Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
He nods "Good to hear! Money waiting fer ya at the fish mongers." he grins.
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
He nods "Good to hear! Money waiting fer ya at the fish mongers." he grins.
He nods. "Keep an eye on my things and I'll pay ya a pretty penny for it." he says, dismounting his boat.
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Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
He nods "Good to hear! Money waiting fer ya at the fish mongers." he grins.
He nods. "Keep an eye on my things and I'll pay ya a pretty penny for it." he says, dismounting his boat.
"I need none of yer money but I will keep an eye on them fer ye." He nods, handing him the lantern.
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
He nods "Good to hear! Money waiting fer ya at the fish mongers." he grins.
He nods. "Keep an eye on my things and I'll pay ya a pretty penny for it." he says, dismounting his boat.
"I need none of yer money but I will keep an eye on them fer ye." He nods, handing him the lantern.
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He rubs a gloved hand through his jet black hair, breathing in the smell of salt in the air, some kind of mist around him, ethereal and strange. He bows at them, their eyes bored, but a smile on their face "Hello there sir, nice to meet you." His accent is heavily British (Or whatever the equivalent would be.)
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"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
Sailing in on a small fishing boat is a young man, about 25. He has emerald green eyes, short black hair, and is wearing all dark green clothes except for his black boots. There is a small swordfish hanging on the back of his boat. Over his black hair is a grey beanie and he has a blue overcoat. He starts to dock his boat carefully.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He looks up, smiling as he tosses the man the cleat. "Hail and well met!" the young man says
"How're you son?" The man asks, helping him to dock.
"Good sir." he says as his boat is docked. "Got quite a large haul today." Thorfinn says
He nods "Good to hear! Money waiting fer ya at the fish mongers." he grins.
He nods. "Keep an eye on my things and I'll pay ya a pretty penny for it." he says, dismounting his boat.
"I need none of yer money but I will keep an eye on them fer ye." He nods, handing him the lantern.
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
A man with long, red hair and an equally red vest is walking through one of the abandoned whale processing factories, trying to scavenge as many parts as he can before someone stakes a claim and converts it into something new. He's presently looking through equipment that was left behind, trying to find any that haven't been completely destroyed by the briny air.
He hears the sound of heels clicking up behind him. A very old woman, a very weird-looking seagull on her shoulder "Son, what are ye doing?"
He looks up, going pale. He takes a step back, running into a table and jostling some rusty flensing knives. He looks behind him, realizing he doesn't have an easy escape route. "I, uh, was trying to get some metal. Th-this stuff, they throw it away when these places are repossessed. Sure, most of it is unusable, but they don't check. I... need the materials. I'm an inventor, and, as of recently, unemployed."
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He rubs a gloved hand through his jet black hair, breathing in the smell of salt in the air, some kind of mist around him, ethereal and strange. He bows at them, their eyes bored, but a smile on their face "Hello there sir, nice to meet you." His accent is heavily British (Or whatever the equivalent would be.)
The man helps them dock their boat and smiles "You okay son?" he asks.
A man with long, red hair and an equally red vest is walking through one of the abandoned whale processing factories, trying to scavenge as many parts as he can before someone stakes a claim and converts it into something new. He's presently looking through equipment that was left behind, trying to find any that haven't been completely destroyed by the briny air.
He hears the sound of heels clicking up behind him. A very old woman, a very weird-looking seagull on her shoulder "Son, what are ye doing?"
He looks up, going pale. He takes a step back, running into a table and jostling some rusty flensing knives. He looks behind him, realizing he doesn't have an easy escape route. "I, uh, was trying to get some metal. Th-this stuff, they throw it away when these places are repossessed. Sure, most of it is unusable, but they don't check. I... need the materials. I'm an inventor, and, as of recently, unemployed."
"Unemployed huh?" she fixes her glasses "The better stuff is deeper inside, left all the stuff behind and didn't even think to sell the items they couldn't use anymore. Good scrap metal seels for a silvery coin or two." She cackles.
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He rubs a gloved hand through his jet black hair, breathing in the smell of salt in the air, some kind of mist around him, ethereal and strange. He bows at them, their eyes bored, but a smile on their face "Hello there sir, nice to meet you." His accent is heavily British (Or whatever the equivalent would be.)
The man helps them dock their boat and smiles "You okay son?" he asks.
"Of course sir, don't fret about me. Would this be Rustport?" He asks in reply, putting his hands in his pockets.
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"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
Through the misty waters of the city, a single man can be seen coming to the docks on what appears to be a rowboat, they row as if they had not spent days on the ocean, their clothes without stains of salt from the water or even the smell of water on them. They appear to be a human man, their skin slightly tanned in a black three piece suit with contrasting white gloves. They appear to be smoking a cigarette, the cherry long and red smoke billows from his mouth. He appears friendly as boards the docks, smiling softly as he tightens his gloves and looks around. He is relatively tall and very thin, his small glasses seeming unnecessary on the bridge of his nose.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
He rubs a gloved hand through his jet black hair, breathing in the smell of salt in the air, some kind of mist around him, ethereal and strange. He bows at them, their eyes bored, but a smile on their face "Hello there sir, nice to meet you." His accent is heavily British (Or whatever the equivalent would be.)
The man helps them dock their boat and smiles "You okay son?" he asks.
"Of course sir, don't fret about me. Would this be Rustport?" He asks in reply, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks up, going pale. He takes a step back, running into a table and jostling some rusty flensing knives. He looks behind him, realizing he doesn't have an easy escape route. "I, uh, was trying to get some metal. Th-this stuff, they throw it away when these places are repossessed. Sure, most of it is unusable, but they don't check. I... need the materials. I'm an inventor, and, as of recently, unemployed."
"Unemployed huh?" she fixes her glasses "The better stuff is deeper inside, left all the stuff behind and didn't even think to sell the items they couldn't use anymore. Good scrap metal seels for a silvery coin or two." She cackles.
"A-ah, I see." He tugs at his collar. "Is this your territory, Ma'am? I didn't mean to cut in on your profits. This, this is, uh, my first time looting. I usually had the money to buy steel before, but after losing my job and having to re-buy all the equipment I need... A-anyway, I'm sorry, I'm Max McAllan."
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
Harbor grins and claps their paws "Perfect! Ill give ya.... 40 gold fer it all."
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
Harbor grins and claps their paws "Perfect! Ill give ya.... 40 gold fer it all."
He raises his eyebrow. "Alright then I guess."
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He nods "Good to hear! Money waiting fer ya at the fish mongers." he grins.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
A man, wearing thick clothing, stands on the dock. He watches him approach the docks, holding a lantern in one hand to guide him through the foggy weather. He has a short beard and brown hair that is cut short, his eyes a bright crimson color. "Oi, hello there!"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He nods. "Keep an eye on my things and I'll pay ya a pretty penny for it." he says, dismounting his boat.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I need none of yer money but I will keep an eye on them fer ye." He nods, handing him the lantern.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rubs a gloved hand through his jet black hair, breathing in the smell of salt in the air, some kind of mist around him, ethereal and strange. He bows at them, their eyes bored, but a smile on their face "Hello there sir, nice to meet you." His accent is heavily British (Or whatever the equivalent would be.)
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He looks up, going pale. He takes a step back, running into a table and jostling some rusty flensing knives. He looks behind him, realizing he doesn't have an easy escape route. "I, uh, was trying to get some metal. Th-this stuff, they throw it away when these places are repossessed. Sure, most of it is unusable, but they don't check. I... need the materials. I'm an inventor, and, as of recently, unemployed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The man helps them dock their boat and smiles "You okay son?" he asks.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Unemployed huh?" she fixes her glasses "The better stuff is deeper inside, left all the stuff behind and didn't even think to sell the items they couldn't use anymore. Good scrap metal seels for a silvery coin or two." She cackles.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"Of course sir, don't fret about me. Would this be Rustport?" He asks in reply, putting his hands in his pockets.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"Nothing is beautiful because it lasts."
He nods "Indeed it is. In need of something?"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A-ah, I see." He tugs at his collar. "Is this your territory, Ma'am? I didn't mean to cut in on your profits. This, this is, uh, my first time looting. I usually had the money to buy steel before, but after losing my job and having to re-buy all the equipment I need... A-anyway, I'm sorry, I'm Max McAllan."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Harbor grins and claps their paws "Perfect! Ill give ya.... 40 gold fer it all."
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He raises his eyebrow. "Alright then I guess."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.