When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
The Pelican pauses briefly in his pursuit of the music box and squawks, "What are you looking at?"
"Um, nothing. Sorry"
"This your music box?"
"I couldn't be sure"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
The Pelican pauses briefly in his pursuit of the music box and squawks, "What are you looking at?"
"Um, nothing. Sorry"
"This your music box?"
"I couldn't be sure"
"It's mine now." He says defensively with his wings spread.
"Oh. Ok"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
The Music box stops moving. It’s still screaming though.
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
The Music box stops moving. It’s still screaming though.
He scoops it up and flaps into the air, circling over the water around the ship with it in his bill.
He looks a bit embarrassed. "I sort of got kicked, or chased, out of my training school for causing a major magical accident, and so me and my companion Dante took to the waves and escaped on my dad's fishing boat. You guys essentially saved us, so I'm trying to maybe return the favor. I might work on the crew for a bit, I'm sure I'd be useful."
Dante smiles softly. "I wanna bring music and light to the people. It just feels right. And I owe so many others for their generosity in taking me in and raising me, in most cases. I know that's all kinda vague and broad, but it's the truth. So, I make and play instruments! Magical ones, of course."
“You’ll learn a lot by workin’ on a ship. The seas a valuable teacher. Ya haven’t fought a battle ‘til you’ve been in a sea fight. Cannons blazin’, seas churnin’, decks covered in wounded men. The fish get fed well. It’s a whole other world from land combat. Ever seen a sharks feedin’ frenzy? It’s like that, ya step into it not knowin’ if you’ll step back out and sometimes ya can’t tell if the enemies yer ripping’ apart are from yer crew or the others.” He looks a little grim.
“Song is a noble art. It is the pouring out of the soul. Do you have a tune you could play now?” asks the Pelican.
Hayano scrunches up his face a little bit. "Yeah. Um. Never been in a naval battle but that sounds nice 'n unpleasant. Sorry you've had to go through that. I'm just some 19 year old, so not much experience."
He gets excited. "That's right, it really is!" Then he thinks for a moment. "I got a chill little tune, lemme play it for ya." He pulls out a ukulele made of deep sea-green glass, seemingly out of nowhere, and starts strumming.
"Well, it's what you'll go through if ya choose this path." He thinks for a minute, "I could offer ya some trainin', if you'd like?"
The Pelican dances happily to the song, flat feet beating out a flompy rhythm. When the song is over he draws his form back together and nods, "What a wonderful tune. You are skilled in your art."
"That, actually, would be great! And I can pay you if you'd like? I don't have much, but I want to show my gratitude."
He grins in satisfaction. "Hey, thanks man." He puts his instrument away, and then turns back. "You mind if I ask where you come from? Who you are?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
The Music box stops moving. It’s still screaming though.
He scoops it up and flaps into the air, circling over the water around the ship with it in his bill.
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?” The music box says along with its screaming.
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
The Music box stops moving. It’s still screaming though.
He scoops it up and flaps into the air, circling over the water around the ship with it in his bill.
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?” The music box says along with its screaming.
The pelican flaps a little off beat in surprise as it swoops over the waves. It wasn't expecting an audible voice. It gargles something unintelligible seeing as how its mouth is full and then it swallows.
You tumble deep into open air. Cold darkness as empty as death envelops you, almost like sunless sea water.
*I have to go for a little while, but I will be back. Also there is no need to worry about your characters safety.*
When the pelican nears the box and touches it, it suddenly phases through the box as if it were an illusion. It starts hopping away.
The Pelican looks surprised. Then it narrows its eyes and hops after it. It snaps its bill at the little handles or button to try to turn the music box on.
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
The Music box stops moving. It’s still screaming though.
He scoops it up and flaps into the air, circling over the water around the ship with it in his bill.
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?” The music box says along with its screaming.
The pelican flaps a little off beat in surprise as it swoops over the waves. It wasn't expecting an audible voice. It gargles something unintelligible seeing as how its mouth is full and then it swallows.
You tumble deep into open air. Cold darkness as empty as death envelops you, almost like sunless sea water.
*I have to go for a little while, but I will be back. Also there is no need to worry about your characters safety.*
The music box, realizing it’s falling, starts to hover In midair to stop its fall.
A tall, well built man clad in armour walks up the gangplank. He has dark brown hair that barely goes past his shoulders. He looks around the ship , wistful.
”Why does the sea always draw me back? Every time I try to walk away, it calls me.”
A man walks towards him,
”Pay the price and you can come o-“ The man tries to say to him before flying backwards. A platinum coin falls from the man’s chest.
”Shut it—I’m monologuing. Shit! Lost my train of thought. Never mind.”
A tall, well built man clad in armour walks up the gangplank. He has dark brown hair that barely goes past his shoulders. He looks around the ship , wistful.
”Why does the sea always draw me back? Every time I try to walk away, it calls me.”
A man walks towards him,
”Pay the price and you can come o-“ The man tries to say to him before flying backwards. A platinum coin falls from the man’s chest.
”Shut it—I’m monologuing. Shit! Lost my train of thought. Never mind.”
Kohirun (figure made of ice clad in coppery “Samus” armor without the helmet) stands up and walks toward the figure. “Well well well, another angsty b:tch to ruin the fun.
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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
May the dice roll ever in your favor
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"This your music box?"
They succeed at doing so. It starts screaming.
"I couldn't be sure"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*waiting for burning saying whether or not they wanna change their mind on the burning hands*
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
"Argh, what a terrible music box." He bats it with his wing to try to turn it off.
He hits the button. It just doesn’t turn off and continues leaping around.
"It's mine now." He says defensively with his wings spread.
"Oh. Ok"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
With a deft lunge, the pelican traps most of it in his bill, pinning it to the ground.
The Music box stops moving. It’s still screaming though.
He scoops it up and flaps into the air, circling over the water around the ship with it in his bill.
"That, actually, would be great! And I can pay you if you'd like? I don't have much, but I want to show my gratitude."
He grins in satisfaction. "Hey, thanks man." He puts his instrument away, and then turns back. "You mind if I ask where you come from? Who you are?"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?” The music box says along with its screaming.
The pelican flaps a little off beat in surprise as it swoops over the waves. It wasn't expecting an audible voice. It gargles something unintelligible seeing as how its mouth is full and then it swallows.
You tumble deep into open air. Cold darkness as empty as death envelops you, almost like sunless sea water.
*I have to go for a little while, but I will be back. Also there is no need to worry about your characters safety.*
The music box, realizing it’s falling, starts to hover In midair to stop its fall.
Kohirun sighs, “Can’t a girl get a little peace and quiet to meditate around here?”
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
*burning hasn't posted for four hours so assuming spells still cast*
Because the cultist is unconscious, the spell succeeds automatically. Damage: 23. If the cultist doesn't die he's awake now.
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
*Sigh*
A tall, well built man clad in armour walks up the gangplank. He has dark brown hair that barely goes past his shoulders. He looks around the ship , wistful.
”Why does the sea always draw me back? Every time I try to walk away, it calls me.”
A man walks towards him,
”Pay the price and you can come o-“ The man tries to say to him before flying backwards. A platinum coin falls from the man’s chest.
”Shut it—I’m monologuing. Shit! Lost my train of thought. Never mind.”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
Now it's Normiah's turn!
Normiah runs after the soon to be fleeing cultist, and throws a harpoon during the pursuit.
9 to hit
11 damage
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
Kohirun (figure made of ice clad in coppery “Samus” armor without the helmet) stands up and walks toward the figure. “Well well well, another angsty b:tch to ruin the fun.
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