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.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“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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When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align 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.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“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.
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.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“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.
When you left this town, with your windows down
And the wilderness inside
Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass
'Til the road and sky align
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.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Shadows exist, don't they?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“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 my boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"But they still exist"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“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 my boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Ha, some wish that"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
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 my boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Some people wish to not exist"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“…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 my boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Can you though?"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“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 my 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
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“…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 my boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"Nay, I am repaying the debts I owe"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“…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 my 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
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“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 my boy Bruno Mars,
The Sturgeon Dudes will send you Sturgeon [REDACTED]!
"You can not help, I do not trust you"
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.