The otterfolk nodds and goes inside, a suitcase floating behind him
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
He walks down the stairs carefully
Belowdecks is sorted into smaller compartments where the crew sleeps. It’s dark and dismal, but in a nice, solitary sort of way. The only light comes from a flickering torch mounted on the wall next to the staircase. It smells strongly of brine, with a hint of rum.
"alright." She steps aboard and she says "My name is Raven."
“Alistair Tao. Pleasure meeting you.”
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
"It's beautiful"
Alistair’s smile is almost sad. “Isn’t it just? This place is one of the few safe havens this world has left. The Redlight can’t touch us while we’re at sea. I didn’t always live here, you know. But my home is gone now. It disappeared eighteen years ago, and my family with it. The Captain gave me new purpose, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
"alright." She steps aboard and she says "My name is Raven."
“Alistair Tao. Pleasure meeting you.”
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
"It's beautiful"
Alistair’s smile is almost sad. “Isn’t it just? This place is one of the few safe havens this world has left. The Redlight can’t touch us while we’re at sea. I didn’t always live here, you know. But my home is gone now. It disappeared eighteen years ago, and my family with it. The Captain gave me new purpose, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
"I can understand that." her smile disappeared as she was deep in thought. "My parents were devoured by a hydra. and some of my crew. the rest? Laid at sea or retired. So yes. I understand." She looks shocked at herself for saying so much. "ahem. I should leave you to it."
The otter puts out the torch, goes back upstairs, and takes a drink out of his suitcase, drinking it like nothing happened
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If you're character is going to say/do something suicidal when roleplaying with me PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE put a trigger warning first. I have history with this and it can easily trigger me.
If YOUR suicidal PLEASE get help. I know from experience these things don't just go away without outside help. Not for long anyway.
A sour looking man wanders onto the decks, wearing an outfit with a resemblance to a captain. His hair is pure white, and he might be bald but you can't tell because of his hat. A harpoon is strung along his back, which shakes in its bag as he walks to whoever he needs to bribe. "Ay, this cash do you good?" He hands the person some gold pieces.
*Probably gonna need to change what Normiah hunts too, in the Zephyr he hunted a dragon which made sense in the sky but this is the sea, do dragons exist at sea levels? Idk*
*GASP* KRAKEN HUNTER
*kinda perfect for the lore ngl*
*Good idea*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
A sour looking man wanders onto the decks, wearing an outfit with a resemblance to a captain. His hair is pure white, and he might be bald but you can't tell because of his hat. A harpoon is strung along his back, which shakes in its bag as he walks to whoever he needs to bribe. "Ay, this cash do you good?" He hands the person some gold pieces.
*Probably gonna need to change what Normiah hunts too, in the Zephyr he hunted a dragon which made sense in the sky but this is the sea, do dragons exist at sea levels? Idk*
*No. you could go for dragon turtles, aboleths, or maybe even krackens though*
The Koralline glances up and takes the bag, mumbling a “thank you,” before turning back to work.
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
*Take the bag of harpoons? Or the gold*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
"alright." She steps aboard and she says "My name is Raven."
“Alistair Tao. Pleasure meeting you.”
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
"It's beautiful"
Alistair’s smile is almost sad. “Isn’t it just? This place is one of the few safe havens this world has left. The Redlight can’t touch us while we’re at sea. I didn’t always live here, you know. But my home is gone now. It disappeared eighteen years ago, and my family with it. The Captain gave me new purpose, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
"I can understand that." her smile disappeared as she was deep in thought. "My parents were devoured by a hydra. and some of my crew. the rest? Laid at sea or retired. So yes. I understand." She looks shocked at herself for saying so much. "ahem. I should leave you to it."
He nods. “It’s a cruel world, isn’t it? The Empire calls it Terra Lubridia, did you know that? Terra Lubridia, or Lubridium. It means ‘The Mocking Earth.’”
He chuckles. “Hate to give the Imperials credit, but they nailed that one on the head.”
A sour looking man wanders onto the decks, wearing an outfit with a resemblance to a captain. His hair is pure white, and he might be bald but you can't tell because of his hat. A harpoon is strung along his back, which shakes in its bag as he walks to whoever he needs to bribe. "Ay, this cash do you good?" He hands the person some gold pieces.
*Probably gonna need to change what Normiah hunts too, in the Zephyr he hunted a dragon which made sense in the sky but this is the sea, do dragons exist at sea levels? Idk*
*No. you could go for dragon turtles, aboleths, or maybe even krackens though*
The Koralline glances up and takes the bag, mumbling a “thank you,” before turning back to work.
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
*Take the bag of harpoons? Or the gold*
*gold. My bad, just meant they take the gold pieces you offered*
A sour looking man wanders onto the decks, wearing an outfit with a resemblance to a captain. His hair is pure white, and he might be bald but you can't tell because of his hat. A harpoon is strung along his back, which shakes in its bag as he walks to whoever he needs to bribe. "Ay, this cash do you good?" He hands the person some gold pieces.
*Probably gonna need to change what Normiah hunts too, in the Zephyr he hunted a dragon which made sense in the sky but this is the sea, do dragons exist at sea levels? Idk*
*No. you could go for dragon turtles, aboleths, or maybe even krackens though*
The Koralline glances up and takes the bag, mumbling a “thank you,” before turning back to work.
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
*Take the bag of harpoons? Or the gold*
*gold. My bad, just meant they take the gold pieces you offered*
*Alright*
Normiah is in slight awe. Not much, but some. "Splendid dwellings here."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D I chill on both Adohand's Kitchen and PbP.
A sour looking man wanders onto the decks, wearing an outfit with a resemblance to a captain. His hair is pure white, and he might be bald but you can't tell because of his hat. A harpoon is strung along his back, which shakes in its bag as he walks to whoever he needs to bribe. "Ay, this cash do you good?" He hands the person some gold pieces.
*Probably gonna need to change what Normiah hunts too, in the Zephyr he hunted a dragon which made sense in the sky but this is the sea, do dragons exist at sea levels? Idk*
*No. you could go for dragon turtles, aboleths, or maybe even krackens though*
The Koralline glances up and takes the bag, mumbling a “thank you,” before turning back to work.
*interior desc*
The interior of the Barnacle is a splendid affair. The entire room is made of solid oak timber, and dozens of lanterns sequentially placed on the walls fill the ship with warm light. People — pirates, but also many perfectly ordinary people — fill the room’s tables, eating and drinking heartily. A woman with the lower body of a scorpion scuttles back and forth behind the bar, using her many appendages to make and serve drinks with uncanny speed.
Two ornate rugs dominate the center of the room. Both are curiously free of spills — a feat the rest of the ship has hopelessly failed to accomplish. Situated between the rugs is an ornate chest flowing with gold. As you watch, one drunken dwarf reaches for a coin and leaps back as the chest bites at him. The dwarf scurries away, and the satisfied mimic watches him go.
Towards the prow of the ship is a brass door bearing a sign that reads “Captain’s Quarters, Do Not Enter.” Next to it, a smaller wooden door reads “Belowdecks.” The second door is ajar, and it reveals a descending wooden staircase.
*Take the bag of harpoons? Or the gold*
*gold. My bad, just meant they take the gold pieces you offered*
*Alright*
Normiah is in slight awe. Not much, but some. "Splendid dwellings here."
The tlincalli grins. “Always thought so. Care for a drink?”
The otter puts out the torch, goes back upstairs, and takes a drink out of his suitcase, drinking it like nothing happened
The tlincalli (scorpion lady) waves distractedly. “Newcomer, eh? We’ve been getting a lot of those recently.”
"Must keep you busy. Sure hope you like your job." they have a pleasant southern accent
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If YOUR suicidal PLEASE get help. I know from experience these things don't just go away without outside help. Not for long anyway.
Belowdecks is sorted into smaller compartments where the crew sleeps. It’s dark and dismal, but in a nice, solitary sort of way. The only light comes from a flickering torch mounted on the wall next to the staircase. It smells strongly of brine, with a hint of rum.
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Alistair’s smile is almost sad. “Isn’t it just? This place is one of the few safe havens this world has left. The Redlight can’t touch us while we’re at sea. I didn’t always live here, you know. But my home is gone now. It disappeared eighteen years ago, and my family with it. The Captain gave me new purpose, and for that I’ll always be grateful.”
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"I can understand that." her smile disappeared as she was deep in thought. "My parents were devoured by a hydra. and some of my crew. the rest? Laid at sea or retired. So yes. I understand." She looks shocked at herself for saying so much. "ahem. I should leave you to it."
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
The otter puts out the torch, goes back upstairs, and takes a drink out of his suitcase, drinking it like nothing happened
If you're character is going to say/do something suicidal when roleplaying with me PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE put a trigger warning first. I have history with this and it can easily trigger me.
If YOUR suicidal PLEASE get help. I know from experience these things don't just go away without outside help. Not for long anyway.
*Good idea*
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Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*Take the bag of harpoons? Or the gold*
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Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He nods. “It’s a cruel world, isn’t it? The Empire calls it Terra Lubridia, did you know that? Terra Lubridia, or Lubridium. It means ‘The Mocking Earth.’”
He chuckles. “Hate to give the Imperials credit, but they nailed that one on the head.”
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She laughs a little "I suppose it is." she inclines her head. "where might i find the sleeping quarters?"
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
The tlincalli (scorpion lady) waves distractedly. “Newcomer, eh? We’ve been getting a lot of those recently.”
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*gold. My bad, just meant they take the gold pieces you offered*
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*I like the idea of hunting an aboleth too, but I think Imma go kraken*
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Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
*sweet! Can’t spell today lol*
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*Alright*
Normiah is in slight awe. Not much, but some. "Splendid dwellings here."
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“Belowdecks.”
He gestures to the sign.
“We’ve got plenty of spare rooms. You could take Alan’s if you like. He got eaten last week.”
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The tlincalli grins. “Always thought so. Care for a drink?”
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Her eyes widen but then she says "sorry for your loss." she heads below deck.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*quote chain cut*
"Got any root beer?"
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Come to the Messy Mammoth Tavern and Inn! A mysterious link of chain...
Don't join Bahamut's disco party! Praise potassium instead! And PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA!
Titles: The Eternal Muttering from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Must keep you busy. Sure hope you like your job." they have a pleasant southern accent
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If YOUR suicidal PLEASE get help. I know from experience these things don't just go away without outside help. Not for long anyway.
“It’s alright. Never liked Alan much anyways.”
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“Don’t have to like it. Couldn’t leave the ship, even if I wanted to.”
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