"Of course not, just curious as to my location." He smiles politely, though his eyes don't carry it.
"Well ye are in Rustport though it looks like hell right now!" he laughs.
He chuckles with them, likely purely being polite "Oh, I have not introduced myself, how rude of me, Walter Pennyworth."
"Pleasure to meet ya Walter, my son. I am Wayne. I work these docks." He extends his hand.
He takes the hand with his own gloved hand, shaking it softly, firm enough to be respectful "What an oddly familiar name. The pleasure is all mine."
"Heh, well I'm right sure I never met ye." he said, fixing his spectacles "Need any help looking round town?"
He clasps his hands behind his back calmly "I do not believe so sir, though I appreciate the offer deeply. Thank you."
"Okay then." He nods and hands him a lantern "If ye need help, you know where to find me."
He bows once more before walking off into the town, whistling to himself, eery, like the sound of death approaching.
He see's a rotund man walking up to him, waving enthusiastically. "Hello there!"
He does the same smile as before, not truly a smile, but pretending to be one as he waves back "Hello there sir. Who might you be? I am Walter Pennyworth." He bows respectfully.
"I am the mayor here at this lovely little city!" he grins, bouncing on his heels.
"Many thanks." he says, slinging a bag of food and supplies over his back. He grabs a lantern and goes hunting for a cave.
As he heads out of town, the fog becomes more thick. He can't see more than a few steps ahead of him.
he raises the lantern in hope to see better. "Gotta watch my step.." he mutters
He see's a few holes in the ground, easily covered by long grass.
He steps around them, moving carefully.
After a bit, he smells something rotting.
He looks around for it, hand on his sword
The smell is like rotting flesh of an animal. There is a rustle in the tall grass as a deer hobbles out, its side completely rotted off. It moves, stumbling about despite its body rotting.
"that's not natural..." he mutters.
It's eyes are black, one completely rotted out of its head. Its head looks around, despite not looking.
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
She lets out a halfhearted groan and slightly opens her eyes, but closes them quickly in the harsh sunlight.
Jenkin's pokes her with her cane "Hello there."
*bro sees someone dying and his first instinct is to say hi*
“please… help…” She croaks feebly.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
She lets out a halfhearted groan and slightly opens her eyes, but closes them quickly in the harsh sunlight.
Jenkin's pokes her with her cane "Hello there."
*bro sees someone dying and his first instinct is to say hi*
“please… help…” She croaks feebly.
"I was tryin' to but then you woke up." She huffs and kneels down, her bones cracking
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
She lets out a halfhearted groan and slightly opens her eyes, but closes them quickly in the harsh sunlight.
Jenkin's pokes her with her cane "Hello there."
*bro sees someone dying and her first instinct is to say hi*
“please… help…” She croaks feebly.
"I was tryin' to but then you woke up." She huffs and kneels down, her bones cracking
The bard cracks a single eye to watch Jenkins, her breaths shallow.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He seems to relax a bit. "I see. Are you the same Grandma Jenkins who owns that big factory just over yonder? It's an impressive conversion." He thinks for a second. "So that's how you knew where the valuable parts were."
"I am dear, and yes I did. If someone ain't gonna claim what they left behind, us vultures will take it as our own." She nods "Ya need any help getting stuff outta here? My son can help ya and his sons."
"That would be very nice of you, Ma'am. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in barter, but I could help maintain your equipment for a while. I used to repair and invent new factory equipment, and I have some smithing skills as well. Right now I'm working on a special engine right now that should be more efficient than our current ones. The only problem is that it needs specially treated oil, and I need to make a machine to process that oil before I finish the engine itself."
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"I am the mayor here at this lovely little city!" he grins, bouncing on his heels.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
It's eyes are black, one completely rotted out of its head. Its head looks around, despite not looking.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
He goes around it, carefully watching his step.
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It keeps walking towards him, the rotting smell overbearing.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
"Ah, that would make sense I meet the mayor so soon. You appear as successful as this city, beautiful."
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."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
He gags, drawing his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The Ocean has its silent caves,
Deep, quiet, and alone;
Though there be fury on the waves,
Beneath them there is none.
The awful spirits of the deep
Hold their communion there;
And there are those for whom we weep,
The young, the bright, the fair.
Beneath their own blue sea.
The ocean solitudes are blest,
For there is purity.
Unquiet are its graves;
But peaceful sleep is ever there,
Beneath the dark blue waves.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I heard there were new people gracing our town, I had to say hello!" he bows his head "I take pride in this area!"
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
*bro sees someone dying and his first instinct is to say hi*
“please… help…” She croaks feebly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As he pulls his sword out, it makes a horrible noise and runs off.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
*The Queen!*
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
He breaths slowly, heading towards any cave system
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I was tryin' to but then you woke up." She huffs and kneels down, her bones cracking
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
A hole, about the size of a halfling, leads down to what appears to be a large cave system past the tight squeeze.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
"I would take pride in this place if I were mayor, though I am simply... well it best not I say." He says, looking around.
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."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
He makes the hole a big bigger with a shovel he brought along
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm well we are overjoyed to have you here!" he nods.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
He able to make it a foot bigger.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
The bard cracks a single eye to watch Jenkins, her breaths shallow.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That would be very nice of you, Ma'am. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer in barter, but I could help maintain your equipment for a while. I used to repair and invent new factory equipment, and I have some smithing skills as well. Right now I'm working on a special engine right now that should be more efficient than our current ones. The only problem is that it needs specially treated oil, and I need to make a machine to process that oil before I finish the engine itself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.