His hand passes through the vial, like it’s an illusion.
”I asked politely!” Says the creature in a shrill mockery of Nucrose. At least he assumes it’s a mockery.
He sighs and goes back to work. "Feel free, I guess. Not like I have anything left I can lose."
“Eh-uhm…” the vial of acid closes itself and sets itself down.
”you aren’t going to try and do anything?” It asks, genuinely puzzled.
"What would the point be? You'd just keep trying to bother me. If I ignore you long enough, you'll lose interest eventually. Or someone with something hopefully less critical to do will catch your eye and you'll forget I was even there. You don't genuinely care about what I do or how I feel. You just want someone to react to you. This is about as strong a reaction as you're likely to get out of me, I'm afraid."
Vargus is on the upper deck of rhe barnacle, talking to their sheathed blade
An enormous white dire wolf runs up to him, holding a stick in their mouth, their tail wagging. Their green collar reads, “Tily,”
Tily the wolf drops the stick at Vargus’ feet, looking up at them expectantly.
The shark picks up the stick curiously, watching the wold for a few moments before tossing the stick over the edge of the deck a decent distance, "Um, fetch?"
The wolf jumps off the edge of the deck, and swims/runs towards the stick grabbing it in their mouth, and then climbs the bridge thing connecting the boat to the shore back up to them. Following them is a woman in a black cloak with brown hair, light skin, and green eyes.
“sorry, Tily is a bit too friendly. Did she bother you at all?”
Vargus is on the upper deck of rhe barnacle, talking to their sheathed blade
An enormous white dire wolf runs up to him, holding a stick in their mouth, their tail wagging. Their green collar reads, “Tily,”
Tily the wolf drops the stick at Vargus’ feet, looking up at them expectantly.
The shark picks up the stick curiously, watching the wold for a few moments before tossing the stick over the edge of the deck a decent distance, "Um, fetch?"
The wolf jumps off the edge of the deck, and swims/runs towards the stick grabbing it in their mouth, and then climbs the bridge thing connecting the boat to the shore back up to them. Following them is a woman in a black cloak with brown hair, light skin, and green eyes.
“sorry, Tily is a bit too friendly. Did she bother you at all?”
"Nah, I don't mind none" He says, petting the wolf, "They yer wolf? Or do you just look after them?"
His hand passes through the vial, like it’s an illusion.
”I asked politely!” Says the creature in a shrill mockery of Nucrose. At least he assumes it’s a mockery.
He sighs and goes back to work. "Feel free, I guess. Not like I have anything left I can lose."
“Eh-uhm…” the vial of acid closes itself and sets itself down.
”you aren’t going to try and do anything?” It asks, genuinely puzzled.
"What would the point be? You'd just keep trying to bother me. If I ignore you long enough, you'll lose interest eventually. Or someone with something hopefully less critical to do will catch your eye and you'll forget I was even there. You don't genuinely care about what I do or how I feel. You just want someone to react to you. This is about as strong a reaction as you're likely to get out of me, I'm afraid."
“I-…” it stops possessing the vial, appearing as a small, long weasel creature with pure white fur and an extra pair of legs. It looks too thin for a weasel, like it hasn’t eaten in years.
”nothing ever works…” it coils around a nearby part of the ship, like a rope or something.
Vargus is on the upper deck of rhe barnacle, talking to their sheathed blade
An enormous white dire wolf runs up to him, holding a stick in their mouth, their tail wagging. Their green collar reads, “Tily,”
Tily the wolf drops the stick at Vargus’ feet, looking up at them expectantly.
The shark picks up the stick curiously, watching the wold for a few moments before tossing the stick over the edge of the deck a decent distance, "Um, fetch?"
The wolf jumps off the edge of the deck, and swims/runs towards the stick grabbing it in their mouth, and then climbs the bridge thing connecting the boat to the shore back up to them. Following them is a woman in a black cloak with brown hair, light skin, and green eyes.
“sorry, Tily is a bit too friendly. Did she bother you at all?”
"Nah, I don't mind none" He says, petting the wolf, "They yer wolf? Or do you just look after them?"
“She’s my best friend. Met her a few years ago and she started following me since. She tries to talk to strangers too much though.”
"What would the point be? You'd just keep trying to bother me. If I ignore you long enough, you'll lose interest eventually. Or someone with something hopefully less critical to do will catch your eye and you'll forget I was even there. You don't genuinely care about what I do or how I feel. You just want someone to react to you. This is about as strong a reaction as you're likely to get out of me, I'm afraid."
“I-…” it stops possessing the vial, appearing as a small, long weasel creature with pure white fur and an extra pair of legs. It looks too thin for a weasel, like it hasn’t eaten in years.
”nothing ever works…” it coils around a nearby part of the ship, like a rope or something.
"You feed on annoyance, don't you? Shame. I know what it's like to be hated for something that you can't control." He keeps working as though nothing has happened.
"What would the point be? You'd just keep trying to bother me. If I ignore you long enough, you'll lose interest eventually. Or someone with something hopefully less critical to do will catch your eye and you'll forget I was even there. You don't genuinely care about what I do or how I feel. You just want someone to react to you. This is about as strong a reaction as you're likely to get out of me, I'm afraid."
“I-…” it stops possessing the vial, appearing as a small, long weasel creature with pure white fur and an extra pair of legs. It looks too thin for a weasel, like it hasn’t eaten in years.
”nothing ever works…” it coils around a nearby part of the ship, like a rope or something.
"You feed on annoyance, don't you? Shame. I know what it's like to be hated for something that you can't control." He keeps working as though nothing has happened.
“I don’t like it. It’s not fair.” It turns it’s head towards them.
"You feed on annoyance, don't you? Shame. I know what it's like to be hated for something that you can't control." He keeps working as though nothing has happened.
“I don’t like it. It’s not fair.” It turns it’s head towards them.
”what are you making?”
"Right now? Quicktaffy. It expands and slops out everywhere. Very sticky. It can knock a Roc out of the sky."
Vargus is on the upper deck of rhe barnacle, talking to their sheathed blade
An enormous white dire wolf runs up to him, holding a stick in their mouth, their tail wagging. Their green collar reads, “Tily,”
Tily the wolf drops the stick at Vargus’ feet, looking up at them expectantly.
The shark picks up the stick curiously, watching the wold for a few moments before tossing the stick over the edge of the deck a decent distance, "Um, fetch?"
The wolf jumps off the edge of the deck, and swims/runs towards the stick grabbing it in their mouth, and then climbs the bridge thing connecting the boat to the shore back up to them. Following them is a woman in a black cloak with brown hair, light skin, and green eyes.
“sorry, Tily is a bit too friendly. Did she bother you at all?”
"Nah, I don't mind none" He says, petting the wolf, "They yer wolf? Or do you just look after them?"
“She’s my best friend. Met her a few years ago and she started following me since. She tries to talk to strangers too much though.”
He nods in understanding, "Animals have that sense."
"You feed on annoyance, don't you? Shame. I know what it's like to be hated for something that you can't control." He keeps working as though nothing has happened.
“I don’t like it. It’s not fair.” It turns it’s head towards them.
”what are you making?”
"Right now? Quicktaffy. It expands and slops out everywhere. Very sticky. It can knock a Roc out of the sky."
“A Roc? As in the bird? That must be some powerful taffy,” it says.
"Alright" she smiles and throws the stick for the wolf
*I have terrible timing but would this be the equivalent of a human throwing a human bone to a wolf, because Wisteria is a dryad?*
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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
*Yessirrrrr! For some reason, it feels so good and makes me so happy to like tie in characters from other threads. Especially gods n stuff.*
He nods in understanding. "Yes, not many folks have heard of him. Yet he plays a fairly big role in the worlds, as a god of music and fire." He sits up. "Does your divine one have a name?"
“Oooofff course! It’s *noises unpronounceable by the humanoid tongue* iiiitttssss deeeeeep speeeeech for ‘eater of pearls,’”
He tries unsuccessfully to pronounce it. "Well! Very cool, I, um.. like the sound of it!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"What would the point be? You'd just keep trying to bother me. If I ignore you long enough, you'll lose interest eventually. Or someone with something hopefully less critical to do will catch your eye and you'll forget I was even there. You don't genuinely care about what I do or how I feel. You just want someone to react to you. This is about as strong a reaction as you're likely to get out of me, I'm afraid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The wolf jumps off the edge of the deck, and swims/runs towards the stick grabbing it in their mouth, and then climbs the bridge thing connecting the boat to the shore back up to them. Following them is a woman in a black cloak with brown hair, light skin, and green eyes.
“sorry, Tily is a bit too friendly. Did she bother you at all?”
"Nah, I don't mind none" He says, petting the wolf, "They yer wolf? Or do you just look after them?"
“I-…” it stops possessing the vial, appearing as a small, long weasel creature with pure white fur and an extra pair of legs. It looks too thin for a weasel, like it hasn’t eaten in years.
”nothing ever works…” it coils around a nearby part of the ship, like a rope or something.
“She’s my best friend. Met her a few years ago and she started following me since. She tries to talk to strangers too much though.”
"You feed on annoyance, don't you? Shame. I know what it's like to be hated for something that you can't control." He keeps working as though nothing has happened.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I don’t like it. It’s not fair.” It turns it’s head towards them.
”what are you making?”
"Right now? Quicktaffy. It expands and slops out everywhere. Very sticky. It can knock a Roc out of the sky."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods in understanding, "Animals have that sense."
“A Roc? As in the bird? That must be some powerful taffy,” it says.
"IF I EVEN BREATH ON THIS BODY 'O S*** IT'LL GO DOWN TO SUB ZERO TEMPERATURES! AND I CAN'T SWIM!!!" The kobold shouts in a VERY annoyed way.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Normiah rolls his eyes, but gets a rope and throws it down.
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*I have terrible timing but would this be the equivalent of a human throwing a human bone to a wolf, because Wisteria is a dryad?*
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
*Relateable!*
*That’d be fine by me. My next encounter won’t happen until we’re at sea, unless of course someone does something new like Baalze’s candy pirates.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
He tries unsuccessfully to pronounce it. "Well! Very cool, I, um.. like the sound of it!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*I have plans (maniacal laughter)*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*I like the sound of that.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Though it won't happen immediately after we leave for sea, probably will be after one of your sea encounters*
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, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*Alright, cool. Not sure when we’ll leave. Probably today or tomorrow.*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Can your laugh be anything other than mainiacal?
I also have the ability to manifest my thoughts in ways that cut people. I call this power words. -Tasha
I play 3.5E…sometimes.
Come swim over to the Bloody Barnacle! The Bloody Barnacle against the world!
They/them
My avatar is stuck in Archeon help would be ideal.
Silhouette of determination! Thanks drum!