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 "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.”

 He thinks for a second. "That seems... well, I'm not one to disregard others' cultures out of hand, but I'm sure that your people have so many interesting things to write down. Carvings on stones, knots on rope or kelp, anything is better than nothing."

“I suppose you’re right. But we tend to live a long time. I’m almost a hundred-twenty, nearing my fifth cycle, and I’m still considered young. A Koralline’s physical body begins to deteriorate around their eight-hundredth year, and our minds can remain intact even into the thousands. I’ve heard tales of great battles and empires that predate most all written history, told firsthand by our elders.

”My point is that oral history is much more important to the Koralline. The hivemind allows us to communicate underwater over vast distances. Why rely on paper to record and document events when you can speak to someone who remembers them firsthand?”

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“I suppose you’re right. But we tend to live a long time. I’m almost a hundred-twenty, nearing my fifth cycle, and I’m still considered young. A Koralline’s physical body begins to deteriorate around their eight-hundredth year, and our minds can remain intact even into the thousands. I’ve heard tales of great battles and empires that predate most all written history, told firsthand by our elders.

”My point is that oral history is much more important to the Koralline. The hivemind allows us to communicate underwater over vast distances. Why rely paper to record and document events when you can speak to someone that remembers them firsthand?”

 "Fair point. Counterargument: how does that benefit me?" He smirks.

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“I suppose you’re right. But we tend to live a long time. I’m almost a hundred-twenty, nearing my fifth cycle, and I’m still considered young. A Koralline’s physical body begins to deteriorate around their eight-hundredth year, and our minds can remain intact even into the thousands. I’ve heard tales of great battles and empires that predate most all written history, told firsthand by our elders.

”My point is that oral history is much more important to the Koralline. The hivemind allows us to communicate underwater over vast distances. Why rely paper to record and document events when you can speak to someone that remembers them firsthand?”

 "Fair point. Counterargument: how does that benefit me?" He smirks.

“Why don’t you speak to them too? Provided you aren’t a darghoul trying to conquer us, we Vinetiens are a friendly enough people. Far different from the snobs you’d find in Atlantis.”

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“I suppose you’re right. But we tend to live a long time. I’m almost a hundred-twenty, nearing my fifth cycle, and I’m still considered young. A Koralline’s physical body begins to deteriorate around their eight-hundredth year, and our minds can remain intact even into the thousands. I’ve heard tales of great battles and empires that predate most all written history, told firsthand by our elders.

”My point is that oral history is much more important to the Koralline. The hivemind allows us to communicate underwater over vast distances. Why rely paper to record and document events when you can speak to someone that remembers them firsthand?”

 "Fair point. Counterargument: how does that benefit me?" He smirks.

“Why don’t you speak to them too? Provided you aren’t a darghoul trying to conquer us, we Vinetiens are a friendly enough people. Far different from the snobs you’d find in Atlantis.”

 He smiles and taps his horned head. "No telepathy. Even if I got a diver's suit, I wouldn't be able to talk."

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“I suppose you’re right. But we tend to live a long time. I’m almost a hundred-twenty, nearing my fifth cycle, and I’m still considered young. A Koralline’s physical body begins to deteriorate around their eight-hundredth year, and our minds can remain intact even into the thousands. I’ve heard tales of great battles and empires that predate most all written history, told firsthand by our elders.

”My point is that oral history is much more important to the Koralline. The hivemind allows us to communicate underwater over vast distances. Why rely paper to record and document events when you can speak to someone that remembers them firsthand?”

 "Fair point. Counterargument: how does that benefit me?" He smirks.

“Why don’t you speak to them too? Provided you aren’t a darghoul trying to conquer us, we Vinetiens are a friendly enough people. Far different from the snobs you’d find in Atlantis.”

 He smiles and taps his horned head. "No telepathy. Even if I got a diver's suit, I wouldn't be able to talk."

“I’ll help you out. We’re heading to Italy soon. You can probably find a suit in Venice or Verona, albeit at a ridiculous price. ‘Course, we can always get the Captain to lower it for you.”

He winks, or at least attempts to.

“As for the telepathy, I can handle that bit. I’ve got a good memory. You ask your questions, I translate.”

*Had this long post planned, but now I gtg*

*That’s fair, it’s getting late. Bye!*

Ash sighs as she gazes around the empty ship and puts a little coin on one of the tables and takes out her strange book from a demiplane and starts reading it the sigils on the book.

Finally after a few hours trying to translate one paragraph she finally gave up and decided to look around the ship

The morning sun shines brightly on the Barnacle‘s deck as it rises and falls with the slow waves. The crew hurries about the top deck, hoisting the sails. They fill quickly, pulling the Barnacle inexorably forward.

As the tides wash over the coast, they cover the the sandy depression caused by the boat. Within the hour there’s no sign that the ship had been there at all.

The Captain has made a rare appearance on deck. He stands at the ship’s wheel, maneuvering the ship and correcting its course every so often. He holds an odd map in his hands.

*Characters joining while the ship is at sea can no longer do so normally, but they can still be found through other means. Maybe your character is on a ship we encounter, or maybe they live in the sea. Maybe they float by on a raft or something. Be creative!*

*On a road trip today, responses will be slow.*

(Azure is invisible, behind the Captain, almost as if watching away harm)

Normiah is setting up some sort of device on the deck. Upon closer inspection (DC 15 perception), you can see it's a harpoon launcher. It seems to also have a thing to put a chain in it, so the harpoon can be brought back when fired.

Ash casts gust and uses her Staff off wind control  to fly along side the ship grateful she could join the expedition 

Finally she glides down beside the captain and asks”Where are we going then sir?” 

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Finally she glides down beside the captain and asks”Where are we going then sir?” 

“A wonderful place! The great empire of Italy! Well, it used to be great. I suppose things took a turn for the worse half a century ago. But they’re still formidable, and staunch opponents of the empire, which is exactly what we need more of.”

“Great I can finally get to the beautiful land of Italy maybe then i can make my way back to my homeland of Wales!

The Captain frowns. “Wales is a tad . . . overrun at the moment. I’ll wish you good luck.”

That’s my plan free my homeland eventually. I’m a wanted fugitive for my resistance if the capture me i dread to think best hope i die worst……

As the sun flies high in the sky Ash gaves on to the ocean then sees it a raft “Raft on the port side!”