You see just something horrid, ships destroyed and sinking. Some with giant holes in the Hull and the masts shattered and fallen, the smell of death and blood fills your nostrils. Large flags symbolling the flag of the empire on them, bloodstained. People are seen hung from some masts and floating in the water, which is coated red with blood.
Flynn is struck by the gruesome scene before him, the signs of recent battles evident in the destruction of ships and the macabre display of corpses. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, and the bloodied flags only serve to intensify the brutality of the conflict. The once serene seas now bear witness to a horrifying tableau of violence and despair.
With a heavy heart, Flynn takes in the grim sight, the weight of the ongoing war pressing upon him. The sea, once a vast expanse of possibility and adventure, now reflects the harsh reality of the world. "What has this bloody world come to?"
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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
*I feel like I wanna do something about Luci's story.*
While she sits out on deck, the smell of whiskey suddenly passes by. Her nose instantly picks it up and she looks up, her movements suddenly more rigid and terse. She stands up, clutching Bun to her chest and looking around in all directions.
Under the decks, in the kitchen, an unmasked cambion suddenly senses something. He looks up from the large fish he was chopping, the light revealing his dagger-toothed maw hanging open. He's been attuning to the ship, and he can feel Luci's heartbeat speed up. She can feel the vibrations in the ship as he grabs his mask off the bloody counter and jams it on, his footsteps heavy as he inhales the distress.
She curls herself into a ball, hyperventilating. The vibrations along with memories bubbling up makes her anxious, like the air has left her lungs. In fact, it has. She begins to choke without a reason as to why it is happening.
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
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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 feel like I wanna do something about Luci's story.*
While she sits out on deck, the smell of whiskey suddenly passes by. Her nose instantly picks it up and she looks up, her movements suddenly more rigid and terse. She stands up, clutching Bun to her chest and looking around in all directions.
Under the decks, in the kitchen, an unmasked cambion suddenly senses something. He looks up from the large fish he was chopping, the light revealing his dagger-toothed maw hanging open. He's been attuning to the ship, and he can feel Luci's heartbeat speed up. She can feel the vibrations in the ship as he grabs his mask off the bloody counter and jams it on, his footsteps heavy as he inhales the distress.
She curls herself into a ball, hyperventilating. The vibrations along with memories bubbling up makes her anxious, like the air has left her lungs. In fact, it has. She begins to choke without a reason as to why it is happening.
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
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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.
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
Luci covers her ears "No yelling! Please stop! I'll be good!" She yells, visibly shaking.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Flynn is getting some air in the crow's nest. Luci and The Head Chef are chasing ghosts and there is a new fish guy on the boat. Did I miss anything?*
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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
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
Luci covers her ears "No yelling! Please stop! I'll be good!" She yells, visibly shaking.
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting wildly. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
Luci covers her ears "No yelling! Please stop! I'll be good!" She yells, visibly shaking.
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting around. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
“Can’t even drink whiskey without being seen as a threat these days.”
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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
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
Luci covers her ears "No yelling! Please stop! I'll be good!" She yells, visibly shaking.
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting around. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
"I can't breathe.." she says, her voice breaking around edges as if she was close to crying.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting around. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
“Can’t even drink whiskey without being seen as a threat these days.”
Auguste takes a shaky breath. "Please be aware that the reek of that piss water you're drinking is triggering one of my cooks. Please find somewhere to drink where it will not psychologically damage crewmates. Thank you."
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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.
The smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
Luci covers her ears "No yelling! Please stop! I'll be good!" She yells, visibly shaking.
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting around. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
"I can't breathe.." she says, her voice breaking around edges as if she was close to crying.
He rocks her gently as he closes his eyes. He brings her downstairs and hands her a fresh lemon wedge. "Smell that. It might help."
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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.
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting around. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
“Can’t even drink whiskey without being seen as a threat these days.”
Auguste takes a shaky breath. "Please be aware that the reek of that piss water you're drinking is triggering one of my cooks. Please find somewhere to drink where it will not psychologically damage crewmates. Thank you."
“Sorry, let me move my ritual literally summoning a piece of the abyss to the mind of this triton.”
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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
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting around. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
“Can’t even drink whiskey without being seen as a threat these days.”
Auguste takes a shaky breath. "Please be aware that the reek of that piss water you're drinking is triggering one of my cooks. Please find somewhere to drink where it will not psychologically damage crewmates. Thank you."
“Sorry, let me move my ritual literally summoning a piece of the abyss to the mind of this triton.”
"You do not speak to me like that." He says, his rage burning ice cold as the shudder in his voice disappears. "This galley is my domain. You threaten the integrity of my work. Do not force my hand, I beg of you."
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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.
Flynn is going to take a closer look at the Crusader and the activity on the top deck. Perception Check(23)
Not many people are still on the deck. Sergei’s Fire Storm chased them all below deck. However, occasionally Flynn can see a glint of light shine his way from the mast of the ship.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Flynn is going to take a closer look at the Crusader and the activity on the top deck. Perception Check(23)
Not many people are still on the deck. Sergei’s Fire Storm chased them all below deck. However, occasionally Flynn can see a glint of light shine his way from the mast of the ship.
Flynn is struck by the gruesome scene before him, the signs of recent battles evident in the destruction of ships and the macabre display of corpses. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, and the bloodied flags only serve to intensify the brutality of the conflict. The once serene seas now bear witness to a horrifying tableau of violence and despair.
With a heavy heart, Flynn takes in the grim sight, the weight of the ongoing war pressing upon him. The sea, once a vast expanse of possibility and adventure, now reflects the harsh reality of the world. "What has this bloody world come to?"
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
*Ok, I just thought maybe you were reacting to Flynn coming up, so I thought I would inform you of that tidbit about him before you went any further.*
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 smell of barbecue fills her nostrils. She can tell Auguste is approaching, as though they had some psychic link. The Head Chef is looking around for the source of the smell of whiskey.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a spirit flickering beside Luci, holding an ethereal bottle. It suddenly disappears as he gets closer.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*What is happening right now*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He lunges at the spirit just before it disappears, causing him to fall down face-first onto the deck. He gets up like some sort of monstrous spider before seemingly being pulled up into an upright position by some sort of distorted gravity.
"WHO. DARES?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Luci covers her ears "No yelling! Please stop! I'll be good!" She yells, visibly shaking.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Luci is dealing with backstory stuff, and Auguste senses one of the people he considers an employee being threatened.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Flynn is getting some air in the crow's nest. Luci and The Head Chef are chasing ghosts and there is a new fish guy on the boat. Did I miss anything?*
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
“Sorry, my bad.”
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
He picks her up, along with Bun. He looks around, his eyes darting wildly. "No one is allowed to hurt you. Either of you." He says, his voice shaking slightly with rage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Can’t even drink whiskey without being seen as a threat these days.”
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
"I can't breathe.." she says, her voice breaking around edges as if she was close to crying.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Auguste takes a shaky breath. "Please be aware that the reek of that piss water you're drinking is triggering one of my cooks. Please find somewhere to drink where it will not psychologically damage crewmates. Thank you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He rocks her gently as he closes his eyes. He brings her downstairs and hands her a fresh lemon wedge. "Smell that. It might help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sorry, let me move my ritual literally summoning a piece of the abyss to the mind of this triton.”
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
Flynn is going to take a closer look at the Crusader and the activity on the top deck. Perception Check(19)
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
"You do not speak to me like that." He says, his rage burning ice cold as the shudder in his voice disappears. "This galley is my domain. You threaten the integrity of my work. Do not force my hand, I beg of you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Not many people are still on the deck. Sergei’s Fire Storm chased them all below deck. However, occasionally Flynn can see a glint of light shine his way from the mast of the ship.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He also sees an orc strutting around proudly.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!