yes half infernal quarter elf quarter human its basic math :/ And yes im a demon kinda demon's thing, I guess I can hold back my ... impulses. If i need a punishment Ig i can do labor. i mean wont be that hard.
“I believe you misunderstood me. When you first arrived you said you were half devil, quarter human and quarter elf but later you said ‘yes she was elven beautiful damn shame my father had to ruin her life.’ when you were talking about your mother. Therefore, you changed the story.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
yes half infernal quarter elf quarter human its basic math :/ And yes im a demon kinda demon's thing, I guess I can hold back my ... impulses. If i need a punishment Ig i can do labor. i mean wont be that hard.
The pelican points a wing at you and then gestures at the scummy ground, "Swab the deck and no more out of you!" He commands.
Whats swabbing OOC
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I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
Pluche is baking pies while singing some old songs from his home country. As usual, his voice is deep and cheerful despite the less-than-savory topics of the songs. This one is about an old man who lives with his mentally unwell wife who refuses to let him die out of fear that everyone will leave her. The last verse is the old man consoling his wife as she grieves for him, saying he'll make sure she joins him very soon.
Pelican listens intently to the song. Once finished he rasps, "I've heard many sorrowful sea shanties but that one is among the most twisted I've ever heard. Does any truth lie in the verse?"
"Given the artist, that's the hopeful view of things." He rolls crust over a shell loaded with meat and fruit and begins to crimp the edges with an immaculate silver fork.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
yes half infernal quarter elf quarter human its basic math :/ And yes im a demon kinda demon's thing, I guess I can hold back my ... impulses. If i need a punishment Ig i can do labor. i mean wont be that hard.
The pelican points a wing at you and then gestures at the scummy ground, "Swab the deck and no more out of you!" He commands.
Whats swabbing OOC
*It means to wash the floor.*
"Quick now! There is a mop over there and plenty of water all around us! Look at the dried salt marring the wood and the seaweed is a tripping hazard! You'll earn your respect back through work! Now get to it!" barks Pelican.
“Not yet. Let him present his counter argument. We’re pirates, not savages.”
The Captain exits his quarters as if on cue. “Well, some of us are savages. But I know what you mean.”
He turns to the assembled crowd. He’s wearing leather armor and has acquired a brand-new hat to replace the one torched by Greek Fire.
“There seems to be a substantial bit of drama going on concerning Burdurxa. It’s more than a little concerning, especially considering we have a major fight soon. How are we expected to operate as a team when we can’t even agree on how to fight one lousy cultist?”
He turns to Burdurxa and touches the half-devil’s arm. His fingertip is white-hot. Burdurxa can choose to attempt a Con save, although this will only anger the Captain more. He slowly traces a sigil on Burdurxa’s arm and whispers a few words in an unfamiliar language. “Consider this mark your first warning. Any time you attack another crew member on this ship with intent to maim or kill, the sigil will cause you severe pain until you decide to stop. The sigil will disappear within exactly one moon cycle, which is twenty-five days from now.”
He turns to Pelican. “And please, don’t order your fellow crewmates around. Only I can do that. If everyone could, it’d spoil the fun.”
Pluche is baking pies while singing some old songs from his home country. As usual, his voice is deep and cheerful despite the less-than-savory topics of the songs. This one is about an old man who lives with his mentally unwell wife who refuses to let him die out of fear that everyone will leave her. The last verse is the old man consoling his wife as she grieves for him, saying he'll make sure she joins him very soon.
Pelican listens intently to the song. Once finished he rasps, "I've heard many sorrowful sea shanties but that one is among the most twisted I've ever heard. Does any truth lie in the verse?"
"Given the artist, that's the hopeful view of things." He rolls crust over a shell loaded with meat and fruit and begins to crimp the edges with an immaculate silver fork.
The pelican watches your work through eyes rimmed by wrinkled skin, "Who was this artist? Sounds like life hasn't been kind to them."
Burdurxa tries to stop it at first yelling "i will not be marked like common cattle!" but eventually relents with one warning. "I will not start one fight but if someone on this crew attempts to attack me no matter any mark I will incinerate them" he says incinerate with a snarl on his face his eyes burning with rage and a hurt pride. he walks off to go wash the deck before resting up before to get all his spell slots.
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I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
“Not yet. Let him present his counter argument. We’re pirates, not savages.”
The Captain exits his quarters as if on cue. “Well, some of us are savages. But I know what you mean.”
He turns to the assembled crowd. He’s wearing leather armor and has acquired a brand-new hat to replace the one torched by Greek Fire.
“There seems to be a substantial bit of drama going on concerning Burdurxa. It’s more than a little concerning, especially considering we have a major fight soon. How are we expected to operate as a team when we can’t even agree on how to fight one lousy cultist?”
He turns to Burdurxa and touches the half-devil’s arm. His fingertip is white-hot. Burdurxa can choose to attempt a Con save, although this will only anger the Captain more. He slowly traces a sigil on Burdurxa’s arm and whispers a few words in an unfamiliar language. “Consider this mark your first warning. Any time you attack another crew member on this ship with intent to maim or kill, the sigil will cause you severe pain until you decide to stop. The sigil will disappear within exactly one moon cycle, which is twenty-five days from now.”
He turns to Pelican. “And please, don’t order your fellow crewmates around. Only I can do that. If everyone could, it’d spoil the fun.”
Pluche gives a little nervous bow. "Thank you, captain, sir!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Burdurxa tries to stop it at first yelling "i will not be marked like common cattle!" but eventually relents with one warning. "I will not start one fight but if someone on this crew attempts to attack me no matter any mark I will incinerate them" he says incinerate with a snarl on his face his eyes burning with rage and a hurt pride. he walks off to go wash the deck before resting up before to get all his spell slots.
“Aye, ‘tis a fair condition. Thank you for your cooperation, dear Burdurxa. You’ll make for a worthy ally, if only you learn to control yourself.”
He turns to Pelican. “And please, don’t order your fellow crewmates around. Only I can do that. If everyone could, it’d spoil the fun.”
How does he do it? It defies basic biology! Somehow a wide grin plasters itself across the pelican's bill, "Aye, aye Captain! Just thought it would be fun to see if he would fall for it, and he did!" He spreads his wings and soars away, chuckling to himself.
Pluche is baking pies while singing some old songs from his home country. As usual, his voice is deep and cheerful despite the less-than-savory topics of the songs. This one is about an old man who lives with his mentally unwell wife who refuses to let him die out of fear that everyone will leave her. The last verse is the old man consoling his wife as she grieves for him, saying he'll make sure she joins him very soon.
Pelican listens intently to the song. Once finished he rasps, "I've heard many sorrowful sea shanties but that one is among the most twisted I've ever heard. Does any truth lie in the verse?"
"Given the artist, that's the hopeful view of things." He rolls crust over a shell loaded with meat and fruit and begins to crimp the edges with an immaculate silver fork.
The pelican watches your work through eyes rimmed by wrinkled skin, "Who was this artist? Sounds like life hasn't been kind to them."
"June Brood. She was pretty famous in Greyland. She was a bard of the college of horror, and she helped people acclimate to the hell they live in when they move there. Greyland is known for its science and art scenes, but even the brightest of lights are dark as pitch. She died during the first live performance of this song. She could barely sing anymore without crying, but she was trying to work through her husband's death in her own way. The song stands today as a symbol that the world isn't kind, and we should try to understand what others are going through so we can be kind on God's behalf."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Pluche is baking pies while singing some old songs from his home country. As usual, his voice is deep and cheerful despite the less-than-savory topics of the songs. This one is about an old man who lives with his mentally unwell wife who refuses to let him die out of fear that everyone will leave her. The last verse is the old man consoling his wife as she grieves for him, saying he'll make sure she joins him very soon.
Pelican listens intently to the song. Once finished he rasps, "I've heard many sorrowful sea shanties but that one is among the most twisted I've ever heard. Does any truth lie in the verse?"
"Given the artist, that's the hopeful view of things." He rolls crust over a shell loaded with meat and fruit and begins to crimp the edges with an immaculate silver fork.
The pelican watches your work through eyes rimmed by wrinkled skin, "Who was this artist? Sounds like life hasn't been kind to them."
"June Brood. She was pretty famous in Greyland. She was a bard of the college of horror, and she helped people acclimate to the hell they live in when they move there. Greyland is known for its science and art scenes, but even the brightest of lights are dark as pitch. She died during the first live performance of this song. She could barely sing anymore without crying, but she was trying to work through her husband's death in her own way. The song stands today as a symbol that the world isn't kind, and we should try to understand what others are going through so we can be kind on God's behalf."
"Sorrow drowns more than the ocean ever has." Pelican bows his head.
The god larva is trying to mimic them. They’re using one of their tentacles as a fishing rod.
Mound waves. “Hoi, my seafaring friend! How goes the hunt?”
Hunt? I do not get it. What are you trying to accomplish. I’m trying to understand but I can’t.
“Perhaps not. Surely your underlings must attend to their own well-being? We hunt, and fish — that’s what I’m doing now — to catch other creatures and eat them.”
The god larva is trying to mimic them. They’re using one of their tentacles as a fishing rod.
Mound waves. “Hoi, my seafaring friend! How goes the hunt?”
Hunt? I do not get it. What are you trying to accomplish. I’m trying to understand but I can’t.
“Perhaps not. Surely your underlings must attend to their own well-being? We hunt, and fish — that’s what I’m doing now — to catch other creatures and eat them.”
Ah, you are hunting? That contraption you are using Is foreign to me. My followers use nets and spears. Are you hunting fish? If so, why are you above the water? *
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“I believe you misunderstood me. When you first arrived you said you were half devil, quarter human and quarter elf but later you said ‘yes she was elven beautiful damn shame my father had to ruin her life.’ when you were talking about your mother. Therefore, you changed the story.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Whats swabbing OOC
I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
MY VENOM SYMBIOTE: FFFFUUUUUURRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY
"Given the artist, that's the hopeful view of things." He rolls crust over a shell loaded with meat and fruit and begins to crimp the edges with an immaculate silver fork.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It means to wash the floor.*
"Quick now! There is a mop over there and plenty of water all around us! Look at the dried salt marring the wood and the seaweed is a tripping hazard! You'll earn your respect back through work! Now get to it!" barks Pelican.
The Captain exits his quarters as if on cue. “Well, some of us are savages. But I know what you mean.”
He turns to the assembled crowd. He’s wearing leather armor and has acquired a brand-new hat to replace the one torched by Greek Fire.
“There seems to be a substantial bit of drama going on concerning Burdurxa. It’s more than a little concerning, especially considering we have a major fight soon. How are we expected to operate as a team when we can’t even agree on how to fight one lousy cultist?”
He turns to Burdurxa and touches the half-devil’s arm. His fingertip is white-hot. Burdurxa can choose to attempt a Con save, although this will only anger the Captain more. He slowly traces a sigil on Burdurxa’s arm and whispers a few words in an unfamiliar language. “Consider this mark your first warning. Any time you attack another crew member on this ship with intent to maim or kill, the sigil will cause you severe pain until you decide to stop. The sigil will disappear within exactly one moon cycle, which is twenty-five days from now.”
He turns to Pelican. “And please, don’t order your fellow crewmates around. Only I can do that. If everyone could, it’d spoil the fun.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The pelican watches your work through eyes rimmed by wrinkled skin, "Who was this artist? Sounds like life hasn't been kind to them."
Burdurxa tries to stop it at first yelling "i will not be marked like common cattle!" but eventually relents with one warning. "I will not start one fight but if someone on this crew attempts to attack me no matter any mark I will incinerate them" he says incinerate with a snarl on his face his eyes burning with rage and a hurt pride. he walks off to go wash the deck before resting up before to get all his spell slots.
I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
MY VENOM SYMBIOTE: FFFFUUUUUURRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY
Pluche gives a little nervous bow. "Thank you, captain, sir!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Aye, ‘tis a fair condition. Thank you for your cooperation, dear Burdurxa. You’ll make for a worthy ally, if only you learn to control yourself.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
How does he do it? It defies basic biology! Somehow a wide grin plasters itself across the pelican's bill, "Aye, aye Captain! Just thought it would be fun to see if he would fall for it, and he did!" He spreads his wings and soars away, chuckling to himself.
The Captain, his speech now finished, returns to the wheel.
Mound is fishing.
Alistair is absent. The Captain, distracted by his wounds, hasn’t yet noticed.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"June Brood. She was pretty famous in Greyland. She was a bard of the college of horror, and she helped people acclimate to the hell they live in when they move there. Greyland is known for its science and art scenes, but even the brightest of lights are dark as pitch. She died during the first live performance of this song. She could barely sing anymore without crying, but she was trying to work through her husband's death in her own way. The song stands today as a symbol that the world isn't kind, and we should try to understand what others are going through so we can be kind on God's behalf."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Sorrow drowns more than the ocean ever has." Pelican bows his head.
The god larva is trying to mimic them. They’re using one of their tentacles as a fishing rod.
Burdurxa is resting on a hammock he set up, sipping some whiskey, and staring at his mark in disgust.
I AM HOMICIDE I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF FIRE I AM STRENGTH AND POWER PRAISE LORD JEFF THE EVIL ROOOOOOOMMMBBBAAAAA
I AM PURE HATE! MY NAME IS BURDURXA SHADEMAKER! TREMBLE IN FEAR AT ITS MENTION!!!! PM ME THE WORD TOMATO OR I WILL SLAP YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD!!
MY VENOM SYMBIOTE: FFFFUUUUUURRRRRRRRYYYYYYYY
Mound waves. “Hoi, my seafaring friend! How goes the hunt?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Hunt? I do not get it. What are you trying to accomplish. I’m trying to understand but I can’t.
Sylvi walks over to him.
”whats that mark thing on your wrist?”
“Perhaps not. Surely your underlings must attend to their own well-being? We hunt, and fish — that’s what I’m doing now — to catch other creatures and eat them.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Ah, you are hunting? That contraption you are using Is foreign to me. My followers use nets and spears. Are you hunting fish? If so, why are you above the water? *