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DruSM157
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Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits
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You status bar people sure are a contentious bunch
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Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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As someone who has been stabbed in the past knives are not kinky
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I'd rather just...never take a lewd of myself.
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Talu is my favorite character to write for, just so I can immediately shut down any goofiness that my character attempts.
Marlowe Vallis
• Windward Island, The Sunken Shepard. Southern Seas •
Marlowe beamed alongside Terhikki as she finished her explanation of her history. He answered the violet haired girl first: “Lock and key? Kind of. The Chief won’t let me just leave the island to go exploring on my own, and the few divers that have passed through didn’t want me to join them.” Please don’t ask why. “But wow, both of you have a decade of experience between you! I guess I’d better give my introduction too!”
Marlowe bent his knees a little, and did an odd pose with his footwork and arms. “I am the son of a celebrated island heroine and a mysterious diver. An unconquerable soul who laughs death in the face, and smiles as a new adventure rises among the rising sun! I’ve piloted skiffs and fishing boats across the islands, I’ve traveled to Sun’s Rest and climbed the mountain, and dove into its deepest caves. I’ve raced Spinefish, I’ve dueled Bloodeels, and I’ve laughed as Razorsharks attempted to drag me from a boat!” All…mostly true stories. “But my greatest accomplishment? I will uncover all the secrets that the Mother Ocean holds, and I’ll be remembered as the greatest hero from Windward Island. So great, that they’ll have to build a statue of me in the marketplace, and rename it into Hero’s Landing!” He placed both hands on his hips, in a faux-heroic pose that he deemed his statue would hold.
Yes, he could see it. Every year on his birthday, the people of the island would rain flowers upon the streets. Travelers from across the seas would come to see his collection of artifacts, all housed in the Chief’s hut. Even Talu, old and wizened, would smile and tell visitors how great Marlowe was, how he knew he would be a great diver. Then he would look at his statue and cry, missing him.
“You job was to bring me the contracts, not try and sell yourself for a job.” Talu’s voice was abrupt behind Marlowe, and froze the young man solid as the taller man quickly yanked the contracts from Marlowe’s arms and gave one solid hit on the top of Marlowe’s head, sending him wincing and closing his eyes in pain. Talu turned to the two young women. “I suggest you learn more about your possible crewmen before you go around accepting anyone into your fold. I shouldn’t have to remind you that those born under the eclipse bear the Ocean’s curse.”
Talu quietly handed the contracts around the room, and returned to the table. “Marlowe. Return home at once.” He turned to Marea. “Make sure to lock his door this time. Then return. I will need your help tonight.” He turned once more to Marlowe before he walked off. “Do not return here. I will tie you to the thieves’ post if I see you try and sneak off to join another crew.”
Marlowe sighed and slouched, preparing to walk back towards the Chief's house.
Marlowe bent his knees a little, and did an odd pose with his footwork and arms. “I am the son of a celebrated island heroine and a mysterious diver. An unconquerable soul who laughs death in the face, and smiles as a new adventure rises among the rising sun! I’ve piloted skiffs and fishing boats across the islands, I’ve traveled to Sun’s Rest and climbed the mountain, and dove into its deepest caves. I’ve raced Spinefish, I’ve dueled Bloodeels, and I’ve laughed as Razorsharks attempted to drag me from a boat!” All…mostly true stories. “But my greatest accomplishment? I will uncover all the secrets that the Mother Ocean holds, and I’ll be remembered as the greatest hero from Windward Island. So great, that they’ll have to build a statue of me in the marketplace, and rename it into Hero’s Landing!” He placed both hands on his hips, in a faux-heroic pose that he deemed his statue would hold.
Yes, he could see it. Every year on his birthday, the people of the island would rain flowers upon the streets. Travelers from across the seas would come to see his collection of artifacts, all housed in the Chief’s hut. Even Talu, old and wizened, would smile and tell visitors how great Marlowe was, how he knew he would be a great diver. Then he would look at his statue and cry, missing him.
“You job was to bring me the contracts, not try and sell yourself for a job.” Talu’s voice was abrupt behind Marlowe, and froze the young man solid as the taller man quickly yanked the contracts from Marlowe’s arms and gave one solid hit on the top of Marlowe’s head, sending him wincing and closing his eyes in pain. Talu turned to the two young women. “I suggest you learn more about your possible crewmen before you go around accepting anyone into your fold. I shouldn’t have to remind you that those born under the eclipse bear the Ocean’s curse.”
Talu quietly handed the contracts around the room, and returned to the table. “Marlowe. Return home at once.” He turned to Marea. “Make sure to lock his door this time. Then return. I will need your help tonight.” He turned once more to Marlowe before he walked off. “Do not return here. I will tie you to the thieves’ post if I see you try and sneak off to join another crew.”
Marlowe sighed and slouched, preparing to walk back towards the Chief's house.
Marlowe Vallis
• Windward Island, The Sunken Shepard. Southern Seas •
The moment the skimpily dressed girl suggested he should join her crew. “Y-you’d really take me on?” His brown eyes seemed to widen into large rounded pools. “Wow-I mean, wow! I won’t let you guys down!” His grin erupted into a large tooth smile, “I know these waters like the back of my hand! And I have my own weapon-“ He pointed at the oddly shaped blade on his back. “Plus, I can swim really fast! And I can hold my breath for longer than six minu-“ The violet haired girls stare finally brought him back to reality. “R-Right. The contract.”
He walked over behind Terhikki to point out specific passages. “See, here it talks about payment. Every diver that takes on the job gets 500 shelma. I know that’s not too great, but see here…” he pointed to other words that she couldn’t read, “This states that you get to take ANY treasure you find on this job. It’s a great deal! Most divers have to give up a share of treasure they find to the contract holder. But because we can’t pay that much, you get all the treasure you can grab!” If there WAS any treasure to find.
“Down here,” he pointed to the lower paragraph, “it’s just stating that if you die, you don’t get payment. So…yeah. Be careful!” He stepped back after explaining the whole contract, and looked at the two. “So…how long have you guys been divers? Have you gotten to explore a lot of ruins? Have you seen one of the six leviathans?!” Marlowe seemed like an excitable child given too many sweets.
He walked over behind Terhikki to point out specific passages. “See, here it talks about payment. Every diver that takes on the job gets 500 shelma. I know that’s not too great, but see here…” he pointed to other words that she couldn’t read, “This states that you get to take ANY treasure you find on this job. It’s a great deal! Most divers have to give up a share of treasure they find to the contract holder. But because we can’t pay that much, you get all the treasure you can grab!” If there WAS any treasure to find.
“Down here,” he pointed to the lower paragraph, “it’s just stating that if you die, you don’t get payment. So…yeah. Be careful!” He stepped back after explaining the whole contract, and looked at the two. “So…how long have you guys been divers? Have you gotten to explore a lot of ruins? Have you seen one of the six leviathans?!” Marlowe seemed like an excitable child given too many sweets.
Jesus, one week in and we’re sitting at over 200 posts. Keep up the hard work everyone!
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it's all good. I need to get off my butt and grade tests since grades are due tomorrow. Blugh
it's all good. I need to get off my butt and grade tests since grades are due tomorrow. Blugh
Marlowe Vallis
• Windward Island, Chief’s Estate. Southern Seas •
Marlowe remained silent as they approached the Meeting Hut. It was a large, circular hut next to the Chief’s house, where the three lived. The hut was simple, with a large pallet in the far corner for Talu to sit, and places for up to twenty to sit around the room. It was usually for monthly meetings of the tribe; for those to discuss the health of crops, the best fishing spots, and to settle disputes from families. Marlowe and Marea, since they still lived with the Chief, were only permitted to bring things to the meetings, but never allowed to actually sit in or bring their own grievances.
“When you get your own home and start providing for the village, that’s when you get to participate,” Talu’s words echoed in Marlowe’s ears as he walked over to the Chief’s pallet to find a large stack of handwritten papers. Carefully and meticulously worded in the Chief’s own hand, Talu had spent sleepless nights writing them out for any divers who would arrive. One woman had already arrived, and Marlowe wanted to meet her, but Talu had approached her himself, going over the contract.
“Well…” Marlowe muttered, turning to Marea with a mischievous grin. Talu said to get the contracts, so that means he must need someone to give them to the Divers as well, right?” His mind was racing with Marea’s words as well. “This is my chance!” He exclaimed to her. “Maybe I can impress some divers with my knowledge about Gullspire rock, and they’ll want to bring me along on this mission. Then I can prove myself by fighting monsters, overcoming dangers and helping them find incredible lost treasure!” He was now too excited and too far into his fantasy.
He haphazardly stuffed the papers under an arm and dashed past the girl. “Come on! Talu’s probably talking to some of the villagers right now, plus he’s got to get dressed in his goofy outfit! Now’s the time to make our mark!”
Marlowe dashed back into the town, dodging pods of people standing around talking about the merchants and divers, and finally ducked his way into The Sunken Shepard. He started handing out the contracts to some of the strangers, knowing they had to be divers. He finally made his way to the table with two women talking closely, handing one to the girl dressed in…barely anything. He did his best to keep his eyes on the level, his mind constantly reminding him to stay on course. He turned to the violet-haired girl sitting across, nearly handing her a contract. “Wait-“ he stopped. “You’ve already got a contract, right?” Even if he was forbidden to try and hop on board with these divers, he’d still snuck around the tavern and scoped out anyone new for the past few days.
“When you get your own home and start providing for the village, that’s when you get to participate,” Talu’s words echoed in Marlowe’s ears as he walked over to the Chief’s pallet to find a large stack of handwritten papers. Carefully and meticulously worded in the Chief’s own hand, Talu had spent sleepless nights writing them out for any divers who would arrive. One woman had already arrived, and Marlowe wanted to meet her, but Talu had approached her himself, going over the contract.
“Well…” Marlowe muttered, turning to Marea with a mischievous grin. Talu said to get the contracts, so that means he must need someone to give them to the Divers as well, right?” His mind was racing with Marea’s words as well. “This is my chance!” He exclaimed to her. “Maybe I can impress some divers with my knowledge about Gullspire rock, and they’ll want to bring me along on this mission. Then I can prove myself by fighting monsters, overcoming dangers and helping them find incredible lost treasure!” He was now too excited and too far into his fantasy.
He haphazardly stuffed the papers under an arm and dashed past the girl. “Come on! Talu’s probably talking to some of the villagers right now, plus he’s got to get dressed in his goofy outfit! Now’s the time to make our mark!”
Marlowe dashed back into the town, dodging pods of people standing around talking about the merchants and divers, and finally ducked his way into The Sunken Shepard. He started handing out the contracts to some of the strangers, knowing they had to be divers. He finally made his way to the table with two women talking closely, handing one to the girl dressed in…barely anything. He did his best to keep his eyes on the level, his mind constantly reminding him to stay on course. He turned to the violet-haired girl sitting across, nearly handing her a contract. “Wait-“ he stopped. “You’ve already got a contract, right?” Even if he was forbidden to try and hop on board with these divers, he’d still snuck around the tavern and scoped out anyone new for the past few days.
... I am not sure what I just walked into the OOC chat to, but it's definitely a thing, I can tell you that much
It's okay, I'm the darn GM and I barely know what's going on in the OOC.
Marlowe Vallis
• Windward Island, Port. Southern Seas •
“Do you really think they'll be able to fix it, though? I don't think any of these Divers come from the area, so they won't know what all to look out for, especially with their thoughts occupied by treasure.”
Marea’s words struck true to Marlowe, as they usually did. She was terse but to the point and that was something Marlowe needed in his life. She was a grounding force that he didn’t have when it was just him and Chief Talu. Still, it was hard to truly gauge her feelings—beyond what she explicitly stated. Marlowe did not believe that any one person could truly be so calm and neutral always. The irony was lost to him, of course.
“It’s Chief Talu’s request, though. He won’t let anyone from the village sail out to Gullspire in a skiff.” Not that anyone besides Marlowe had requested to sail into the storm. He’d called it suicidal. Marlowe simply thought it would be dangerous. He never expected to die from such an endeavor.
“For good reason as well. ” The stern chilly voice was deep and well-known to everyone in the village. Chief Talu stood behind Marlowe and Marea, his arms crossed. “Marlowe, I thought I told you earlier to get the contracts from the meeting hut and to bring them to the tavern.” Even though Marlowe was fully grown, Talu still stood a head taller than the young man, his skin dark tan and his hair neatly shaven. He was not wearing his ceremonial garb; there would be time for that later; for now, he simply dressed nicer than most of the fishermen. “Marea, thank you for delivering the food.” He smiled at the girl, and turned to walk towards the tavern. “You should strive to learn from her, Marlowe. Marea works hard and is well respected. She’s like your mother.”
Marlowe sighed, kneeling to let Mala down, and started walking towards the meeting hut, his attitude now sullen. Whatever excitement that was building in his chest was now deflated by Talu’s words.
Marea’s words struck true to Marlowe, as they usually did. She was terse but to the point and that was something Marlowe needed in his life. She was a grounding force that he didn’t have when it was just him and Chief Talu. Still, it was hard to truly gauge her feelings—beyond what she explicitly stated. Marlowe did not believe that any one person could truly be so calm and neutral always. The irony was lost to him, of course.
“It’s Chief Talu’s request, though. He won’t let anyone from the village sail out to Gullspire in a skiff.” Not that anyone besides Marlowe had requested to sail into the storm. He’d called it suicidal. Marlowe simply thought it would be dangerous. He never expected to die from such an endeavor.
“For good reason as well. ” The stern chilly voice was deep and well-known to everyone in the village. Chief Talu stood behind Marlowe and Marea, his arms crossed. “Marlowe, I thought I told you earlier to get the contracts from the meeting hut and to bring them to the tavern.” Even though Marlowe was fully grown, Talu still stood a head taller than the young man, his skin dark tan and his hair neatly shaven. He was not wearing his ceremonial garb; there would be time for that later; for now, he simply dressed nicer than most of the fishermen. “Marea, thank you for delivering the food.” He smiled at the girl, and turned to walk towards the tavern. “You should strive to learn from her, Marlowe. Marea works hard and is well respected. She’s like your mother.”
Marlowe sighed, kneeling to let Mala down, and started walking towards the meeting hut, his attitude now sullen. Whatever excitement that was building in his chest was now deflated by Talu’s words.
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