Avery Saltspite is stalking around Pirate’s rest, the stench of death and rotten tuna following her like a miasma. Traveling back to The Lamprey, her ship, she has something special in tow- held in her hand is a silver birdcage-empty of life, safe for one… mummified parakeet. Its eye is gouged out and replaced with a tiny golden replica, with a slit in the middle revealing some green gem.
flanking Avery on both sides are some of her crew members-seeming much healthier. Blood drips from the mouth of one of them. Must be some injury, or perhaps tuberculosis.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-It’s been three hundred years!-Right down to the day… But now the witch is back,And there’s hell to pay!-_
_-Ghost of a Victorian Orphan Boy-_ _-Frequenter of Haunts, Mausoleums and Charnel Houses-_ _-Autumn Enthusiast-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Avery Saltspite is stalking around Pirate’s rest, the stench of death and rotten tuna following her like a miasma. Traveling back to The Lamprey, her ship, she has something special in tow- held in her hand is a silver birdcage-empty of life, safe for one… mummified parakeet. Its eye is gouged out and replaced with a tiny golden replica, with a slit in the middle revealing some green gem.
flanking Avery on both sides are some of her crew members-seeming much healthier. Blood drips from the mouth of one of them. Must be some injury, or perhaps tuberculosis.
As Avery and her crew stalk silently through the port, she hears a loud thudding sound, not unlike that of rapid footsteps—and a man crashes into Avery coming out of the crowd, knocking himself onto the dusty cobbles in front of her feet.
“Oops! I’m so sorry!” The speaker: a young man, perhaps of twenty? His long, black hair is intertwined with the occasional string of golden, making it glimmer with each step beneath the sun. His face is long, nigh on sallow, but he has a sharp cheekbone to make up for it. He stares up at Avery as if she’s the first person he’s ever seen. “Well, hello,” he says, getting up and dusting himself off, then extending a hand. “My name’s Rai. Are you, perchance, the captain everyone’s been talking about? The one skulking around this place with her crew, doing strange…deeds?” His voice trails off as he notices the cage. He chuckles nervously, looks over his shoulder, but then turns back to Avery.
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Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic: With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate, What ceremony of words can patch the havoc ? |------extended sig------|
Avery Saltspite is stalking around Pirate’s rest, the stench of death and rotten tuna following her like a miasma. Traveling back to The Lamprey, her ship, she has something special in tow- held in her hand is a silver birdcage-empty of life, safe for one… mummified parakeet. Its eye is gouged out and replaced with a tiny golden replica, with a slit in the middle revealing some green gem.
flanking Avery on both sides are some of her crew members-seeming much healthier. Blood drips from the mouth of one of them. Must be some injury, or perhaps tuberculosis.
As Avery and her crew stalk silently through the port, she hears a loud thudding sound, not unlike that of rapid footsteps—and a man crashes into Avery coming out of the crowd, knocking himself onto the dusty cobbles in front of her feet.
“Oops! I’m so sorry!” The speaker: a young man, perhaps of twenty? His long, black hair is intertwined with the occasional string of golden, making it glimmer with each step beneath the sun. His face is long, nigh on sallow, but he has a sharp cheekbone to make up for it. He stares up at Avery as if she’s the first person he’s ever seen. “Well, hello,” he says, getting up and dusting himself off, then extending a hand. “My name’s Rai. Are you, perchance, the captain everyone’s been talking about? The one skulking around this place with her crew, doing strange…deeds?” His voice trails off as he notices the cage. He chuckles nervously, looks over his shoulder, but then turns back to Avery.
She grins, adjusting her necklace fashioned from the jaws of a small shark, and extending her hand to shake his. “Well, that all depends on who you’re askin’. I’m just going about my business, and the folk ‘ere have been harassing me with questions since we docked. Avery Saltspite, Cap’n of the Red Reef Port Corsairs. The original ones.” The two crew members behind her have pistols, as well as strangely sharp teeth. They move a bit awkwardly. Probably just sea legs. Saltspite herself, of course, has actual sea legs- two peg legs fashioned from blunt narwhal horns.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-It’s been three hundred years!-Right down to the day… But now the witch is back,And there’s hell to pay!-_
_-Ghost of a Victorian Orphan Boy-_ _-Frequenter of Haunts, Mausoleums and Charnel Houses-_ _-Autumn Enthusiast-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Once the Old man is standing entirely in the shadow, a hand appears around their throat, not choking them yet, but definitely threatening them
They then speak, "What do you want?"
The old man melts into a puddle of milk, and reappears 30 feet away from the hand.
”Relax, being, I merely came to investigate without any threat to your existence. If it is peace you wish then peace you shall have.”
The person doesn't show surprise, then shadows cloak them, and they disappear, and you hear echoing around you "Ah, peace, what is peace?"
The old man’s eyes soften, “ah, a troubled soul? Come out of the shadows, sir, and tell me about yourself, and I will tell you about me.”
"I live in the shadows"
“Hrmmm, and I live in the light, usually, I sleep when it’s dark.”
”You stay in the shadows…always?”
"Yes"
“Why is that, may I ask?”
"Because that is all I am"
“So you are shadows? Then how can you have physical form?”
"Shadows exist, don't they?"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Couldn’t you also argue that they are the absence of existence? Absence of light?”
"But they still exist"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Couldn’t you also argue that they are the absence of existence? Absence of light?”
"But they still exist"
“Makes you wonder how the absence of something can exist, when it is the absence of existence, doesn’t it?”
"Ha, some wish that"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Couldn’t you also argue that they are the absence of existence? Absence of light?”
"But they still exist"
“Makes you wonder how the absence of something can exist, when it is the absence of existence, doesn’t it?”
"Ha, some wish that"
Old man exhibits a confused yet speculative expression now, “Elaborate for me.”
"Some people wish to not exist"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Couldn’t you also argue that they are the absence of existence? Absence of light?”
"But they still exist"
“Makes you wonder how the absence of something can exist, when it is the absence of existence, doesn’t it?”
"Ha, some wish that"
Old man exhibits a confused yet speculative expression now, “Elaborate for me.”
"Some people wish to not exist"
“…I can relate.”
"Can you though?"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“An amazing question that makes me wonder…why do you say that?”
"Do you hate every fiber of your being? or do you hate the fact of your life sucks?"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“An amazing question that makes me wonder…why do you say that?”
"Do you hate every fiber of your being? or do you hate the fact of your life sucks?"
“…I hate the past, and the opportunities I missed that may have saved the world with…fewer casualties.”
”I assume that…you don’t enjoy your existence…hrmmm, why is that, and may I offer you a hand in assistance?”
"Nay, I am repaying the debts I owe"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“An amazing question that makes me wonder…why do you say that?”
"Do you hate every fiber of your being? or do you hate the fact of your life sucks?"
“…I hate the past, and the opportunities I missed that may have saved the world with…fewer casualties.”
”I assume that…you don’t enjoy your existence…hrmmm, why is that, and may I offer you a hand in assistance?”
"Nay, I am repaying the debts I owe"
“…either way I may be of some assistance, however small, and it’s the least I could do.”
"Really? Do you think you could help?"
*Do you want to roleplay on God TTRPG*
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“An amazing question that makes me wonder…why do you say that?”
"Do you hate every fiber of your being? or do you hate the fact of your life sucks?"
“…I hate the past, and the opportunities I missed that may have saved the world with…fewer casualties.”
”I assume that…you don’t enjoy your existence…hrmmm, why is that, and may I offer you a hand in assistance?”
"Nay, I am repaying the debts I owe"
“…either way I may be of some assistance, however small, and it’s the least I could do.”
"Really? Do you think you could help?"
*Do you want to roleplay on God TTRPG*
“I could sure try, if you’d allow me”
*sure!*
"You can not help, I do not trust you"
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Hello! Call me Tana or 타나 My pronouns are Any/All/BOC Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
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Avery Saltspite is stalking around Pirate’s rest, the stench of death and rotten tuna following her like a miasma. Traveling back to The Lamprey, her ship, she has something special in tow- held in her hand is a silver birdcage-empty of life, safe for one… mummified parakeet. Its eye is gouged out and replaced with a tiny golden replica, with a slit in the middle revealing some green gem.
flanking Avery on both sides are some of her crew members-seeming much healthier. Blood drips from the mouth of one of them. Must be some injury, or perhaps tuberculosis.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-It’s been three hundred years!- Right down to the day… But now the witch is back, And there’s hell to pay!-_
_-Ghost of a Victorian Orphan Boy-_ _-Frequenter of Haunts, Mausoleums and Charnel Houses-_ _-Autumn Enthusiast-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
As Avery and her crew stalk silently through the port, she hears a loud thudding sound, not unlike that of rapid footsteps—and a man crashes into Avery coming out of the crowd, knocking himself onto the dusty cobbles in front of her feet.
“Oops! I’m so sorry!” The speaker: a young man, perhaps of twenty? His long, black hair is intertwined with the occasional string of golden, making it glimmer with each step beneath the sun. His face is long, nigh on sallow, but he has a sharp cheekbone to make up for it. He stares up at Avery as if she’s the first person he’s ever seen. “Well, hello,” he says, getting up and dusting himself off, then extending a hand. “My name’s Rai. Are you, perchance, the captain everyone’s been talking about? The one skulking around this place with her crew, doing strange…deeds?” His voice trails off as he notices the cage. He chuckles nervously, looks over his shoulder, but then turns back to Avery.
Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:
With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,
What ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?
|------extended sig------|
She grins, adjusting her necklace fashioned from the jaws of a small shark, and extending her hand to shake his. “Well, that all depends on who you’re askin’. I’m just going about my business, and the folk ‘ere have been harassing me with questions since we docked. Avery Saltspite, Cap’n of the Red Reef Port Corsairs. The original ones.” The two crew members behind her have pistols, as well as strangely sharp teeth. They move a bit awkwardly. Probably just sea legs. Saltspite herself, of course, has actual sea legs- two peg legs fashioned from blunt narwhal horns.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-It’s been three hundred years!- Right down to the day… But now the witch is back, And there’s hell to pay!-_
_-Ghost of a Victorian Orphan Boy-_ _-Frequenter of Haunts, Mausoleums and Charnel Houses-_ _-Autumn Enthusiast-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Shadows exist, don't they?"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Couldn’t you also argue that they are the absence of existence? Absence of light?”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"But they still exist"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“Makes you wonder how the absence of something can exist, when it is the absence of existence, doesn’t it?”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Ha, some wish that"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
Old man exhibits a confused yet speculative expression now, “Elaborate for me.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Some people wish to not exist"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“…I can relate.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Can you though?"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“An amazing question that makes me wonder…why do you say that?”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Do you hate every fiber of your being? or do you hate the fact of your life sucks?"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“…I hate the past, and the opportunities I missed that may have saved the world with…fewer casualties.”
”I assume that…you don’t enjoy your existence…hrmmm, why is that, and may I offer you a hand in assistance?”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Nay, I am repaying the debts I owe"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“…either way I may be of some assistance, however small, and it’s the least I could do.”
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Really? Do you think you could help?"
*Do you want to roleplay on God TTRPG*
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.
“I could sure try, if you’d allow me”
*sure!*
I am the Sturgeon Man, AKA Sturgeon Dan.
With my Sturgeon Band, we’ll conquer the Sturgeon Land!
With my Sturgeon Bars, and m’ boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"You can not help, I do not trust you"
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
Disclaimer: Tana__ is not to be held responsible for any of the following events happening as a result of talking to Tana__, touching Tana__, or even just seeing Tana__: The rise of Tiamat, resurrection of Vecna, pissed-of genies, a complete and utter power change in the blood war, or a fate worse than a fate worse than total annihilation. Exist with Tana__ at your own risk.