People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
*GARFIELD*
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People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
*GARFIELD*
*AH*
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
Parn takes a deep breath and begins signing something. He seems to speak a strange type of sign language, one from a smaller and less known island. It took people a long time to decipher it, but it was worth it to hear what the triton had to say. "Are you okay? (unknown signs) will be coming soon."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Feast dances onto the ship. They wear bright red and gold clothing, a noble's costume with holes and rips and stains all over. On their head they wear a dented helmet that once belonged to a knight, but they wear no other armor. The thing that is most curious about their clothing is that it fits perfectly over their lanky, pale-scaled frame and smells like it was recently washed and perfumed.
A few cremates glance over at them, and Gavin grins. "Hey mate! You look fun."
They bow sweepingly. "Oh, I do hope I am! With so many reasons to be miserable, to enjoy oneself is the truest sign of strength, I believe!" They cackle and spring into a cartwheel to move over to Gavin. "Ah, if only I was an acrobat! Even today, I think people would appreciate such arts!"
Feast dances onto the ship. They wear bright red and gold clothing, a noble's costume with holes and rips and stains all over. On their head they wear a dented helmet that once belonged to a knight, but they wear no other armor. The thing that is most curious about their clothing is that it fits perfectly over their lanky, pale-scaled frame and smells like it was recently washed and perfumed.
A few cremates glance over at them, and Gavin grins. "Hey mate! You look fun."
They bow sweepingly. "Oh, I do hope I am! With so many reasons to be miserable, to enjoy oneself is the truest sign of strength, I believe!" They cackle and spring into a cartwheel to move over to Gavin. "Ah, if only I was an acrobat! Even today, I think people would appreciate such arts!"
"I love acrobats!" Gavin says cheerfully. "I'm not so good at acrobatics myself, but I am a student of the art of the blade."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
Parn takes a deep breath and begins signing something. He seems to speak a strange type of sign language, one from a smaller and less known island. It took people a long time to decipher it, but it was worth it to hear what the triton had to say. "Are you okay? (unknown signs) will be coming soon."
"I... I am doing well. Thank you for asking."
*Brook also knows about some... intresting... things.*
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
Parn takes a deep breath and begins signing something. He seems to speak a strange type of sign language, one from a smaller and less known island. It took people a long time to decipher it, but it was worth it to hear what the triton had to say. "Are you okay? (unknown signs) will be coming soon."
"I... I am doing well. Thank you for asking."
*Brook also knows about some... intresting... things.*
*Ooooooooh okay.*
"You're welcome, friend." He signs. "I do not wish for the infected to find us. They are tracking."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
From the next bed over, a tall, lanky man turns to Marny, putting a hand on her arm. "It'll be alright, Marny," he says. "Things will get better, believe me.'
*He's a loved crewmember himself --- Doctor Asifghaz, known for making breakthroughs in the field of the Dark Plague. However, now that he's been infected, he feels the cold seeping intro his bones.
"I hope so..." She says, sighing. "I... I haven't felt the symptoms but I don't want to hurt anyone..."
"You won't. Don't worry. We'll find a cure, save you..." Here, his voice trails off as he looks off into some distant horizon, beginning to think. "...things will be alright." He lets out a wretched, hacking cough that tears through his throat, then takes a sip from the glass of water on the small bedside table. Recuperating, he turns to Marny again. "What are you thinking about?"
"Not much. Gavin hasn't been able to get me any new books lately... so I've just been thinking about, well, life. Death too." She sighs. Gavin is the tigerlike tabaxi, a master swashbuckler with a soft spot for children and books. "I wonder who my parents were. I wonder if they were infected too. I wonder... well, I wonder if they're still alive. But that's okay if they're not, because I have you guys." She smiles weakly, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
He smiles as well, patting her arm gently to comfort her. "I can get you some more books if you want...just tell me what you'd like. And your parents? My gut feelings have never been wrong, and my stomach says that they're alive. Now, it also says that it wants some fish, but the doctors aren't letting me have any food. But anyway, we'll find them. Reunite you with them."
"Thanks... one of the doctors gave me this." She says, pulling out a stale piece of bread with a chunk of slimy fish slathered on top. The ship's bread tends to be stale-nobody there likes bread much, so it usually goes bad. "You can have it. I'm not really hungry..."
He looks around — looking for observing doctors — and then begins to eat it voraciously. Halfway through, he looks over, bread mostly in his mouth, and then smiles — a goofy grin, meant to cheer her up. “Thanks!” he says between muffled chews.
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator hello darkness, my old friend you’re all really cool – know that please coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
From the next bed over, a tall, lanky man turns to Marny, putting a hand on her arm. "It'll be alright, Marny," he says. "Things will get better, believe me.'
*He's a loved crewmember himself --- Doctor Asifghaz, known for making breakthroughs in the field of the Dark Plague. However, now that he's been infected, he feels the cold seeping intro his bones.
"I hope so..." She says, sighing. "I... I haven't felt the symptoms but I don't want to hurt anyone..."
"You won't. Don't worry. We'll find a cure, save you..." Here, his voice trails off as he looks off into some distant horizon, beginning to think. "...things will be alright." He lets out a wretched, hacking cough that tears through his throat, then takes a sip from the glass of water on the small bedside table. Recuperating, he turns to Marny again. "What are you thinking about?"
"Not much. Gavin hasn't been able to get me any new books lately... so I've just been thinking about, well, life. Death too." She sighs. Gavin is the tigerlike tabaxi, a master swashbuckler with a soft spot for children and books. "I wonder who my parents were. I wonder if they were infected too. I wonder... well, I wonder if they're still alive. But that's okay if they're not, because I have you guys." She smiles weakly, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
He smiles as well, patting her arm gently to comfort her. "I can get you some more books if you want...just tell me what you'd like. And your parents? My gut feelings have never been wrong, and my stomach says that they're alive. Now, it also says that it wants some fish, but the doctors aren't letting me have any food. But anyway, we'll find them. Reunite you with them."
"Thanks... one of the doctors gave me this." She says, pulling out a stale piece of bread with a chunk of slimy fish slathered on top. The ship's bread tends to be stale-nobody there likes bread much, so it usually goes bad. "You can have it. I'm not really hungry..."
He looks around — looking for observing doctors — and then begins to eat it voraciously. Halfway through, he looks over, bread mostly in his mouth, and then smiles — a goofy grin, meant to cheer her up. “Thanks!” he says between muffled chews.
"No problem. I do think that their thing about the disease getting worse if you eat within the first few days of getting it is... not true. It doesn't... feel true."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
They bow sweepingly. "Oh, I do hope I am! With so many reasons to be miserable, to enjoy oneself is the truest sign of strength, I believe!" They cackle and spring into a cartwheel to move over to Gavin. "Ah, if only I was an acrobat! Even today, I think people would appreciate such arts!"
"I love acrobats!" Gavin says cheerfully. "I'm not so good at acrobatics myself, but I am a student of the art of the blade."
"I do some sword dancing here and there, but in actual combat I tend to leave myself wide open. Shock and Awe tactics don't work in duels, as it happens." They chuckle. "The art of the blade is more useful here, given the nature of the threat we face." They tilt their head. "Do you find joy in combat?"
They bow sweepingly. "Oh, I do hope I am! With so many reasons to be miserable, to enjoy oneself is the truest sign of strength, I believe!" They cackle and spring into a cartwheel to move over to Gavin. "Ah, if only I was an acrobat! Even today, I think people would appreciate such arts!"
"I love acrobats!" Gavin says cheerfully. "I'm not so good at acrobatics myself, but I am a student of the art of the blade."
"I do some sword dancing here and there, but in actual combat I tend to leave myself wide open. Shock and Awe tactics don't work in duels, as it happens." They chuckle. "The art of the blade is more useful here, given the nature of the threat we face." They tilt their head. "Do you find joy in combat?"
"I find joy in practice." He says. "But the actual thing... no. No I don't find joy in it. Combat should remain a sport and an art, not a necessity." He pauses and puts a smile back on his face. "I'm Gavin, part of the crew. You joining up?"
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"I do some sword dancing here and there, but in actual combat I tend to leave myself wide open. Shock and Awe tactics don't work in duels, as it happens." They chuckle. "The art of the blade is more useful here, given the nature of the threat we face." They tilt their head. "Do you find joy in combat?"
"I find joy in practice." He says. "But the actual thing... no. No I don't find joy in it. Combat should remain a sport and an art, not a necessity." He pauses and puts a smile back on his face. "I'm Gavin, part of the crew. You joining up?"
"To not do so would be foolhardy, wouldn't it? So many things on land want me dead, after all." They jump up on a nearby barrel and crouch on it. "It's good to hear that you have some sanity. Violence in general should remain an art, in my opinion. I've seen beautiful paintings that make me examine my mortality and war songs that inspire me to be great, but the ruthless cruelty that allowed them to happen should never have been. Violence is part of our world, and it always will be, but the average person should only experience it through sport."
"I do some sword dancing here and there, but in actual combat I tend to leave myself wide open. Shock and Awe tactics don't work in duels, as it happens." They chuckle. "The art of the blade is more useful here, given the nature of the threat we face." They tilt their head. "Do you find joy in combat?"
"I find joy in practice." He says. "But the actual thing... no. No I don't find joy in it. Combat should remain a sport and an art, not a necessity." He pauses and puts a smile back on his face. "I'm Gavin, part of the crew. You joining up?"
"To not do so would be foolhardy, wouldn't it? So many things on land want me dead, after all." They jump up on a nearby barrel and crouch on it. "It's good to hear that you have some sanity. Violence in general should remain an art, in my opinion. I've seen beautiful paintings that make me examine my mortality and war songs that inspire me to be great, but the ruthless cruelty that allowed them to happen should never have been. Violence is part of our world, and it always will be, but the average person should only experience it through sport."
"I very much agree." He says. "You didn't answer my question, though."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"To not do so would be foolhardy, wouldn't it? So many things on land want me dead, after all." They jump up on a nearby barrel and crouch on it. "It's good to hear that you have some sanity. Violence in general should remain an art, in my opinion. I've seen beautiful paintings that make me examine my mortality and war songs that inspire me to be great, but the ruthless cruelty that allowed them to happen should never have been. Violence is part of our world, and it always will be, but the average person should only experience it through sport."
"I very much agree." He says. "You didn't answer my question, though."
"Ah. I got lost there, didn't I? Heh! I'm joining. I'm not very strong, or clever, for that matter, but I'm very entertaining and I've quite the repertoire of recipes. I'm sure I could cook anything you find if no one else can."
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
From the next bed over, a tall, lanky man turns to Marny, putting a hand on her arm. "It'll be alright, Marny," he says. "Things will get better, believe me.'
*He's a loved crewmember himself --- Doctor Asifghaz, known for making breakthroughs in the field of the Dark Plague. However, now that he's been infected, he feels the cold seeping intro his bones.
"I hope so..." She says, sighing. "I... I haven't felt the symptoms but I don't want to hurt anyone..."
"You won't. Don't worry. We'll find a cure, save you..." Here, his voice trails off as he looks off into some distant horizon, beginning to think. "...things will be alright." He lets out a wretched, hacking cough that tears through his throat, then takes a sip from the glass of water on the small bedside table. Recuperating, he turns to Marny again. "What are you thinking about?"
"Not much. Gavin hasn't been able to get me any new books lately... so I've just been thinking about, well, life. Death too." She sighs. Gavin is the tigerlike tabaxi, a master swashbuckler with a soft spot for children and books. "I wonder who my parents were. I wonder if they were infected too. I wonder... well, I wonder if they're still alive. But that's okay if they're not, because I have you guys." She smiles weakly, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
He smiles as well, patting her arm gently to comfort her. "I can get you some more books if you want...just tell me what you'd like. And your parents? My gut feelings have never been wrong, and my stomach says that they're alive. Now, it also says that it wants some fish, but the doctors aren't letting me have any food. But anyway, we'll find them. Reunite you with them."
"Thanks... one of the doctors gave me this." She says, pulling out a stale piece of bread with a chunk of slimy fish slathered on top. The ship's bread tends to be stale-nobody there likes bread much, so it usually goes bad. "You can have it. I'm not really hungry..."
He looks around — looking for observing doctors — and then begins to eat it voraciously. Halfway through, he looks over, bread mostly in his mouth, and then smiles — a goofy grin, meant to cheer her up. “Thanks!” he says between muffled chews.
"No problem. I do think that their thing about the disease getting worse if you eat within the first few days of getting it is... not true. It doesn't... feel true."
"Exactly! Who doesn't love to eat?" He scarfs down the last bites, then gives her a thumbs-up.
*aand bye people*
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator hello darkness, my old friend you’re all really cool – know that please coming forth to rebehold the stars extended sig here, check it out!
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
Parn takes a deep breath and begins signing something. He seems to speak a strange type of sign language, one from a smaller and less known island. It took people a long time to decipher it, but it was worth it to hear what the triton had to say. "Are you okay? (unknown signs) will be coming soon."
"I... I am doing well. Thank you for asking."
*Brook also knows about some... intresting... things.*
*Ooooooooh okay.*
"You're welcome, friend." He signs. "I do not wish for the infected to find us. They are tracking."
"Indeed... it isn't good to stay in one place so long..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
Parn takes a deep breath and begins signing something. He seems to speak a strange type of sign language, one from a smaller and less known island. It took people a long time to decipher it, but it was worth it to hear what the triton had to say. "Are you okay? (unknown signs) will be coming soon."
"I... I am doing well. Thank you for asking."
*Brook also knows about some... intresting... things.*
*Ooooooooh okay.*
"You're welcome, friend." He signs. "I do not wish for the infected to find us. They are tracking."
"Indeed... it isn't good to stay in one place so long..."
"Not best, no. Wish we could."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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People of all different races walk on the ship, hauling in supplies from land and bartering with people at the market. Gale Lrias watches with a nod and reports to the captain's cabin. Deep belowdecks is a young sniffling tiefling, wearing a set of pajamas and purple hair tied into a ponytail. Marny Veres was adopted by the crew of the Shark's Valor when she was only three, found as an orphan, and now it's been revealed that she was infected.
Higher abovedecks, a tabaxi with a more tigerlike form is bickering with a teenage shifter. The tabaxi is drinking a mug of beer and talking rowdily, while the shifter laughs along.
Standing at the edge of the ship is Parn the triton. He knows what's going on, but the mute one can do nothing about it. So he watches, knowing that someday, the ship will face the biggest battle yet.
From the next bed over, a tall, lanky man turns to Marny, putting a hand on her arm. "It'll be alright, Marny," he says. "Things will get better, believe me.'
*He's a loved crewmember himself --- Doctor Asifghaz, known for making breakthroughs in the field of the Dark Plague. However, now that he's been infected, he feels the cold seeping intro his bones.
"I hope so..." She says, sighing. "I... I haven't felt the symptoms but I don't want to hurt anyone..."
"You won't. Don't worry. We'll find a cure, save you..." Here, his voice trails off as he looks off into some distant horizon, beginning to think. "...things will be alright." He lets out a wretched, hacking cough that tears through his throat, then takes a sip from the glass of water on the small bedside table. Recuperating, he turns to Marny again. "What are you thinking about?"
"Not much. Gavin hasn't been able to get me any new books lately... so I've just been thinking about, well, life. Death too." She sighs. Gavin is the tigerlike tabaxi, a master swashbuckler with a soft spot for children and books. "I wonder who my parents were. I wonder if they were infected too. I wonder... well, I wonder if they're still alive. But that's okay if they're not, because I have you guys." She smiles weakly, wiping her nose on her sleeve.
He smiles as well, patting her arm gently to comfort her. "I can get you some more books if you want...just tell me what you'd like. And your parents? My gut feelings have never been wrong, and my stomach says that they're alive. Now, it also says that it wants some fish, but the doctors aren't letting me have any food. But anyway, we'll find them. Reunite you with them."
"Thanks... one of the doctors gave me this." She says, pulling out a stale piece of bread with a chunk of slimy fish slathered on top. The ship's bread tends to be stale-nobody there likes bread much, so it usually goes bad. "You can have it. I'm not really hungry..."
He looks around — looking for observing doctors — and then begins to eat it voraciously. Halfway through, he looks over, bread mostly in his mouth, and then smiles — a goofy grin, meant to cheer her up. “Thanks!” he says between muffled chews.
"No problem. I do think that their thing about the disease getting worse if you eat within the first few days of getting it is... not true. It doesn't... feel true."
"Exactly! Who doesn't love to eat?" He scarfs down the last bites, then gives her a thumbs-up.
*aand bye people*
"I don't mind eating, doesn't make me happy either, unless I'm starving."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"To not do so would be foolhardy, wouldn't it? So many things on land want me dead, after all." They jump up on a nearby barrel and crouch on it. "It's good to hear that you have some sanity. Violence in general should remain an art, in my opinion. I've seen beautiful paintings that make me examine my mortality and war songs that inspire me to be great, but the ruthless cruelty that allowed them to happen should never have been. Violence is part of our world, and it always will be, but the average person should only experience it through sport."
"I very much agree." He says. "You didn't answer my question, though."
"Ah. I got lost there, didn't I? Heh! I'm joining. I'm not very strong, or clever, for that matter, but I'm very entertaining and I've quite the repertoire of recipes. I'm sure I could cook anything you find if no one else can."
"Excellent!" He claps his furry paws, grinning. "We sure could use a better cook."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Brook Willams stands next to Parn. He's tall, around seven feet, and is around twenty years of age, as of today. If he were at home, he would be going through his induction ceremony into the Elite Guard... But there's no use in ruminsesing about the past. Instead, he mutters a quick prayer to someone- none of the other ship members have ever been able to get him to speak of whatever being he worships- and instead simply enjoys Parn's company.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*GARFIELD*
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*AH*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Parn takes a deep breath and begins signing something. He seems to speak a strange type of sign language, one from a smaller and less known island. It took people a long time to decipher it, but it was worth it to hear what the triton had to say. "Are you okay? (unknown signs) will be coming soon."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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They bow sweepingly. "Oh, I do hope I am! With so many reasons to be miserable, to enjoy oneself is the truest sign of strength, I believe!" They cackle and spring into a cartwheel to move over to Gavin. "Ah, if only I was an acrobat! Even today, I think people would appreciate such arts!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I love acrobats!" Gavin says cheerfully. "I'm not so good at acrobatics myself, but I am a student of the art of the blade."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"I... I am doing well. Thank you for asking."
*Brook also knows about some... intresting... things.*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Ooooooooh okay.*
"You're welcome, friend." He signs. "I do not wish for the infected to find us. They are tracking."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
He looks around — looking for observing doctors — and then begins to eat it voraciously. Halfway through, he looks over, bread mostly in his mouth, and then smiles — a goofy grin, meant to cheer her up. “Thanks!” he says between muffled chews.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
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"No problem. I do think that their thing about the disease getting worse if you eat within the first few days of getting it is... not true. It doesn't... feel true."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"I do some sword dancing here and there, but in actual combat I tend to leave myself wide open. Shock and Awe tactics don't work in duels, as it happens." They chuckle. "The art of the blade is more useful here, given the nature of the threat we face." They tilt their head. "Do you find joy in combat?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I find joy in practice." He says. "But the actual thing... no. No I don't find joy in it. Combat should remain a sport and an art, not a necessity." He pauses and puts a smile back on his face. "I'm Gavin, part of the crew. You joining up?"
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"To not do so would be foolhardy, wouldn't it? So many things on land want me dead, after all." They jump up on a nearby barrel and crouch on it. "It's good to hear that you have some sanity. Violence in general should remain an art, in my opinion. I've seen beautiful paintings that make me examine my mortality and war songs that inspire me to be great, but the ruthless cruelty that allowed them to happen should never have been. Violence is part of our world, and it always will be, but the average person should only experience it through sport."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I very much agree." He says. "You didn't answer my question, though."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"Ah. I got lost there, didn't I? Heh! I'm joining. I'm not very strong, or clever, for that matter, but I'm very entertaining and I've quite the repertoire of recipes. I'm sure I could cook anything you find if no one else can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Exactly! Who doesn't love to eat?" He scarfs down the last bites, then gives her a thumbs-up.
*aand bye people*
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
hello darkness, my old friend
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
"Indeed... it isn't good to stay in one place so long..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Not best, no. Wish we could."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"I don't mind eating, doesn't make me happy either, unless I'm starving."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"Excellent!" He claps his furry paws, grinning. "We sure could use a better cook."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!