The Grizzled Tortle takes the kraken meat to the market to sell, then heads to Blubs and Deetz Armory to see about selling the hard beak of the kraken so they can turn it into something.
The door to the factory screeches open as a woman opens it "Hello?"
"Good day to you" the tortle says, her voice deep and gruff. "I am looking to sell off some parts I harvested from a Kraken earlier this morning."
She blinks and fiddles with the hem of her apron "Ma'am, we don't buy things from outside sources."
"Hm, I was not aware. Most ports I've traveled to usually have a means to do so, but to be fair...I haven't been to these parts before. Any recommendations as to what I can do with this stuff then?" She asks.
"I would suggest selling em to the fish monger down by the docks hon." She nods.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Damian and Sanviento are working the streets, Damian juggling fireballs like it’s nothing, Sanviento being his magic assistant, and one who doesn’t pay at least a little, they rob without them noticing.
They both seem Joseph watching, holding his book in hand. He fixes his glasses, his crimson eyes staring at them.
Damian waves to them, using one hand to juggle the fireballs, his smile wide and his eyes sly. Sanviento adjusts his bow tie and walks over “Hello.”
"How do you to." He says, bowing his head "Quite the performance!"
He bows at them politely "I do quite well, it is more my brother than myself. We do our best."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
In the heart of Rustport, the town seems alight despite the darkness of the encroaching evening. Mistletoe, dried oranges, and holly branches decorate the city streets, the air fragrant with cinnamon, nutmeg, warm sugar, and pine. Boats importing pine trees from the main land have docked and folk from the harbor help them unload. It seems everything is decorated, even the factories.
It seems like there is a party happening inside the tavern. Music flows out the door and through the cold air. Candles flicker in the windows of the old building. A wreathe made of dried lemon slices, pine sprigs, and fishbones sits on the door.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
In the heart of Rustport, the town seems alight despite the darkness of the encroaching evening. Mistletoe, dried oranges, and holly branches decorate the city streets, the air fragrant with cinnamon, nutmeg, warm sugar, and pine. Boats importing pine trees from the main land have docked and folk from the harbor help them unload. It seems everything is decorated, even the factories.
It seems like there is a party happening inside the tavern. Music flows out the door and through the cold air. Candles flicker in the windows of the old building. A wreathe made of dried lemon slices, pine sprigs, and fishbones sits on the door.
Mahl yawns and looks around the tavern
”Either I was asleep for a while, or you’re just very fast with decorating.” She chuckles
"I would suggest selling em to the fish monger down by the docks hon." She nods.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He bows at them politely "I do quite well, it is more my brother than myself. We do our best."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Yeah... don't worry- I'm used to this
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I hate the oceans because i'm scared of the depths, but i do love this concept and it seems so neat*
*Love some steam punk ^^*
In the heart of Rustport, the town seems alight despite the darkness of the encroaching evening. Mistletoe, dried oranges, and holly branches decorate the city streets, the air fragrant with cinnamon, nutmeg, warm sugar, and pine. Boats importing pine trees from the main land have docked and folk from the harbor help them unload. It seems everything is decorated, even the factories.
It seems like there is a party happening inside the tavern. Music flows out the door and through the cold air. Candles flicker in the windows of the old building. A wreathe made of dried lemon slices, pine sprigs, and fishbones sits on the door.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*blp*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Can i use guns?*
Mahl yawns and looks around the tavern
”Either I was asleep for a while, or you’re just very fast with decorating.” She chuckles
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
Esqato is playing her psalter while standing in the center of a small confluence of streets, singing an Infernal tragedy in a low and resonant voice.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Mhm, they were great. but that was also in a different thread so i wasn't sure*