A large, horned man in a long coat and wide-brimmed hat, both black with silver accents, walks up to the ship. He holds out a hand containing 8 gold. Under his other arm is a small crate. His skin is pure white, and his eyes are black with silver irises. He looks almost like all color has been drained out of him. "Anywhere but here. You'd think with the world shifting so often they'd come up with some new drinks at some point."
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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.
Mound, a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral, hurries to greet him. “That may be true, but we have such a variety of drinks! It may not be new, but I guarantee you haven’t tried Brinebrew before.”
Mound, a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral, hurries to greet him. “That may be true, but we have such a variety of drinks! It may not be new, but I guarantee you haven’t tried Brinebrew before.”
The monochrome monster nods. "Honestly, it's not the drinks that frustrate me most. I can handle bad liquor. The hard part is handling the stagnation of the arts. Just seeing you has brightened my day and restored my hope, truly. You are quite the beautiful specimen, to be upfront about it. My name is Mr. Black, sometimes called High Critic Hieronymus. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
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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.
Mound, a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral, hurries to greet him. “That may be true, but we have such a variety of drinks! It may not be new, but I guarantee you haven’t tried Brinebrew before.”
The monochrome monster nods. "Honestly, it's not the drinks that frustrate me most. I can handle bad liquor. The hard part is handling the stagnation of the arts. Just seeing you has brightened my day and restored my hope, truly. You are quite the beautiful specimen, to be upfront about it. My name is Mr. Black, sometimes called High Critic Hieronymus. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Mound seems pleased. “Aye, you as well. I’m not unique by any means, but I appreciate your words nonetheless.“
Mound, a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral, hurries to greet him. “That may be true, but we have such a variety of drinks! It may not be new, but I guarantee you haven’t tried Brinebrew before.”
The monochrome monster nods. "Honestly, it's not the drinks that frustrate me most. I can handle bad liquor. The hard part is handling the stagnation of the arts. Just seeing you has brightened my day and restored my hope, truly. You are quite the beautiful specimen, to be upfront about it. My name is Mr. Black, sometimes called High Critic Hieronymus. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Mound seems pleased. “Aye, you as well. I’m not unique by any means, but I appreciate your words nonetheless.“
"Oh, but you are unique. You have a sort of... I don't want to say 'windswept,' but it fits better than most descriptors. You have a lightly disheveled appearance with just enough deliberate care to make it look attractive if unintentional. A natural beauty, really. So many models of your kind have decided a slim, monochrome look is more attractive, and the look is... sickening to me. They would nearly kill themselves just to fit some standard of beauty that was imaginary in the first place. You, however, let your rugged, piratical charm shine like a perfect pearl."
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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.
Mound, a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral, hurries to greet him. “That may be true, but we have such a variety of drinks! It may not be new, but I guarantee you haven’t tried Brinebrew before.”
The monochrome monster nods. "Honestly, it's not the drinks that frustrate me most. I can handle bad liquor. The hard part is handling the stagnation of the arts. Just seeing you has brightened my day and restored my hope, truly. You are quite the beautiful specimen, to be upfront about it. My name is Mr. Black, sometimes called High Critic Hieronymus. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Mound seems pleased. “Aye, you as well. I’m not unique by any means, but I appreciate your words nonetheless.“
"Oh, but you are unique. You have a sort of... I don't want to say 'windswept,' but it fits better than most descriptors. You have a lightly disheveled appearance with just enough deliberate care to make it look attractive if unintentional. A natural beauty, really. So many models of your kind have decided a slim, monochrome look is more attractive, and the look is... sickening to me. They would nearly kill themselves just to fit some standard of beauty that was imaginary in the first place. You, however, let your rugged, piratical charm shine like a perfect pearl."
He seems very pleased now. “Indeed. My sister was obsessed with her looks. Always scrubbing at barnacles, polishing . . . it was downright unhealthy. I’m glad you approve.”
"Oh, but you are unique. You have a sort of... I don't want to say 'windswept,' but it fits better than most descriptors. You have a lightly disheveled appearance with just enough deliberate care to make it look attractive if unintentional. A natural beauty, really. So many models of your kind have decided a slim, monochrome look is more attractive, and the look is... sickening to me. They would nearly kill themselves just to fit some standard of beauty that was imaginary in the first place. You, however, let your rugged, piratical charm shine like a perfect pearl."
He seems very pleased now. “Indeed. My sister was obsessed with her looks. Always scrubbing at barnacles, polishing . . . it was downright unhealthy. I’m glad you approve.”
"I really couldn't disapprove. But anyway, basking in your presence wasn't something that I was planning to do, and I need to find a place to sleep and make it acceptable. The curse of the critic is that we always have standards far above what is reasonable, and sleeping quarters happen to be one of the things we always wind up complaining about."
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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.
"Oh, but you are unique. You have a sort of... I don't want to say 'windswept,' but it fits better than most descriptors. You have a lightly disheveled appearance with just enough deliberate care to make it look attractive if unintentional. A natural beauty, really. So many models of your kind have decided a slim, monochrome look is more attractive, and the look is... sickening to me. They would nearly kill themselves just to fit some standard of beauty that was imaginary in the first place. You, however, let your rugged, piratical charm shine like a perfect pearl."
He seems very pleased now. “Indeed. My sister was obsessed with her looks. Always scrubbing at barnacles, polishing . . . it was downright unhealthy. I’m glad you approve.”
"I really couldn't disapprove. But anyway, basking in your presence wasn't something that I was planning to do, and I need to find a place to sleep and make it acceptable. The curse of the critic is that we always have standards far above what is reasonable, and sleeping quarters happen to be one of the things we always wind up complaining about."
“Ah, right. ‘High Critic,’ isn’t that right? I hope you’ll find your stay satisfactory. It’s certainly not the highest quality one could hope for, but it’s not bad for a ship.”
"I really couldn't disapprove. But anyway, basking in your presence wasn't something that I was planning to do, and I need to find a place to sleep and make it acceptable. The curse of the critic is that we always have standards far above what is reasonable, and sleeping quarters happen to be one of the things we always wind up complaining about."
“Ah, right. ‘High Critic,’ isn’t that right? I hope you’ll find your stay satisfactory. It’s certainly not the highest quality one could hope for, but it’s not bad for a ship.”
"Believe me, given my crimes, this is far more than I deserve. I'll reserve any complaints for when the Imperials torture me again."
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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.
"I really couldn't disapprove. But anyway, basking in your presence wasn't something that I was planning to do, and I need to find a place to sleep and make it acceptable. The curse of the critic is that we always have standards far above what is reasonable, and sleeping quarters happen to be one of the things we always wind up complaining about."
“Ah, right. ‘High Critic,’ isn’t that right? I hope you’ll find your stay satisfactory. It’s certainly not the highest quality one could hope for, but it’s not bad for a ship.”
"Believe me, given my crimes, this is far more than I deserve. I'll reserve any complaints for when the Imperials torture me again."
Mound shudders. “I’d rather not darken my night with thoughts of the Empire. Perhaps I can treat you to a glass of Brinebrew tomorrow? Much like torture, it’s an unforgettable experience that any true critic should try it at least once.”
He tilts his craggy head. “That metaphor doesn’t work all too well. But I trust you understand my meaning.”
"Believe me, given my crimes, this is far more than I deserve. I'll reserve any complaints for when the Imperials torture me again."
Mound shudders. “I’d rather not darken my night with thoughts of the Empire. Perhaps I can treat you to a glass of Brinebrew tomorrow? Much like torture, it’s an unforgettable experience that any true critic should try it at least once.”
He tilts his craggy head. “That metaphor doesn’t work all too well. But I trust you understand my meaning.”
"Sounds splendid. And, given the nature of critics, the metaphor works better than you think." Mr. Black smiles.
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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.
"Believe me, given my crimes, this is far more than I deserve. I'll reserve any complaints for when the Imperials torture me again."
Mound shudders. “I’d rather not darken my night with thoughts of the Empire. Perhaps I can treat you to a glass of Brinebrew tomorrow? Much like torture, it’s an unforgettable experience that any true critic should try it at least once.”
He tilts his craggy head. “That metaphor doesn’t work all too well. But I trust you understand my meaning.”
"Sounds splendid. And, given the nature of critics, the metaphor works better than you think." Mr. Black smiles.
It’s not easy to tell, given the lack of eyebrows and facial muscles, but Mr. Black can tell that Mound is smiling. “Always wanted to be a writer, but I never got the chance to practice. Koralline don’t really do that sort of thing. We have music, we have physical art. We sculpt, and on the surface we draw and paint. But we don’t write. No plays, no novels. Paper doesn’t really hold up once you hit the ocean floor. Humanoids also don’t, for that matter.”
Sure.
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I’m searching the taverns for my friend Loose I know weirdly spelt but she wouldn’t have passed this way would she?
I also have the ability to manifest my thoughts in ways that cut people. I call this power words. -Tasha
I play 3.5E…sometimes.
Come swim over to the Bloody Barnacle! The Bloody Barnacle against the world!
They/them
My avatar is stuck in Archeon help would be ideal.
Silhouette of determination! Thanks drum!
Thanks!
I also have the ability to manifest my thoughts in ways that cut people. I call this power words. -Tasha
I play 3.5E…sometimes.
Come swim over to the Bloody Barnacle! The Bloody Barnacle against the world!
They/them
My avatar is stuck in Archeon help would be ideal.
Silhouette of determination! Thanks drum!
*Haven’t seen anyone named Loose. You could try searching for them here?*
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Gordon is going to set up some targets on the masts and rigging, and then practice his archery skills.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Mound is replacing one of the Barnacle’s sails in preparation for the voyage.
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*Hey, I wanna intro a second character. Is that allowed?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sure thing. You can have as many characters as you’d like, provided you don’t decide to intro an entire society :)*
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*Awesome!*
A large, horned man in a long coat and wide-brimmed hat, both black with silver accents, walks up to the ship. He holds out a hand containing 8 gold. Under his other arm is a small crate. His skin is pure white, and his eyes are black with silver irises. He looks almost like all color has been drained out of him. "Anywhere but here. You'd think with the world shifting so often they'd come up with some new drinks at some point."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mound, a seven-foot tall behemoth composed entirely of jagged, multicolored coral, hurries to greet him. “That may be true, but we have such a variety of drinks! It may not be new, but I guarantee you haven’t tried Brinebrew before.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The monochrome monster nods. "Honestly, it's not the drinks that frustrate me most. I can handle bad liquor. The hard part is handling the stagnation of the arts. Just seeing you has brightened my day and restored my hope, truly. You are quite the beautiful specimen, to be upfront about it. My name is Mr. Black, sometimes called High Critic Hieronymus. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mound seems pleased. “Aye, you as well. I’m not unique by any means, but I appreciate your words nonetheless.“
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Oh, but you are unique. You have a sort of... I don't want to say 'windswept,' but it fits better than most descriptors. You have a lightly disheveled appearance with just enough deliberate care to make it look attractive if unintentional. A natural beauty, really. So many models of your kind have decided a slim, monochrome look is more attractive, and the look is... sickening to me. They would nearly kill themselves just to fit some standard of beauty that was imaginary in the first place. You, however, let your rugged, piratical charm shine like a perfect pearl."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He seems very pleased now. “Indeed. My sister was obsessed with her looks. Always scrubbing at barnacles, polishing . . . it was downright unhealthy. I’m glad you approve.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"I really couldn't disapprove. But anyway, basking in your presence wasn't something that I was planning to do, and I need to find a place to sleep and make it acceptable. The curse of the critic is that we always have standards far above what is reasonable, and sleeping quarters happen to be one of the things we always wind up complaining about."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ah, right. ‘High Critic,’ isn’t that right? I hope you’ll find your stay satisfactory. It’s certainly not the highest quality one could hope for, but it’s not bad for a ship.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Believe me, given my crimes, this is far more than I deserve. I'll reserve any complaints for when the Imperials torture me again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Mound shudders. “I’d rather not darken my night with thoughts of the Empire. Perhaps I can treat you to a glass of Brinebrew tomorrow? Much like torture, it’s an unforgettable experience that any true critic should try it at least once.”
He tilts his craggy head. “That metaphor doesn’t work all too well. But I trust you understand my meaning.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Sounds splendid. And, given the nature of critics, the metaphor works better than you think." Mr. Black smiles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It’s not easy to tell, given the lack of eyebrows and facial muscles, but Mr. Black can tell that Mound is smiling. “Always wanted to be a writer, but I never got the chance to practice. Koralline don’t really do that sort of thing. We have music, we have physical art. We sculpt, and on the surface we draw and paint. But we don’t write. No plays, no novels. Paper doesn’t really hold up once you hit the ocean floor. Humanoids also don’t, for that matter.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis