*Scallops. Near impossible to get where I live, so when I can get them by the coast it’s half an hour of heaven.*
Abalone “Twister” Aikan wanders in, trailing Stygian water that sizzles gently against the floorboards. They carry a leather bag chock-full of various sorts of instruments — it’s taller than the genasi themself and looks comically heavy.
Barbatos cocks his head, his neck joints crunching. "Ya handlin yerself, Twister? That bag don't look very light."
They stumble. “Doin’ fine, Barbs. The tricky part will be playing for a crowd like this!”
Aikan gestures to the assembled crowd of oceanic monstrosities with a carefree smile on their face. “‘Course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Overworld is nice and all, but everyone’s so high-strung up there. Down here, you folks how to party.”
A person (they appear to be an elf) who has short (like a pixie cut) jet black hair with green tips, a gold necklace inlaid with a sapphire, and a lute slung over their back comes in. "Hello."
*edit: my favorite seafood is salmon sashimi*
Barbatos turns his head from behind the counter. His joints creak and crunch and a couple barnacles crumble off his chest. He speaks in a low, gravelly voice. "An elf? How'd you manage to make it the ocean floor?"
"This. It's a Necklace of Adaptation! I found it on the beach, and decided to explore." they say.
"Ah, quite the trinket, lassy." He knocks on the bar in front of him, gesturing for her to have a seat. "Let me serve you up right."
*they use they/them pronouns btw*
They take a seat. "Thank you."
*Oh mb*
"That lute must be mighty out of tune from the pressure down here. Maybe get it tuned up while I fix ya a drink."
"Alright." They begin tuning their lute.
"Whaddaya want? Virgin? Sparkling? Pick yer poison."
"Umm, do you have tea?"
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Haiiiiii, I’m Druid! (he/they/it/moth/fae/star) I'm a smol insane queer lil' mess with a terrible mental state! I'm also a therian and furry :3 My current obsessions are The Amazing Digital Circus and Hazbin Hotel, so if you ever wanna chat about that, I'm always happy to! GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER.
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
*Scallops. Near impossible to get where I live, so when I can get them by the coast it’s half an hour of heaven.*
Abalone “Twister” Aikan wanders in, trailing Stygian water that sizzles gently against the floorboards. They carry a leather bag chock-full of various sorts of instruments — it’s taller than the genasi themself and looks comically heavy.
Barbatos cocks his head, his neck joints crunching. "Ya handlin yerself, Twister? That bag don't look very light."
They stumble. “Doin’ fine, Barbs. The tricky part will be playing for a crowd like this!”
Aikan gestures to the assembled crowd of oceanic monstrosities with a carefree smile on their face. “‘Course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Overworld is nice and all, but everyone’s so high-strung up there. Down here, you folks how to party.”
The crowd of monsters all cheer and clink their glasses. Barbatos chuckles and takes a bite out of a mug, crunching on the glass. "Play away, then. An' don't call me Barbs."
The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning can be heard from the kitchen. Anyone who goes inside would see a giant of a Sea elf, cleaning dishes and making sure meals are prepared for future customers. There is a battle axe on display in the kitchen, seemingly untouched in years. His apron is covered in old blood and stains as he works. *Character name: Atlas*
A person (they appear to be an elf) who has short (like a pixie cut) jet black hair with green tips, a gold necklace inlaid with a sapphire, and a lute slung over their back comes in. "Hello."
*edit: my favorite seafood is salmon sashimi*
Barbatos turns his head from behind the counter. His joints creak and crunch and a couple barnacles crumble off his chest. He speaks in a low, gravelly voice. "An elf? How'd you manage to make it the ocean floor?"
"This. It's a Necklace of Adaptation! I found it on the beach, and decided to explore." they say.
"Ah, quite the trinket, lassy." He knocks on the bar in front of him, gesturing for her to have a seat. "Let me serve you up right."
*they use they/them pronouns btw*
They take a seat. "Thank you."
*Oh mb*
"That lute must be mighty out of tune from the pressure down here. Maybe get it tuned up while I fix ya a drink."
"Alright." They begin tuning their lute.
"Whaddaya want? Virgin? Sparkling? Pick yer poison."
"Umm, do you have tea?"
He gives her a side eye and takes another bite out of a mug. He says through a mouthful of glass. "No."
*Scallops. Near impossible to get where I live, so when I can get them by the coast it’s half an hour of heaven.*
Abalone “Twister” Aikan wanders in, trailing Stygian water that sizzles gently against the floorboards. They carry a leather bag chock-full of various sorts of instruments — it’s taller than the genasi themself and looks comically heavy.
Barbatos cocks his head, his neck joints crunching. "Ya handlin yerself, Twister? That bag don't look very light."
They stumble. “Doin’ fine, Barbs. The tricky part will be playing for a crowd like this!”
Aikan gestures to the assembled crowd of oceanic monstrosities with a carefree smile on their face. “‘Course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Overworld is nice and all, but everyone’s so high-strung up there. Down here, you folks how to party.”
The crowd of monsters all cheer and clink their glasses. Barbatos chuckles and takes a bite out of a mug, crunching on the glass. "Play away, then. An' don't call me Barbs."
Twister winks. “Roger that, Cap’n Bates. But not tonight. Tuning these things is a pain up top, and on the ocean floor it’s near impossible to keep the notes from soundin’ flat. I’ll tinker with it tonight an’ maybe tomorrow you can hear one o’ my famous shanties, about a shipwrecked cruiser called the Gut. Quite a fascinating tale, if I do say so myself.”
*Scallops. Near impossible to get where I live, so when I can get them by the coast it’s half an hour of heaven.*
Abalone “Twister” Aikan wanders in, trailing Stygian water that sizzles gently against the floorboards. They carry a leather bag chock-full of various sorts of instruments — it’s taller than the genasi themself and looks comically heavy.
Barbatos cocks his head, his neck joints crunching. "Ya handlin yerself, Twister? That bag don't look very light."
They stumble. “Doin’ fine, Barbs. The tricky part will be playing for a crowd like this!”
Aikan gestures to the assembled crowd of oceanic monstrosities with a carefree smile on their face. “‘Course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Overworld is nice and all, but everyone’s so high-strung up there. Down here, you folks how to party.”
The crowd of monsters all cheer and clink their glasses. Barbatos chuckles and takes a bite out of a mug, crunching on the glass. "Play away, then. An' don't call me Barbs."
Twister winks. “Roger that, Cap’n Bates. But not tonight. Tuning these things is a pain up top, and on the ocean floor it’s near impossible to keep the notes from soundin’ flat. I’ll tinker with it tonight an’ maybe tomorrow you can hear one o’ my famous shanties, about a shipwrecked cruiser called the Gut. Quite a fascinating tale, if I do say so myself.”
"I've heard of the Gut before. Poseidon keeps me updated on the surface world an' it's events."
My favorite seafood is oysters. Theyre just goooooood.
A young turquoise skinned guy is looking around.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning can be heard from the kitchen. Anyone who goes inside would see a giant of a Sea elf, cleaning dishes and making sure meals are prepared for future customers. There is a battle axe on display in the kitchen, seemingly untouched in years. His apron is covered in old blood and stains as he works.
*Also Crab*
Someone pokes their head into the kitchen. It is an old-ish man with shoulder length silver hair and stubble on his face. He wears a trenchcoat with a turtleneck and some steam powered gadgets underneath. Along with a pair of reading glasses, there is a sly grin on his face. "Hello there. Who might you be?"
*Scallops. Near impossible to get where I live, so when I can get them by the coast it’s half an hour of heaven.*
Abalone “Twister” Aikan wanders in, trailing Stygian water that sizzles gently against the floorboards. They carry a leather bag chock-full of various sorts of instruments — it’s taller than the genasi themself and looks comically heavy.
Barbatos cocks his head, his neck joints crunching. "Ya handlin yerself, Twister? That bag don't look very light."
They stumble. “Doin’ fine, Barbs. The tricky part will be playing for a crowd like this!”
Aikan gestures to the assembled crowd of oceanic monstrosities with a carefree smile on their face. “‘Course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Overworld is nice and all, but everyone’s so high-strung up there. Down here, you folks how to party.”
The crowd of monsters all cheer and clink their glasses. Barbatos chuckles and takes a bite out of a mug, crunching on the glass. "Play away, then. An' don't call me Barbs."
Twister winks. “Roger that, Cap’n Bates. But not tonight. Tuning these things is a pain up top, and on the ocean floor it’s near impossible to keep the notes from soundin’ flat. I’ll tinker with it tonight an’ maybe tomorrow you can hear one o’ my famous shanties, about a shipwrecked cruiser called the Gut. Quite a fascinating tale, if I do say so myself.”
"I've heard of the Gut before. Poseidon keeps me updated on the surface world an' it's events."
A chuckle. “I stopped trying to understand surface folk motives a long time ago. It’s a messy place up there, and we’re better off down here — as far from them as possible.”
The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning can be heard from the kitchen. Anyone who goes inside would see a giant of a Sea elf, cleaning dishes and making sure meals are prepared for future customers. There is a battle axe on display in the kitchen, seemingly untouched in years. His apron is covered in old blood and stains as he works.
*Also Crab*
Someone pokes their head into the kitchen. It is an old-ish man with shoulder length silver hair and stubble on his face. He wears a trenchcoat with a turtleneck and some steam powered gadgets underneath. Along with a pair of reading glasses, there is a sly grin on his face. "Hello there. Who might you be?"
"Atlas. Do you have a personal order or are you simply here to chat?" Atlas says cleaning the dishes.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
My favorite seafood is oysters. Theyre just goooooood.
A young turquoise skinned guy is looking around.
Brine walks over "do you know how to work this?" they ask (holds out a flintlock)
He looks bored. “Yeah. I guess.” He pulls open his dark blue cloak (I’ll add more of a desc later) to reveal a whole arsenal of weapons, including many flintlocks.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*yay it’s here! I’ve basically never had any sea food before*
*WUT*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The sound of sizzling and the smell of burning can be heard from the kitchen. Anyone who goes inside would see a giant of a Sea elf, cleaning dishes and making sure meals are prepared for future customers. There is a battle axe on display in the kitchen, seemingly untouched in years. His apron is covered in old blood and stains as he works.
*Also Crab*
Someone pokes their head into the kitchen. It is an old-ish man with shoulder length silver hair and stubble on his face. He wears a trenchcoat with a turtleneck and some steam powered gadgets underneath. Along with a pair of reading glasses, there is a sly grin on his face. "Hello there. Who might you be?"
"Atlas. Do you have a personal order or are you simply here to chat?" Atlas says cleaning the dishes.
"I am intrigued by anything and everything down here. I would simply like to chat."
My favorite seafood is oysters. Theyre just goooooood.
A young turquoise skinned guy is looking around.
Brine walks over "do you know how to work this?" they ask (holds out a flintlock)
He looks bored. “Yeah. I guess.” He pulls open his dark blue cloak (I’ll add more of a desc later) to reveal a whole arsenal of weapons, including many flintlocks.
They stumble. “Doin’ fine, Barbs. The tricky part will be playing for a crowd like this!”
Aikan gestures to the assembled crowd of oceanic monstrosities with a carefree smile on their face. “‘Course, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Overworld is nice and all, but everyone’s so high-strung up there. Down here, you folks how to party.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Umm, do you have tea?"
Haiiiiii, I’m Druid! (he/they/it/moth/fae/star) I'm a smol insane queer lil' mess with a terrible mental state! I'm also a therian and furry :3 My current obsessions are The Amazing Digital Circus and Hazbin Hotel, so if you ever wanna chat about that, I'm always happy to! GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER.
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
The crowd of monsters all cheer and clink their glasses. Barbatos chuckles and takes a bite out of a mug, crunching on the glass. "Play away, then. An' don't call me Barbs."
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
Brine pulls out a strange-looking machine (flintlock) "Get figure out hide nor hair of this thing" they say shaking it.
"Big sword, bigger brain"
-BigBrainGoblin
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He gives her a side eye and takes another bite out of a mug. He says through a mouthful of glass. "No."
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As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
Twister winks. “Roger that, Cap’n Bates. But not tonight. Tuning these things is a pain up top, and on the ocean floor it’s near impossible to keep the notes from soundin’ flat. I’ll tinker with it tonight an’ maybe tomorrow you can hear one o’ my famous shanties, about a shipwrecked cruiser called the Gut. Quite a fascinating tale, if I do say so myself.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"I've heard of the Gut before. Poseidon keeps me updated on the surface world an' it's events."
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
Hey :)
My favorite seafood is oysters. Theyre just goooooood.
A young turquoise skinned guy is looking around.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Brine walks over "do you know how to work this?" they ask (holds out a flintlock)
"Big sword, bigger brain"
-BigBrainGoblin
Someone pokes their head into the kitchen. It is an old-ish man with shoulder length silver hair and stubble on his face. He wears a trenchcoat with a turtleneck and some steam powered gadgets underneath. Along with a pair of reading glasses, there is a sly grin on his face. "Hello there. Who might you be?"
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
*yay it’s here! I’ve basically never had any sea food before*
Atlas walks out of the kitchen holding ten plate, placing them on a table before stalking back into the kitchen silently despite his large frame.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
A chuckle. “I stopped trying to understand surface folk motives a long time ago. It’s a messy place up there, and we’re better off down here — as far from them as possible.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Atlas. Do you have a personal order or are you simply here to chat?" Atlas says cleaning the dishes.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He looks bored. “Yeah. I guess.” He pulls open his dark blue cloak (I’ll add more of a desc later) to reveal a whole arsenal of weapons, including many flintlocks.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*WUT*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"I am intrigued by anything and everything down here. I would simply like to chat."
Gradius2's less frequent non-mobile account.
As Drummer said, I am ASCENDED
"Whats your name?"
"Big sword, bigger brain"
-BigBrainGoblin
A man strides into a tavern, a mask covering his face. He seems to be a cultist of some sort. He whispers to himself.
*Insert other intro here. Aka will intro another person soon.*
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