Everyone can keep posting if you feel the urge. I'm gonna hold off on posting in the Tavern or in Marlowe and Marea's sneaking mission just yet, so as to give @AGenericUser some time to post. But I mean, continue to gossip, plan, dream, etc. I love it!
DruSM157
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STATUS: Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits 3 yrs ago
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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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45 IC posts in two days is 'shocking' aye.
Just shows how cool we are
Oh wow, came back to a sudden wave of activity. Left at like, 18 posts, and I come back to 45. Thought I was seeing things. Sorry I couldn't get a post in - was off on an excursion for most the day. I'll try to get one up quick though - though depending on circumstances I mightn't be able to make a whole lot of posts after tomorrow, for three days... but I'll see what I can do about that. No way I'm letting some measly excursions hinder my quest for Gaea.
But yeah, should be able to get a post up soon and all that. And after all those things this week, it should be smooth sailing from there on - in both senses.
It’s all good! I promise we won’t leave you behind. Yesterday was just a shockingly productive day for rp!
Talu Wayfinder
• Windward Island, The Sunken Shepard. Southern Seas •
“Oh, you’re also taking on the contract.” Talu’s eyebrows raised, and he nodded. “Reballo says you’re an excellent helmsman. I have no doubt you’ll be an asset to the team.” He handed a contract to Evander. “I know at least there is one ship ready to head into the stor-“ A loud booming voice finally interrupted the Chief. The man he’d been expecting; a man he’d corresponded with for a few days, had finally arrived into the tavern.
“So! This is who I’ve got to work with, eh?” Bron Cirrus eyed the divers and others around the room, adjusting the goggles on his brow. “Hmm…” he muttered to himself. “Bit younger than I’m used to…but that’s a small potatoes contract for ya.” He walked over to Talu, shaking the chief’s hand. “Alright sir, I’ll take over the briefing from here.”
He turned to the tavern, his voice loud enough to reach everyone sitting down. “Name’s Bron Cirrus. I’m a Second Class Diver from the Guild Headquarters in the Great Deep. My ship’s the Skullfish, she’s a small research ship, but her engine will be strong enough to make a barrier for us to pierce the storm, and we’re loading up our “anchor” on the ship as we speak.”
He walked around the room, moving a few chairs around. “Right now, that storm’s winds are strong enough to tear a little ship apart. And while the Skullfish isn’t a skiff, she’s no ironclad either. The engine will give us 10 minutes to get close enough to that rock, but the real magic is going to be how we stick to it. We’re going to anchor ourselves to the rock itself—he made a piercing motion with one hand, “and then we’ll send two teams. A climbing team to investigate the top of that rock, and a diving team to swim down and investigate the bottom. Some ancient structures actually have surface access, and we haven’t had the luxury of scouting the area out.”
He crossed his arms, looking back to Talu. “A few years ago, a guildmate of mine actually lived here. He had a few research notes on that rock, but apparently most of the notes are gone. But a storm like this isn’t natural. Could be ancient machinery; and if it’s that my engineer and myself have experience disabling devices like that. If it’s aetherite, we’ll need a digging team to safely extract the ore to hopefully stop the reaction. And if it’s something else?” He shrugged. “Divers play by ear. We are famous for our resourcefulness, after all. So, what I need to know is everyone’s skills. It already looks like most of you have partnered up, so that eliminates the need for teams. So now it’s just determining who’s going to do what: dive or climb.”
“So! This is who I’ve got to work with, eh?” Bron Cirrus eyed the divers and others around the room, adjusting the goggles on his brow. “Hmm…” he muttered to himself. “Bit younger than I’m used to…but that’s a small potatoes contract for ya.” He walked over to Talu, shaking the chief’s hand. “Alright sir, I’ll take over the briefing from here.”
He turned to the tavern, his voice loud enough to reach everyone sitting down. “Name’s Bron Cirrus. I’m a Second Class Diver from the Guild Headquarters in the Great Deep. My ship’s the Skullfish, she’s a small research ship, but her engine will be strong enough to make a barrier for us to pierce the storm, and we’re loading up our “anchor” on the ship as we speak.”
He walked around the room, moving a few chairs around. “Right now, that storm’s winds are strong enough to tear a little ship apart. And while the Skullfish isn’t a skiff, she’s no ironclad either. The engine will give us 10 minutes to get close enough to that rock, but the real magic is going to be how we stick to it. We’re going to anchor ourselves to the rock itself—he made a piercing motion with one hand, “and then we’ll send two teams. A climbing team to investigate the top of that rock, and a diving team to swim down and investigate the bottom. Some ancient structures actually have surface access, and we haven’t had the luxury of scouting the area out.”
He crossed his arms, looking back to Talu. “A few years ago, a guildmate of mine actually lived here. He had a few research notes on that rock, but apparently most of the notes are gone. But a storm like this isn’t natural. Could be ancient machinery; and if it’s that my engineer and myself have experience disabling devices like that. If it’s aetherite, we’ll need a digging team to safely extract the ore to hopefully stop the reaction. And if it’s something else?” He shrugged. “Divers play by ear. We are famous for our resourcefulness, after all. So, what I need to know is everyone’s skills. It already looks like most of you have partnered up, so that eliminates the need for teams. So now it’s just determining who’s going to do what: dive or climb.”
Marlowe Vallis
• Windward Island, Shoreline. Southern Seas •
The sand of the shore was wet from the tide, and Marlowe did his best to duck behind beached canoes and keep his head down as he watched fisherman tie down their boats. And that’s when he saw it. “Damnit…” he muttered to Marea, turning back to her. “They’ve got guards on the boats today.” Of course. Talu probably anticipated Marlowe to attempt to commandeer a small skiff and attempt his own mission to stop the storm. There’s no way I can get of-
“Careful with that! We need to load it on the ship carefully! It’s got to pierce thick rock, and I don’t need you blunting the tip!” A man’s voice came from the docks; and Marlowe saw several mean carrying a wrapped object, moving several boxes onto a boat larger than any of the fishing boats he’d seen.
“That’s it…” he whispered to Marea. “I bet they’re taking that boat to Gullspire. All I have to do is sneak on board when no one is looking…”
“Careful with that! We need to load it on the ship carefully! It’s got to pierce thick rock, and I don’t need you blunting the tip!” A man’s voice came from the docks; and Marlowe saw several mean carrying a wrapped object, moving several boxes onto a boat larger than any of the fishing boats he’d seen.
“That’s it…” he whispered to Marea. “I bet they’re taking that boat to Gullspire. All I have to do is sneak on board when no one is looking…”
I can't tell if we're gonna save the world or doom it yet.
PERFECT
Wild, exciting, jawesome... I just want everyone to have fun crafting a story!
Alright so clearly this must be the part where Terhikki tries to tackle Talu.
That would end badly for everyone
Marlowe Vallis
• Windward Island, The Sunken Shepard. Southern Seas •
The two women were sticking up for him, only piling on the guilt. “Please, you don’t have to—” Marlowe tried to retort to save the girl from Talu’s ire. But it was too late.
“Marlowe is one of my people. He is my charge. He is my responsibility. You may not care about the consequences of taking him aboard, but I do. I know the moment he joins up with a crew, I have damned him to an early grave. And I made a promise, ” that word promise made Talu’s voice quiver for a moment, “that I would not let any harm befall him. If that means clipping his wings and tying him to a pole, that is a better alternative than him being torn to shreds by Spinefish or to be devoured along with a ship by an angry Leviathan.”
Talu’s eyes narrowed at Terhikki, and in that moment, he seemed even taller. He already towered over many who entered the tavern, and whilst he was middle-aged, he was still broad chested and quite stout for a Chief. “The boy is non-negotiable. If you insist on arguing, I will ask for your contracts back, I can annul them, and I will send you on your way. If we must wait a few more days for more divers to come in, that is something I am prepared to do.” Talu promptly walked off, giving Marlowe an icy stare to leave, and walked over to the corner table where a man dressed in furs and a covered woman sat, talking.
“You—” he began talking to Evander first, “You work with Mr. Rebello, no? I trust he has brought the requested order along with his other supplies. There is a Diver in town who wanted to make sure it arrived when he did today.” He turned to the cloaked woman, “Are you planning on taking the contract as well?”
Marlowe, in that time, had already walked out of the tavern, wiping at his face. He knew Marea would be following behind, and he did not want her to see him cry. “I know.” he muttered, arguing with the Talu in his mind now since the Chief was busy in the tavern. “I know. I’m cursed. It’s because of me that mother is…and that father is…” he sighed, trying to breathe in deep. “I never asked to be born under that stupid eclipse…”
“Marlowe is one of my people. He is my charge. He is my responsibility. You may not care about the consequences of taking him aboard, but I do. I know the moment he joins up with a crew, I have damned him to an early grave. And I made a promise, ” that word promise made Talu’s voice quiver for a moment, “that I would not let any harm befall him. If that means clipping his wings and tying him to a pole, that is a better alternative than him being torn to shreds by Spinefish or to be devoured along with a ship by an angry Leviathan.”
Talu’s eyes narrowed at Terhikki, and in that moment, he seemed even taller. He already towered over many who entered the tavern, and whilst he was middle-aged, he was still broad chested and quite stout for a Chief. “The boy is non-negotiable. If you insist on arguing, I will ask for your contracts back, I can annul them, and I will send you on your way. If we must wait a few more days for more divers to come in, that is something I am prepared to do.” Talu promptly walked off, giving Marlowe an icy stare to leave, and walked over to the corner table where a man dressed in furs and a covered woman sat, talking.
“You—” he began talking to Evander first, “You work with Mr. Rebello, no? I trust he has brought the requested order along with his other supplies. There is a Diver in town who wanted to make sure it arrived when he did today.” He turned to the cloaked woman, “Are you planning on taking the contract as well?”
Marlowe, in that time, had already walked out of the tavern, wiping at his face. He knew Marea would be following behind, and he did not want her to see him cry. “I know.” he muttered, arguing with the Talu in his mind now since the Chief was busy in the tavern. “I know. I’m cursed. It’s because of me that mother is…and that father is…” he sighed, trying to breathe in deep. “I never asked to be born under that stupid eclipse…”
<Snipped quote by Fading Memory>
But we aren't talking about Marina.
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