I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It opens the box, careful not to break the hinges or anything.
Inside is a mirror and one of those spinning ballerina things. It starts spinning, and making noise. I said noise, not music, because it sounds like a terrified scream, audible from up to 300 feet away.
The Egregore calmly reaches in with its long, clawed fingers, and rips the ballerina out of the box, quite possibly taking some gears and coils with it.
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It opens the box, careful not to break the hinges or anything.
Inside is a mirror and one of those spinning ballerina things. It starts spinning, and making noise. I said noise, not music, because it sounds like a terrified scream, audible from up to 300 feet away.
The Egregore calmly reaches in with its long, clawed fingers, and rips the ballerina out of the box, quite possibly taking some gears and coils with it.
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
The Egregore begins to disassemble the box, hoping to find out how it is making that noise.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It opens the box, careful not to break the hinges or anything.
Inside is a mirror and one of those spinning ballerina things. It starts spinning, and making noise. I said noise, not music, because it sounds like a terrified scream, audible from up to 300 feet away.
The Egregore calmly reaches in with its long, clawed fingers, and rips the ballerina out of the box, quite possibly taking some gears and coils with it.
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
The Egregore begins to disassemble the box, hoping to find out how it is making that noise.
The music box seems to be a normal music box, nothing that would produce any sound besides a sweet melody. As it is deconstructed, the Egregore can see something out of the corner of their eye appear and vanish immediately. It seemed to be some sort of long, thin shape, like a rope or a snake.
Using ropes and harpoons, the Captain ties the turtle up and begins to row the boat back to the Barnacle. For context, the turtle is Huge but not Gargantuan — about the size of an Abominable Yeti. Not fully grown, but certainly big enough to serve for many meals.
Burdened with the carcass, the rowboat returns to the Barnacle within half an hour.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It opens the box, careful not to break the hinges or anything.
Inside is a mirror and one of those spinning ballerina things. It starts spinning, and making noise. I said noise, not music, because it sounds like a terrified scream, audible from up to 300 feet away.
The Egregore calmly reaches in with its long, clawed fingers, and rips the ballerina out of the box, quite possibly taking some gears and coils with it.
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
The Egregore begins to disassemble the box, hoping to find out how it is making that noise.
The music box seems to be a normal music box, nothing that would produce any sound besides a sweet melody. As it is deconstructed, the Egregore can see something out of the corner of their eye appear and vanish immediately. It seemed to be some sort of long, thin shape, like a rope or a snake.
Jack stumbles into the room, awoken by the awful sound. "What is that awful racket? He sees the strange music box and puts the pieces together. Dashing above-decks, he peers over the side and sees the chests lying open on the shore. He shudders and casts Detect Magic again, searching the ship meticulously for any strange inconsistencies.
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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
It opens the box, careful not to break the hinges or anything.
Inside is a mirror and one of those spinning ballerina things. It starts spinning, and making noise. I said noise, not music, because it sounds like a terrified scream, audible from up to 300 feet away.
The Egregore calmly reaches in with its long, clawed fingers, and rips the ballerina out of the box, quite possibly taking some gears and coils with it.
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
The Egregore begins to disassemble the box, hoping to find out how it is making that noise.
The music box seems to be a normal music box, nothing that would produce any sound besides a sweet melody. As it is deconstructed, the Egregore can see something out of the corner of their eye appear and vanish immediately. It seemed to be some sort of long, thin shape, like a rope or a snake.
Jack stumbles into the room, awoken by the awful sound. "What is that awful racket? He sees the strange music box and puts the pieces together. Dashing above-decks, he peers over the side and sees the chests lying open on the shore. He shudders and casts Detect Magic again, searching the ship meticulously for any strange inconsistencies.
The chests are no longer magical. Traces of magic are left in the music box, but they are quickly fading.
It opens the box, careful not to break the hinges or anything.
Inside is a mirror and one of those spinning ballerina things. It starts spinning, and making noise. I said noise, not music, because it sounds like a terrified scream, audible from up to 300 feet away.
The Egregore calmly reaches in with its long, clawed fingers, and rips the ballerina out of the box, quite possibly taking some gears and coils with it.
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
The Egregore begins to disassemble the box, hoping to find out how it is making that noise.
The music box seems to be a normal music box, nothing that would produce any sound besides a sweet melody. As it is deconstructed, the Egregore can see something out of the corner of their eye appear and vanish immediately. It seemed to be some sort of long, thin shape, like a rope or a snake.
Jack stumbles into the room, awoken by the awful sound. "What is that awful racket? He sees the strange music box and puts the pieces together. Dashing above-decks, he peers over the side and sees the chests lying open on the shore. He shudders and casts Detect Magic again, searching the ship meticulously for any strange inconsistencies.
The chests are no longer magical. Traces of magic are left in the music box, but they are quickly fading.
whatever was in the chest is now in the ship.
somewhere.
*he's walking through the ship as he's concentrating on detect magic, does he not sense it anywhere?*
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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
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*boat?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*rowboat*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Yay"
Surrounded by Nature!
*ok*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*gtg*
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!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Is it dead?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Suire swoops in and pokes it "it smells dead"
Surrounded by Nature!
The Captain sets about harvesting the turtle’s flesh.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The ballerina is easily ripped out, but the rest of the box isn’t damaged. A new ballerina springs into existence and continues horridly screaming.
Wisteria is a little disgusted
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hi*
The Egregore begins to disassemble the box, hoping to find out how it is making that noise.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*are we back on the ship now that it's dead?
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The music box seems to be a normal music box, nothing that would produce any sound besides a sweet melody. As it is deconstructed, the Egregore can see something out of the corner of their eye appear and vanish immediately. It seemed to be some sort of long, thin shape, like a rope or a snake.
Burdened with the carcass, the rowboat returns to the Barnacle within half an hour.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*yay!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Jack stumbles into the room, awoken by the awful sound. "What is that awful racket? He sees the strange music box and puts the pieces together. Dashing above-decks, he peers over the side and sees the chests lying open on the shore. He shudders and casts Detect Magic again, searching the ship meticulously for any strange inconsistencies.
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 chests are no longer magical. Traces of magic are left in the music box, but they are quickly fading.
whatever was in the chest is now in the ship.
somewhere.
*he's walking through the ship as he's concentrating on detect magic, does he not sense it anywhere?*
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