoam, disguising herself as a beautiful merqueen. She came to Lorelei and offered her a deal: Lorelei would stand on the cliffs above the sea every day and sing her songs of love for the brine witches pleasure and in return she would bless her husband, keeping him safe from the sea's treachery. Lorelei rejoiced upon hearing the bargain and accepted immediately."
"So she began to throw her voice and love out from the tops of the sea cliffs. The brine witch lurked in the treacherous waves below and used her magics to enchant Lorelei's voice, turning her into an unsuspecting siren. As other sailors passed by the cliffs they would hear the lover's song and it brought to their minds the longings for their own loves back home. Their bewitched hearts would be hooked and drawn in closer to the cliffs where they would be dashed to pieces against the stones hidden beneath the waves."
"All the drowned souls of Lorelei's victims began washing into the kingdom of a Mergod. This angered the Mergod who swam to the cliffs to see who could be killing so many men. When he found Lorelei singing on the cliff, he turned her into a hideous sea monster, a horrific mixture of bird, fish, and woman, so that her appearance would match her unknown actions."
He bobs his bill, "And thus the tragedy of Lorelei ends, or at least my telling of it."
*Awesome, I just got back from camping myself. Have fun.*
*Boink.*
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
Normiah is resting, reading some books and journaling in his own.
Angler is fishing in his own way, using the lure upon his head to draw in food, while partially submerged by sticking his mouth into the sea. When his head comes up, it's always full of a mixture of fresh fish and salt water.
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
Damian has seemingly stopped being depressed. He is juggling empty bottles, his friend Sanviento leaving in the background, flying back into the sky.
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
He looks up, chuckles, and then continues writing. *I was thinking in his room but we'll say on the deck*
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