Another warforged shambles in. His leg is worn and he uses a mechanical cane to walk around. A small mechanical camera looking device sits on his shoulder. He wears your average pirate Cloak and hat. He looks around trying to get his bearings his red eyes scanning the other patrons and his location.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
Another warforged shambles in. His leg is worn and he uses a mechanical cane to walk around. A small mechanical camera looking device sits on his shoulder. He wears your average pirate Cloak and hat. He looks around trying to get his bearings his red eyes scanning the other patrons and his location.
A smiling man in a zoot suit and fedora strides over to you. He carries an umbrella in one hand and a cocktail in the other and he walks with an odd skipping bounce, almost as if he was dancing.
"Well hello there! Welcome aboard mister metal man!"
Another warforged shambles in. His leg is worn and he uses a mechanical cane to walk around. A small mechanical camera looking device sits on his shoulder. He wears your average pirate Cloak and hat. He looks around trying to get his bearings his red eyes scanning the other patrons and his location.
A smiling man in a zoot suit and fedora strides over to you. He carries an umbrella in one hand and a cocktail in the other and he walks with an odd skipping bounce, almost as if he was dancing.
"Well hello there! Welcome aboard mister metal man!"
The warforged is at first surprised by this. Then he stands upright and says "Hello. What is your name. I am pirate. What is the name this place"
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
Another warforged shambles in. His leg is worn and he uses a mechanical cane to walk around. A small mechanical camera looking device sits on his shoulder. He wears your average pirate Cloak and hat. He looks around trying to get his bearings his red eyes scanning the other patrons and his location.
A smiling man in a zoot suit and fedora strides over to you. He carries an umbrella in one hand and a cocktail in the other and he walks with an odd skipping bounce, almost as if he was dancing.
"Well hello there! Welcome aboard mister metal man!"
The warforged is at first surprised by this. Then he stands upright and says "Hello. What is your name. I am pirate. What is the name this place"
"Welcome to the Gut, Pirate! Come digest with us all! You can call me Benji Brasswood." He finishes off his cocktail and sets it down on a barrel.
Benji Brasswood is playing a saxophone on a street corner with his hat laid out before him.
Aunt Pleasant, an old, seven and a half foot tall grey skinned woman wearing a sunflower patterned blue dress walks by, and gives them some money. 5 silver pieces.
Benji Brasswood is playing a saxophone on a street corner with his hat laid out before him.
Aunt Pleasant, an old, seven and a half foot tall grey skinned woman wearing a sunflower patterned blue dress walks by, and gives them some money. 5 silver pieces.
He smiles and finishes his song with impressive skill, "Thank you, granny. I greatly appreciate it." The sax shines in the sunlight like gold. Almost exactly like gold if you didn't know any better.
Nueve is inscribing a pattern on the ceiling somewhere using his eye rays.
A man in a zoot suit walks up and stops dead upon seeing you. "What are you vandalizing this fine establishment for?"
“Chronurgy magic, Mr Brasswood. I intend to go back to the future where I belong.”
"Why worry about the future? Today is here, tomorrow is gone, and the future ain't happened yet. I'd focus on what's already here, today is beautiful ain't it? You never know how many days you'll get, why rush through them?"
"Oh yeah this feels right," he mutters uncertainly. He grabs a few random food items off of the shelves as he makes a beeline for the door, and opens it.
He finds himself in a massive kitchen, with bustling cooks all around him, too busy to pay much attention to the warforged.
He experiences a mild sensory overload, then gets over it and smiles happily. "Time to test out my new tongue!" And he dunks his head in a pot of soup.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Oh yeah this feels right," he mutters uncertainly. He grabs a few random food items off of the shelves as he makes a beeline for the door, and opens it.
He finds himself in a massive kitchen, with bustling cooks all around him, too busy to pay much attention to the warforged.
He experiences a mild sensory overload, then gets over it and smiles happily. "Time to test out my new tongue!" And he dunks his head in a pot of soup.
"STOP." Before he dunks his head in a pot of boiling hot soup, someone grabs him by the neck and throws him against the wall. A tall, rail-thin man with a flabby, humanoid mask stands before him.
"That is not how you conduct yourself in a professional kitchen!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “It’s worthless, falling apart, but still a pretty nice hat. You okay there?”
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “It’s worthless, falling apart, but still a pretty nice hat. You okay there?”
“Just… swinging.” He waits a few seconds before speaking more clearly. “If it’s so worthless, why don’t you throw it away? I’m sure there are plenty of nicer hats on this ship, it’s got everything.”
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “It’s worthless, falling apart, but still a pretty nice hat. You okay there?”
“Just… swinging.” He waits a few seconds before speaking more clearly. “If it’s so worthless, why don’t you throw it away? I’m sure there are plenty of nicer hats on this ship, it’s got everything.”
“It’s all I have left of me crew. This was the captain’s hat.”
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “It’s worthless, falling apart, but still a pretty nice hat. You okay there?”
“Just… swinging.” He waits a few seconds before speaking more clearly. “If it’s so worthless, why don’t you throw it away? I’m sure there are plenty of nicer hats on this ship, it’s got everything.”
“It’s all I have left of me crew. This was the captain’s hat.”
“Ah, I see. I thought there was something more behind it.” He steps closer, eyes affixed to the hat. “Every cat needs a nice hat. I know a man that can make old things new. How would you like it if I called upon him for a favor?”
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “It’s worthless, falling apart, but still a pretty nice hat. You okay there?”
“Just… swinging.” He waits a few seconds before speaking more clearly. “If it’s so worthless, why don’t you throw it away? I’m sure there are plenty of nicer hats on this ship, it’s got everything.”
“It’s all I have left of me crew. This was the captain’s hat.”
“Ah, I see. I thought there was something more behind it.” He steps closer, eyes affixed to the hat. “Every cat needs a nice hat. I know a man that can make old things new. How would you like it if I called upon him for a favor?”
He smiles. “That’d sure be nice. You’d really do something like that for free?”
Another warforged shambles in. His leg is worn and he uses a mechanical cane to walk around. A small mechanical camera looking device sits on his shoulder. He wears your average pirate Cloak and hat. He looks around trying to get his bearings his red eyes scanning the other patrons and his location.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
A smiling man in a zoot suit and fedora strides over to you. He carries an umbrella in one hand and a cocktail in the other and he walks with an odd skipping bounce, almost as if he was dancing.
"Well hello there! Welcome aboard mister metal man!"
The warforged is at first surprised by this. Then he stands upright and says "Hello. What is your name. I am pirate. What is the name this place"
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
"Welcome to the Gut, Pirate! Come digest with us all! You can call me Benji Brasswood." He finishes off his cocktail and sets it down on a barrel.
Benji Brasswood is playing a saxophone on a street corner with his hat laid out before him.
Aunt Pleasant, an old, seven and a half foot tall grey skinned woman wearing a sunflower patterned blue dress walks by, and gives them some money. 5 silver pieces.
Nueve is inscribing a pattern on the ceiling somewhere using his eye rays.
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He smiles and finishes his song with impressive skill, "Thank you, granny. I greatly appreciate it." The sax shines in the sunlight like gold. Almost exactly like gold if you didn't know any better.
A man in a zoot suit walks up and stops dead upon seeing you. "What are you vandalizing this fine establishment for?"
“Chronurgy magic, Mr Brasswood. I intend to go back to the future where I belong.”
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Why worry about the future? Today is here, tomorrow is gone, and the future ain't happened yet. I'd focus on what's already here, today is beautiful ain't it? You never know how many days you'll get, why rush through them?"
Nathan is stitching a patch to his hat, which is apparently millions of cycles old.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"STOP." Before he dunks his head in a pot of boiling hot soup, someone grabs him by the neck and throws him against the wall. A tall, rail-thin man with a flabby, humanoid mask stands before him.
"That is not how you conduct yourself in a professional kitchen!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Around the corner dances a wild man. His shirt is untucked, his coat flaps about in one hand and his hat is held on his head by the other. His feet fly in a flurry of coordination. Upon seeing you he stops and leans against a wall to catch his breath. “Nice…” he pants, “hat… old…”
“Thanks,” he murmurs. “It’s worthless, falling apart, but still a pretty nice hat. You okay there?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Just… swinging.” He waits a few seconds before speaking more clearly. “If it’s so worthless, why don’t you throw it away? I’m sure there are plenty of nicer hats on this ship, it’s got everything.”
“It’s all I have left of me crew. This was the captain’s hat.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Ah, I see. I thought there was something more behind it.” He steps closer, eyes affixed to the hat. “Every cat needs a nice hat. I know a man that can make old things new. How would you like it if I called upon him for a favor?”
He smiles. “That’d sure be nice. You’d really do something like that for free?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis