Her shout brings the chaos to a standstill. She grabs the two nearest pirates and holds their limp, drunken bodies high in the air.
”We’re not children. We’re the Notched Blades, Captain’s chosen, fiercest warriors at sea. This is deplorable. And you — Oliver. I expected better from you. This happens again, and I’m leaving all of you to the Empire. ALL OF YOU!”
She turns away. “I’m done with drinks for tonight. I think I’ll go belowdecks. Please, try not to wreck this place. The captain is coming tomorrow, you know.”
Jack goes quiet, a dribble of drool falling down his chin, and he quietly stumbles off to bed.
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*The Captain seems fairly mysterious, and I like it!*
*YON YOU SAW MY THING!!*
*I DID AND I DUNNO HOW I MISSED IT AND I JUST WANNA SAY, seems like you put a whole lot of effort into this and I love it and I can feel and hear your voice in the writing and lore and geez did I mention I love it? Cuz when I get home on Friday or Sat I wanna make a character. Yea :)*
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*The Captain seems fairly mysterious, and I like it!*
*YON YOU SAW MY THING!!*
*I DID AND I DUNNO HOW I MISSED IT AND I JUST WANNA SAY, seems like you put a whole lot of effort into this and I love it and I can feel and hear your voice in the writing and lore and geez did I mention I love it? Cuz when I get home on Friday or Sat I wanna make a character. Yea :)*
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
The rusty journal flutters in some invisible wind, as if begging to be picked up.
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
The rusty journal flutters in some invisible wind, as if begging to be picked up.
Normiah checks out the rusty journal. "How am I supposed to open this blaster thing when it's locked?"
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Raven goes belowdecks into her room. she takes a look around.
The room is light by a single torch. Paintings adorn the walls — poorly done, but clearly made by someone passionate about their work. They’re all landscapes, with several ocean paintings and a few paintings of a jungle. A modest cot is situated in the corner, below some graffiti — mostly the same name, repeated in different fonts with different patterns. Clarissa. Apparently, Alan had a crush.
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
The rusty journal flutters in some invisible wind, as if begging to be picked up.
Normiah checks out the rusty journal. "How am I supposed to open this blaster thing when it's locked?"
As if on cue, the lock falls right off and clatters on the ground.
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
The rusty journal flutters in some invisible wind, as if begging to be picked up.
Normiah checks out the rusty journal. "How am I supposed to open this blaster thing when it's locked?"
As if on cue, the lock falls right off and clatters on the ground.
"Rather strange," Normiah mutters to himself as he opens the now lock-less journal.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
The rusty journal flutters in some invisible wind, as if begging to be picked up.
Normiah checks out the rusty journal. "How am I supposed to open this blaster thing when it's locked?"
As if on cue, the lock falls right off and clatters on the ground.
"Rather strange," Normiah mutters to himself as he opens the now lock-less journal.
The journal is filled with saltwater stains, rendering many pages indecipherable. The first reads “Journal of Imperial Commander Caspian Reeves.” The following pages are hopelessly waterlogged, until around page thirty. Written in a small but neat cursive is the following.
Captain’s Log — November Fourth, 1612
Our journeys have taken us further across the Myriad Depths than I ever could have anticipated. We sighted an island yesterday. I’ve never seen anything like it. Blistering heat, deathly craters, glassy sand. Savage bat-things assailed our ship, taking out two of our men. Morale is low, especially among them. I’m starting to wonder if Vineta is really worth the hassle. It seems that each nightmare is worse than the last. Fortunately, the men I brought are entirely expendable — plenty of worthless adventurers back at home to fill their ranks.
The night is close now, I can feel it in my bones. It’s calling to me, dragging me closer. I want to answer, I need to, but I must wait a while longer. Tonight, the monster will sleep. Tomorrow, Vineta!
———
Captain’s Log — November Ninth, 1612
We encountered another ship, if you can believe it! It seems that I’m not the only foolhardy captain in these accursed waters. The other crew seems to be of much higher constitution than my own. I may take them for myself, if it comes to that. The constant resurrection has weathered my own crew so far that many of them are little more than mindless zombies. Perhaps they will find release. They certainly deserve it.
———
Captain’s Log — November Thirteenth, 1612
The new crew has performed well thus far. Better than I had expected, certainly. A few of the officers have taken issue with my managerial style, but such casualties are to be expected. Glory to the Empire!
Vineta is so close now that I can taste it. It’s sweet and rich in a way I could never have expected it. I can smell it on the wind like a rotting corpse, fresh with faded vibrancy and warmth. Even Garm can smell it, and his nose has been broken so many times I’m astonished it stays on at all. I’m confident that tomorrow, we will find the Sunken City.
———
Captain’s Log — January Fourth, 1613
We found the city. Vineta is all I expected and all I feared. They shut me out, blasted me back to the surface with my schooner in pieces. This will not stand. I have sent all my carrier pigeons back to the mainland, informing my superiors of the news. Even in this dreadful weather, I’m confident at least a few can make it through.
I’m currently holed up belowground in an island that I can only assume was a gift from the Duchess herself. The crew attempted yet another mutiny, the sixth in this dreadful misadventure, and I was forced to release the monster. This time, they threw themselves at my feet and demanded I end their suffering. It saddens me to see Garm go, but at least I don’t have to deal with unwarranted backstabbings anymore. I constructed a group memorial aboveground (there were no bodies), but I expect the monsoon has already washed it away. The barbaric hivemind has no respect for the dead.
Their slight will not stand. Queen Victoria personally sanctioned this expedition! I am entirely confident that, when she hears the tragic story of this day, Her Majesty will arrive to pulverize these monstrous criminals. Let’s see their cannons shoot her down.
This will likely be my final journal entry. The beast is stirring once again. I fear it will consume me for good tonight, should no suitable food appear within the next few hours. If any poor soul stumbles upon this waterlogged journal at some far-flung date, throw it back into the sea. Horrors such as those I experienced during the course of this expedition should never become known, for their knowledge gives them further power.
Vineta is cursed, now and always. It must be destroyed, for its very existence is the epitome of sin. Glory to the Empire, and Long Live the Queen!
*haha just thought of an awesome pirate name for Jack*
*The Great Keelhaul Kiwi*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
The top book belongs to someone named Caspian Reeves. It had a rusty lock in place.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Jack goes quiet, a dribble of drool falling down his chin, and he quietly stumbles off to bed.
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
Raven goes belowdecks into her room. she takes a look around.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"Seems to be journals. Might as well keep one for myself." He grabs an empty book if there is one, then writes on the cover, "Journal of Normiah Blubberbeard".
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
*The Captain seems fairly mysterious, and I like it!*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*my editor won't do it's job so I gtg*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*gtg for now. @Gibber I’ll have some journal entries later if you’re interested. @carsorino great name! @phoenix room desc later.*
*bye!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*That would be interesting, bye*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
*bye Thank you!*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*guudbai*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*YON YOU SAW MY THING!!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*I DID AND I DUNNO HOW I MISSED IT AND I JUST WANNA SAY, seems like you put a whole lot of effort into this and I love it and I can feel and hear your voice in the writing and lore and geez did I mention I love it? Cuz when I get home on Friday or Sat I wanna make a character. Yea :)*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*Man, you haven’t lived until you’ve eaten an onion loaf while seated in a traincar-turned-restaurant. Responses will be slow for a while*
*Tysm :)))*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The rusty journal flutters in some invisible wind, as if begging to be picked up.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Normiah checks out the rusty journal. "How am I supposed to open this blaster thing when it's locked?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
The room is light by a single torch. Paintings adorn the walls — poorly done, but clearly made by someone passionate about their work. They’re all landscapes, with several ocean paintings and a few paintings of a jungle. A modest cot is situated in the corner, below some graffiti — mostly the same name, repeated in different fonts with different patterns. Clarissa. Apparently, Alan had a crush.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
As if on cue, the lock falls right off and clatters on the ground.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Rather strange," Normiah mutters to himself as he opens the now lock-less journal.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
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
The journal is filled with saltwater stains, rendering many pages indecipherable. The first reads “Journal of Imperial Commander Caspian Reeves.” The following pages are hopelessly waterlogged, until around page thirty. Written in a small but neat cursive is the following.
Our journeys have taken us further across the Myriad Depths than I ever could have anticipated. We sighted an island yesterday. I’ve never seen anything like it. Blistering heat, deathly craters, glassy sand. Savage bat-things assailed our ship, taking out two of our men. Morale is low, especially among them. I’m starting to wonder if Vineta is really worth the hassle. It seems that each nightmare is worse than the last. Fortunately, the men I brought are entirely expendable — plenty of worthless adventurers back at home to fill their ranks.
The night is close now, I can feel it in my bones. It’s calling to me, dragging me closer. I want to answer, I need to, but I must wait a while longer. Tonight, the monster will sleep. Tomorrow, Vineta!
———
Captain’s Log — November Ninth, 1612
We encountered another ship, if you can believe it! It seems that I’m not the only foolhardy captain in these accursed waters. The other crew seems to be of much higher constitution than my own. I may take them for myself, if it comes to that. The constant resurrection has weathered my own crew so far that many of them are little more than mindless zombies. Perhaps they will find release. They certainly deserve it.
———
Captain’s Log — November Thirteenth, 1612
The new crew has performed well thus far. Better than I had expected, certainly. A few of the officers have taken issue with my managerial style, but such casualties are to be expected. Glory to the Empire!
Vineta is so close now that I can taste it. It’s sweet and rich in a way I could never have expected it. I can smell it on the wind like a rotting corpse, fresh with faded vibrancy and warmth. Even Garm can smell it, and his nose has been broken so many times I’m astonished it stays on at all. I’m confident that tomorrow, we will find the Sunken City.
———
Captain’s Log — January Fourth, 1613
We found the city. Vineta is all I expected and all I feared. They shut me out, blasted me back to the surface with my schooner in pieces. This will not stand. I have sent all my carrier pigeons back to the mainland, informing my superiors of the news. Even in this dreadful weather, I’m confident at least a few can make it through.
I’m currently holed up belowground in an island that I can only assume was a gift from the Duchess herself. The crew attempted yet another mutiny, the sixth in this dreadful misadventure, and I was forced to release the monster. This time, they threw themselves at my feet and demanded I end their suffering. It saddens me to see Garm go, but at least I don’t have to deal with unwarranted backstabbings anymore. I constructed a group memorial aboveground (there were no bodies), but I expect the monsoon has already washed it away. The barbaric hivemind has no respect for the dead.
Their slight will not stand. Queen Victoria personally sanctioned this expedition! I am entirely confident that, when she hears the tragic story of this day, Her Majesty will arrive to pulverize these monstrous criminals. Let’s see their cannons shoot her down.
This will likely be my final journal entry. The beast is stirring once again. I fear it will consume me for good tonight, should no suitable food appear within the next few hours. If any poor soul stumbles upon this waterlogged journal at some far-flung date, throw it back into the sea. Horrors such as those I experienced during the course of this expedition should never become known, for their knowledge gives them further power.
Vineta is cursed, now and always. It must be destroyed, for its very existence is the epitome of sin. Glory to the Empire, and Long Live the Queen!
The journal ends there.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis