The Akupara is a turtle ship that makes its rounds through the Astral Plane, visiting various worlds and offering transport, lodgings, and most importantly, cuisine from every part of the multiverse. When it arrives, many come to see what it can offer. From connoisseurs looking to try the food, questants needing shelter, or travelers needing a quick path to their goals, just about anyone could get something from the Akupara.And a ship like that requires a noble captain andmanager (who’s also a skilled chef). Luckily, it probably has one: Ray Gantulga. A somewhat lanky giff, often casually clothed in vibrant blues and oranges, and rarely seen without his M15 rifle, Ray leads his staff loosely and mostly focuses on keeping the establishment afloat. He loves the ship like a child, and would stoop to any depth to keep it safe and funded. There are several other major staff members, like Hoder, the githzeraispelljammer,Tth-Tak, the thri-kreen head of security, Orgrath, the dwarven sous-chef, and Belladonna, the humanpilot.
The steel gangplank of the Akupara hits the wooden dock of the Rock of Bral with a faint thud as it falls, begetting a metal door and small deck on the aft entrance of the ship. As you enter, you see numerous people of all origins and lifestyles dining in the expansive hall/common room. For whatever reason you’re here, you’ve got a lot that may end up happening during your stay, however long it is.
(The second paragraph will be edited often to reflect the ever-changing location and status of the ship)
Rules:
1. Don't be rude. Just remember to be civil in every interaction between users. 2. Surround all out-of-character writing in asterisks. Parentheses are fine, but asterisks would probably be preferred for consistency. 3. Keep things PG-13. I will allow light romantic interactions, but nothing sexually explicit is permitted in any way. 4. If any actions, in or out of character, are making you uncomfortable, please PLEASE speak up about it. 5. Don't exclude people if they're newly-joining. I understand that some interactions might be preferable to others, but everyone should get the same chances to roleplay and have fun. 6. Write well. 7. Put the word "apotheosis" in your first post to show a comprehensive reading of and personal binding to these rules.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
Ray is walking around the common room idly. "Welcome to the Akupara. Two pips a night, today's specials are tarrasque residue salad and Uratlin wedding soup."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
Ray is walking around the common room idly. "Welcome to the Akupara. Two pips a night, today's specials are tarrasque residue salad and Uratlin wedding soup."
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
Ray is walking around the common room idly. "Welcome to the Akupara. Two pips a night, today's specials are tarrasque residue salad and Uratlin wedding soup."
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
"Actually, the tarrasque part is the flaky beige stuff. It's scrapings from old, crumbly scales, since just about every part of a tarrasque is edible. The meat is just ham."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
"Actually, the tarrasque part is the flaky beige stuff. It's scrapings from old, crumbly scales, since just about every part of a tarrasque is edible. The meat is just ham."
He puts a hand to his bearded chin. "Interesting! I'll have to write that down! I doubt it'll be directly useful to me anytime soon, but almost anything is possible, man!"
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
"Actually, the tarrasque part is the flaky beige stuff. It's scrapings from old, crumbly scales, since just about every part of a tarrasque is edible. The meat is just ham."
He puts a hand to his bearded chin. "Interesting! I'll have to write that down! I doubt it'll be directly useful to me anytime soon, but almost anything is possible, man!"
“Yeah. If you need a table we do self-seating. Mondays and Fridays we do reservations.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
Ray is walking around the common room idly. "Welcome to the Akupara. Two pips a night, today's specials are tarrasque residue salad and Uratlin wedding soup."
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
"Actually, the tarrasque part is the flaky beige stuff. It's scrapings from old, crumbly scales, since just about every part of a tarrasque is edible. The meat is just ham."
*Ah yes, serving ham to a humanoid boar. The apotheosis of all people's dreams: cannibalism.*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
Ray is walking around the common room idly. "Welcome to the Akupara. Two pips a night, today's specials are tarrasque residue salad and Uratlin wedding soup."
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
"Actually, the tarrasque part is the flaky beige stuff. It's scrapings from old, crumbly scales, since just about every part of a tarrasque is edible. The meat is just ham."
*Ah yes, serving ham to a humanoid boar. The apotheosis of all people's dreams: cannibalism.*
*hey, everyone needs a well-rounded palate*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A cloaked figure walks silently into The Akupara, and leans against a wall in the common room.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
The Akupara is a turtle ship that makes its rounds through the Astral Plane, visiting various worlds and offering transport, lodgings, and most importantly, cuisine from every part of the multiverse. When it arrives, many come to see what it can offer. From connoisseurs looking to try the food, questants needing shelter, or travelers needing a quick path to their goals, just about anyone could get something from the Akupara. And a ship like that requires a noble captain and manager (who’s also a skilled chef). Luckily, it probably has one: Ray Gantulga. A somewhat lanky giff, often casually clothed in vibrant blues and oranges, and rarely seen without his M15 rifle, Ray leads his staff loosely and mostly focuses on keeping the establishment afloat. He loves the ship like a child, and would stoop to any depth to keep it safe and funded. There are several other major staff members, like Hoder, the githzerai spelljammer, Tth-Tak, the thri-kreen head of security, Orgrath, the dwarven sous-chef, and Belladonna, the human pilot.
The steel gangplank of the Akupara hits the wooden dock of the Rock of Bral with a faint thud as it falls, begetting a metal door and small deck on the aft entrance of the ship. As you enter, you see numerous people of all origins and lifestyles dining in the expansive hall/common room. For whatever reason you’re here, you’ve got a lot that may end up happening during your stay, however long it is.
(The second paragraph will be edited often to reflect the ever-changing location and status of the ship)
Rules:
1. Don't be rude. Just remember to be civil in every interaction between users.
2. Surround all out-of-character writing in asterisks. Parentheses are fine, but asterisks would probably be preferred for consistency.
3. Keep things PG-13. I will allow light romantic interactions, but nothing sexually explicit is permitted in any way.
4. If any actions, in or out of character, are making you uncomfortable, please PLEASE speak up about it.
5. Don't exclude people if they're newly-joining. I understand that some interactions might be preferable to others, but everyone should get the same chances to roleplay and have fun.
6. Write well.
7. Put the word "apotheosis" in your first post to show a comprehensive reading of and personal binding to these rules.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*My, my. How apotheosis of you.*
A mountain of a boar-man, clad in relatively simple yet heavily adorned adamantine armor, bounds toward the mighty turtle ship with a jolly stride. Mechanical arms wrap around him, emerging from the animated cookstove on his back. Hanging on his armor in many places are strips of black-and-white striped fabric, as ancient as the sturdy tapestry of an apron over his round belly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Ray is walking around the common room idly. "Welcome to the Akupara. Two pips a night, today's specials are tarrasque residue salad and Uratlin wedding soup."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The porcine oni nods. "Sounds great! Haven't had tarrasque before! The scariest thing I've ever tasted was Balor, so I'm pretty excited!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Actually, the tarrasque part is the flaky beige stuff. It's scrapings from old, crumbly scales, since just about every part of a tarrasque is edible. The meat is just ham."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He puts a hand to his bearded chin. "Interesting! I'll have to write that down! I doubt it'll be directly useful to me anytime soon, but almost anything is possible, man!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“Yeah. If you need a table we do self-seating. Mondays and Fridays we do reservations.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I gotta sleep now. Lawrence is bullying me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Apotheosis, which is defined as the act of going from mortality into the realm of godhood, as in the case of the Buddha. Also hello Jobah.*
*yo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Give me some time, I’ll think of someone for this.*
*take your time bro*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*This thread is very apotheosis. Will intro if I get a good character idea*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
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
*👍*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ah yes, serving ham to a humanoid boar. The apotheosis of all people's dreams: cannibalism.*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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*hey, everyone needs a well-rounded palate*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A cloaked figure walks silently into The Akupara, and leans against a wall in the common room.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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Ray watches them sullenly. “Whatcha want?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Safe passage. To the other side of wildspace, and maybe further."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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“Where would that be? What system?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.