Quiet breaks the tavern like a receding tide as the patrons, whose motley personnages ----- this both reflected in the state of their clothes and the state of their drink ----- denote the sort of establishment this is. Perhaps not quite the place for me, Rai ponders, but goes and waves the barkeep over all the same. "A Phyrrian tea, light on the cardamom," he barks. Although the man eyes him with some curiosity, he refuses to get the drink, like a dog when told to perform beyond its capabilities. Rai smiles his best smile in return. It does need patching up, although it'll do the job for now. Well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Leaning closer to the man, he puts his lips to the other's ear.
"I have plenty of money to pay...and I can get you plenty more. I'd suggest you'd get me that tea, as with it comes a promise of plenty of silver ---- and even gold ---- for a fine bartender such as you."
"You'd better show us first," is all the man says, then moving over to satiate another thirsty customer. Fine. Rolling his neck (and met with a rather loud crack that wasn't quite what he wished for), he stands, allowing his tapestrical robes to flow back over him. It takes a moment for anyone to notice him, another for anyone to care, and still another for the whispers to dull to a silence. If there's one thing he's learned in his time, it's that you have to stoke the audience's flame before you kindle it.
"People of the Pirate's Rest," he says, once the strumming of strings and telling of tales has ceased, while he perches himself, stooping bird-like, in front of the fire. He'll require its assistance in his performance. "You would like a story. Perhaps not a tale that the priests will tell you to make a copper and an investment in your morals. A retelling of one of those tales, or something not fit for couth ears? My ears are all open."
While he does this, he averts his gaze from his audience, allowing it to fall upon the flickering flames. He speaks the words, quietly invoking the bindings that he's known for so long, knows so well. It only feels like a familiar routine, as easy as slipping into clothes or breathing. "Isk, roth." The fire swoops out of its place, alighting and floating just above the tip of his staff. He smiles, waiting for the audience to call a name. They always do, in curiosity. He builds their anticipation, stalking around the fire. All things have a story to tell, and he has many he knows.
*So my character's essentially based on R.R. Virdi's Ari (from The First Binding). He has some weird variant magic (ten bindings that do stuff, essentially ten spells that do one thing but with anything. He can bind the floor to the ceiling, for example, but the same one can bind a hand to the table.*
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a cold wind blows in off the harbor, a haunting sea shanty lilting on the air.
an ocean of mist rolls into port, carrying on it a spectral ship, and the damp, salty smell of death at sea with it. steering the ghostly ship is a transparent skeleton, in material captain's clothes, with a metal prosthetic hand. he barks orders at a crew of sheet ghosts before dropping anchor, and stepping onto the dock, the ocean, ship, and crew dissolving back into mist that clings around him.
Cassius Pillar sits in the bar of the tavern, chatting rowdily with a group of pirates and drinking a glass of whiskey. He seems quite drunk-a few people are eyeing him warily, but they know not to attack on Pirate's Rest. Cassius's hairband has come loose, and his auburn locks fall down his shoulders. He has rolled up the sleeves of his navy uniform, revealing old scars and sunburned skin. Cassius waves to Rai cheerfully, slurring his words. "C'mere! Talk with me!"
*anyone can interact but this is specifically for Wes's character*
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Cassius Pillar sits in the bar of the tavern, chatting rowdily with a group of pirates and drinking a glass of whiskey. He seems quite drunk-a few people are eyeing him warily, but they know not to attack on Pirate's Rest. Cassius's hairband has come loose, and his auburn locks fall down his shoulders. He has rolled up the sleeves of his navy uniform, revealing old scars and sunburned skin. Cassius waves to Rai cheerfully, slurring his words. "C'mere! Talk with me!"
*anyone can interact but this is specifically for Wes's character*
Rai turns his head, his bangs flopping lazily as he looks over at Cassius. "Maybe later, then," he says, waving a good-bye to the patrons watching him as he slowly strides towards the man. After a second, he turns back to alight the fireplace once more.
"Friend, who are you?" Rai asks, taking a seat next to the man and eyeing his ales without fixating his eyes upon them ---- a trick he's learned throughout the ages. "I haven't seen you around here before. Then again, I haven't been here before."
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A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
'Ya crazy or something? Nah, I can't help ya do that. I just got a new boat, it's pretty nice, fast, to outrun the Devourer. But I ain't gonna go approach it'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
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Quiet breaks the tavern like a receding tide as the patrons, whose motley personnages ----- this both reflected in the state of their clothes and the state of their drink ----- denote the sort of establishment this is. Perhaps not quite the place for me, Rai ponders, but goes and waves the barkeep over all the same. "A Phyrrian tea, light on the cardamom," he barks. Although the man eyes him with some curiosity, he refuses to get the drink, like a dog when told to perform beyond its capabilities. Rai smiles his best smile in return. It does need patching up, although it'll do the job for now. Well, if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Leaning closer to the man, he puts his lips to the other's ear.
"I have plenty of money to pay...and I can get you plenty more. I'd suggest you'd get me that tea, as with it comes a promise of plenty of silver ---- and even gold ---- for a fine bartender such as you."
"You'd better show us first," is all the man says, then moving over to satiate another thirsty customer. Fine. Rolling his neck (and met with a rather loud crack that wasn't quite what he wished for), he stands, allowing his tapestrical robes to flow back over him. It takes a moment for anyone to notice him, another for anyone to care, and still another for the whispers to dull to a silence. If there's one thing he's learned in his time, it's that you have to stoke the audience's flame before you kindle it.
"People of the Pirate's Rest," he says, once the strumming of strings and telling of tales has ceased, while he perches himself, stooping bird-like, in front of the fire. He'll require its assistance in his performance. "You would like a story. Perhaps not a tale that the priests will tell you to make a copper and an investment in your morals. A retelling of one of those tales, or something not fit for couth ears? My ears are all open."
While he does this, he averts his gaze from his audience, allowing it to fall upon the flickering flames. He speaks the words, quietly invoking the bindings that he's known for so long, knows so well. It only feels like a familiar routine, as easy as slipping into clothes or breathing. "Isk, roth." The fire swoops out of its place, alighting and floating just above the tip of his staff. He smiles, waiting for the audience to call a name. They always do, in curiosity. He builds their anticipation, stalking around the fire. All things have a story to tell, and he has many he knows.
*So my character's essentially based on R.R. Virdi's Ari (from The First Binding). He has some weird variant magic (ten bindings that do stuff, essentially ten spells that do one thing but with anything. He can bind the floor to the ceiling, for example, but the same one can bind a hand to the table.*
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
*That would definitely work!*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
*ill probably just swap the monster for the devourer*
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You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
*epic!*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
a cold wind blows in off the harbor, a haunting sea shanty lilting on the air.
an ocean of mist rolls into port, carrying on it a spectral ship, and the damp, salty smell of death at sea with it. steering the ghostly ship is a transparent skeleton, in material captain's clothes, with a metal prosthetic hand. he barks orders at a crew of sheet ghosts before dropping anchor, and stepping onto the dock, the ocean, ship, and crew dissolving back into mist that clings around him.
Scurvy Dave is back
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
Cassius Pillar sits in the bar of the tavern, chatting rowdily with a group of pirates and drinking a glass of whiskey. He seems quite drunk-a few people are eyeing him warily, but they know not to attack on Pirate's Rest. Cassius's hairband has come loose, and his auburn locks fall down his shoulders. He has rolled up the sleeves of his navy uniform, revealing old scars and sunburned skin. Cassius waves to Rai cheerfully, slurring his words. "C'mere! Talk with me!"
*anyone can interact but this is specifically for Wes's character*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
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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Rai turns his head, his bangs flopping lazily as he looks over at Cassius. "Maybe later, then," he says, waving a good-bye to the patrons watching him as he slowly strides towards the man. After a second, he turns back to alight the fireplace once more.
"Friend, who are you?" Rai asks, taking a seat next to the man and eyeing his ales without fixating his eyes upon them ---- a trick he's learned throughout the ages. "I haven't seen you around here before. Then again, I haven't been here before."
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
*anyone wanna rp?*
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
*yar har har i shall roleplay with ye!*
An old man in flowing white robes walks into the tavern and orders a cup of milk.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
sitting at the bar is a ghostly skeleton in captain's clothes, grasping a mug with a metallic hand
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You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
The old man grumbulates as his milk takes longer to arrive than expected.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
the skeleton speaks. "milk? what kinda sea man are ye?"
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You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
The old man chuckles to himself, “do I look like a sea man to you? No offense, of course.”
”I’m a mage, a Lactomancer, milk magic that deals with, I’m here concerning the Devourer and its potential in taming and…well…milking.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
the skeleton chuckles. "impossible. but wizards never listen to that do they?"
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You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
The old man says, “Nothings impossible as long as you have a Good Attitude!”
He grumbulates, “sorry I was quoting my patron deity.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
A scruffy-looking pirate strides into the tavern. He's tall and thin and looks like he hasn't washed in weeks. 'Be there folks here looking for a crew?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
the old man says, “Aye, if your willing to help me perform the hardest task ever known to mankind.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
'And what be that? I've had me fair share of hard tasks'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The old man laughs so hard the milk he was drinking spurts out of his nose (don’t you hate that?)
”oh this is nothing like anything you’ve ever done before…I need to milk the Devourer
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
'Ya crazy or something? Nah, I can't help ya do that. I just got a new boat, it's pretty nice, fast, to outrun the Devourer. But I ain't gonna go approach it'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.