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."
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*
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.
"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."
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?”
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.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
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.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"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
Hi! I'm viper, the ultimate silly snake!
"Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft, all there is left to do is sit right down and laugh"
*Good idea*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
*Take the bag of harpoons? Or the gold*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
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.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
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.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*gold. My bad, just meant they take the gold pieces you offered*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I like the idea of hunting an aboleth too, but I think Imma go kraken*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
*sweet! Can’t spell today lol*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Alright*
Normiah is in slight awe. Not much, but some. "Splendid dwellings here."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
“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.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The tlincalli grins. “Always thought so. Care for a drink?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
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?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
"Must keep you busy. Sure hope you like your job." they have a pleasant southern accent
Hi! I'm viper, the ultimate silly snake!
"Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft, all there is left to do is sit right down and laugh"
“It’s alright. Never liked Alan much anyways.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Don’t have to like it. Couldn’t leave the ship, even if I wanted to.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis