βA shipwreck, though we were headed to this general area anywayβ¦β
βHowβd that happen anyways, the shipwreck I mean.β
βPirates. Well, moreso marauders, but they shunted us onto the rocks and we all fled. I hope theyβre alrightβ¦β
βWhyβs that? Theyβre pirates? Or are you referring to the other passengers?β Eya asks.
Her left eye then changes from teal to orange and her accent from English to Scottish.
βI doubt they are honey. I doubt they are..β Eya cooed.
βYes, I was referring to my friends.β She confirms, not being at all affected by this change. βIβmβ¦ pretty confident that at least Ix made it outβ¦β
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No news is good newsβ¦
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
βA shipwreck, though we were headed to this general area anywayβ¦β
βHowβd that happen anyways, the shipwreck I mean.β
βPirates. Well, moreso marauders, but they shunted us onto the rocks and we all fled. I hope theyβre alrightβ¦β
βWhyβs that? Theyβre pirates? Or are you referring to the other passengers?β Eya asks.
Her left eye then changes from teal to orange and her accent from English to Scottish.
βI doubt they are honey. I doubt they are..β Eya cooed.
βYes, I was referring to my friends.β She confirms, not being at all affected by this change. βIβmβ¦ pretty confident that at least Ix made it outβ¦β
βGood, because the pirates donβt exactly deserve to be safe. Now would you like some help looking for your friends?β Eya/Mahl asks.
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
The tall armored dragonborn stretches, the sound of metal scraping metal, and blood oozing apparent
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
Eya breathes in the oil before heading back to the docks. Looking for the man who she had seen there earlier.
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
The tall armored dragonborn stretches, the sound of metal scraping metal, and blood oozing apparent
Jenkins, who is out for a stroll, snorts "Who're you?'
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
Eya breathes in the oil before heading back to the docks. Looking for the man who she had seen there earlier.
He sits there, on a crate, smoking and reading a book. A lantern sits besides him on the ground.
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
Eya breathes in the oil before heading back to the docks. Looking for the man who she had seen there earlier.
He sits there, on a crate, smoking and reading a book. A lantern sits besides him on the ground.
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
Eya breathes in the oil before heading back to the docks. Looking for the man who she had seen there earlier.
He sits there, on a crate, smoking and reading a book. A lantern sits besides him on the ground.
Eya smiles and trots over to him.
βYou wanted to see me, sir?β She asks.
"Hm? No, I do not think so." He shakes his head. He closes the book and tilts his head.
βHowβd that happen anyways, the shipwreck I mean.β
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
βPirates. Well, moreso marauders, but they shunted us onto the rocks and we all fled. I hope theyβre alrightβ¦β
No news is good newsβ¦
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
βWhyβs that? Theyβre pirates? Or are you referring to the other passengers?β Eya asks.
Her left eye then changes from teal to orange and her accent from English to Scottish.
βI doubt they are honey. I doubt they are..β Eya cooed.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
βYes, I was referring to my friends.β She confirms, not being at all affected by this change. βIβmβ¦ pretty confident that at least Ix made it outβ¦β
No news is good newsβ¦
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
βGood, because the pirates donβt exactly deserve to be safe. Now would you like some help looking for your friends?β Eya/Mahl asks.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*This is such a cool thread. I want it to last a long time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*same, though I canβt tell if youβre being sarcastic or not.*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*I am not. This thread was made by my best friend, Wendigo, and I think it has a lot of interesting plot options.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*my apologies then*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
A tall dragonborn covered in slightly rusty metal with mechanics, is wandering around; the color of the dragonborn is not identifiable
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
ππ€ππ€ π©·ππ
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Nothing to worry about, man/girl/both/neither/in-between (choose whichever one makes you feel the most validated).*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*anyone want to rp?*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*ye*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
ππ€ππ€ π©·ππ
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Fog begins to roll out of the city as the city wakes. People begin to fill the streets, the smell of motor oil filling the air. The fishing docks are full, the murmur of voices filling the silence.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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The tall armored dragonborn stretches, the sound of metal scraping metal, and blood oozing apparent
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
ππ€ππ€ π©·ππ
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Eya breathes in the oil before heading back to the docks. Looking for the man who she had seen there earlier.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
Jenkins, who is out for a stroll, snorts "Who're you?'
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He sits there, on a crate, smoking and reading a book. A lantern sits besides him on the ground.
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Eya smiles and trots over to him.
βYou wanted to see me, sir?β She asks.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
"Hm? No, I do not think so." He shakes his head. He closes the book and tilts his head.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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