DruSM157

High Casual Rant

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I just see it as a way to spread exposure. Someone might not check Advanced Interest Checks at all, but instead check General Interest Checks and Casual Interest Checks. If a GM posts their interest check in Advanced & General, then people could actually notice it and it can act as their introduction to Advanced roleplay, provided they feel they can meet the standards. Quite a few of the roleplays I've joined are ones I found through General Interest Checks, if I look back on it.

@Mara

Why even have those specific interest forums at all? Why not just one place for interest checks then?

High Casual Rant

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I can't really speak for everyone when discussing my views on the matter. I check General every time I'm searching for a new roleplay.

@Mara

I think the issue is every forum has a specific interest check and then there's the general on top of it. It's sort of made obsolete by one or the other.

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I actually had a spam thread about my opinions of General Interest Checks with this realization I pulled off of Discord.

@Raddum

My god. The forum truly is pure evil.

High Casual Rant

We've also got the General Interest Checks section to help increase traffic.

@Mara

I think I've maybe attracted one person ever from a General Interest Check. That place is trash.

High Casual Rant

High casual is for cowards? Psh, fuck that. High casual is for lazy assholes like me. It's the easiest way to write a hefty amount without putting in the dedicating to shitting together a mini-novel for an interest check. It's easier to just say "here's the fucking groundwork" in an hour and build off of that, tout de suite.

I guess if enough people raise Cain over it, shit will change. Won't get me to make any interest checks in the advanced forums still. I don't have the energy to put in the effort people believe that place demands.

In Search of Gaea: A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure

Marlowe Vallis

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• The Skullfish, Hold. Southern Seas •

Marlowe winced in pain as looked over to Marea as she violently eliminated several savorask. He looked over to see Terhikki in trouble, and another girl armed with a shield running over to assist her, and he turned to see two more figures; another Northlander and a woman battling the largest Savorask.

The alpha.

With Solia having killed the alpha and it’s brood, many of the Savorask left on the ship seemed to move back now—as if without their alpha, their plan of attack was gone. The blonde man, Max, took a moment to lunge his blade into the head of one, and the few survivors took the opportunity to leap into the ocean, fleeing the ship.

“Ocean’s blight,” the booming voice of Bron came from behind. “Savorask aren’t native to these waters.” He walked over to the wheel of the ship and looked over Evander. “You alright to steer us into that storm?” He turned back to the others, tired and wounded on the deck. “Bandage yourselves, unless one of you lot can heal! We’re about to enter the-“ A huge wave smashed into the side of the ship.

Incidental Music

“Damnit!” Bron roared, grabbing onto the wooden railing of the Skullfish. Lightning erupted overhead and thin flecks of rain began to bear down onto the ship. “Marty!” He bellowed to their engineer belowdecks. “Activate the Aether Engine NOW!”

Huge winds began to rock the deck, and as the rain began to increase in its intensity, it became difficult to keep a stable footing. Bron grasped the wheel, motioning to Evander to help him keep a steady heading. “Hang on!” He roared, steering them now on a direct course into the raging storm.

Marlowe was nearly thrown into a pile of dead Savorask bodies as the storm began to kick up, and he quickly steered his head around the deck, looking to see where everyone was. “Marea!” He called for the girl, grabbing onto the hatch leading belowdecks. “Get inside!” If he let her fall overboard and if she was lost to the sea…Talu’s forgiveness wouldn’t be the first thing on his mind. No, he wouldn’t be able to ever forgive himself, either.

The storm raged harder, and it seemed that the crew would be blown completely off the deck; when the booming of the engine erupted in the hold, and a bright green-blue orb of energy began to encase the ship. The wind stopped on the deck, and the rain began to bounce off the barrier.

“We only have a few minutes,” Bron grimaced. “Max! You and a few of these divers get the harpoon ready to fire!” He turned to Evander. “You keep us dead ahead towards that rock.” He jumped down. “You-“ he pointed at Marlowe and Marea. “You help me get the diving gear from the hold. We’ll deal with the stowaway deal later.”

What Are You Listening To?

Only one song can express the sheer rage I have that has built up for completely irrational levels due to being "appreciated" in token offerings.

What Are You Listening To?

Another year older, rushing by into the blue again. Pretty soon I’ll just be a dusty corpse.

In Search of Gaea: A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure

Marlowe Vallis

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• The Skullfish, Hold. Southern Seas •

Incidental Music

The sudden sound of the commotion, mixed with Marea breaking towards the deck, nearly caused Marlowe to freeze. The distant yelling of the young man who’d caught them exiting the crate just a few moments ago spoke all he needed to know: monsters were attacking. Marlowe nearly yelled out as well, before the large man held a hand out in front of him.

“Damnit,” Bron muttered, glaring at Marlowe. “I’ll deal with you later. You stay here and stay out of damn trouble.” He quickly ran to the deck, following close behind Marea. Marlowe, however, felt…frozen for the first time. Anxiety, fear, or perhaps a sudden lack of knowing what to do. He’d never heard of this Savorask before. Was it a huge, terrifying monster? Was it a deadly leviathan?

Something finally clicked in his head, and he quickly reached back in the crate where his sword was still laying and dashed out onto the deck. The sudden gust of wind and the sight of so many odd creatures nearly blew Marlowe backward. The bald man was already running on deck, placing something onto his hand; like a glove. Suddenly two sharp metal blades seemed to jut out, covering his right hand. One of the creatures shot its tongue like a missile, and he simply sliced into it with his gauntlet, causing the creature to recoil.

The others were fighting as well. Terhikki was bashing one of the frogs, causing it to convulse in pain, Marina was fighting several of the creatures at once with little effort. One of the creatures leaped at another girl holding a shield—Marlowe had not met her—but she seemed to knock them back with little effort. Even the blonde man who had found them was fighting; holding a curved saber up against one of the creatures, before bringing it down to split into the creature’s thick head.

“Look out!” The voice of a crewman above him seemed to echo out as one of the creatures leaped onto Marlowe, knocking him backward onto his backside. He yelped in a mixture of surprise and sudden sharp pain as the creature brought it’s fangs down onto his left shoulder, tearing at his flesh.

Marlowe cried out, yanking his sword with an awkward lack of finesse, driving it at first in a weak, inaccurate slash which simply bounced off the side of the beast. As the pain seemed to make the world shrink away for a moment, Marlowe felt a burst of adrenaline kick in and brought the blade forward into the creature’s side. The odd, hook-like nature of the blade’s tip seemed to split and tear at the thick hide, piercing it deep. The creature roared in pain, and pulled back, but the hook had dug itself deep into the creature. Marlowe used that moment to force his own weight against the creature, causing it to roll over and finally free itself from his sword’s “hook”. But now the creature had rolled onto its back, and Marlowe quickly drove the sword into a coup de grâce into the soft underbelly of the beast. It spasmed for a moment, before stopping.

“Marea!” Marlowe called to the girl, his left arm hanging awkwardly limp on his side, as blood trickled down. He saw her further down the deck. “Their stomachs! That’s where they’re weak!”

“That’s a good observation island boy!” The bald man yelled as he threw a smaller Savorask overboard. It seemed that outside of Marlowe’s wound, everyone else was dealing with the beasts in a quick and easy fashion.

In Search of Gaea: A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure

Marlowe Vallis

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• The Skullfish, Hold. Southern Seas •

The crate was uncomfortably warm and Marlowe found himself unreasonably close to the girl he had regarded as a sister for the past 6 years. He did his best to give her enough room for herself; since he was, at the least, slightly larger in frame and height than her. They were resting on a bed of nets and diver gear, and luckily they had pushed many of the smaller metal parts away from their seat. Still, mesh net did not make a comfortable cushion in a tight fitting wooden box. Between the awkwardness of close proximity to someone and the stifling warmth of a closed container, Marlowe was beginning to perspire a tad.

“When we start moving…” he muttered, trying not to whisper too loudly, “We’ll sneak out. I believe that Miss Terhikki and Miss Watercrest will vouch for us if we can casually stroll on deck.”

Suddenly, the two felt themselves slightly rock back and forth in the crate, with Marlowe nearly falling over Marea. “S-sorry!” He quickly whispered, pushing himself back into his corner. “We’re finally moving…” he muttered. “Soon we’ll be too far to turn around and I’ll finally be on my way…”

Bron Cirrus

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•The Skullfish, Main Deck. Southern Seas •

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“And we’re off!” The large man bellowed, one hand on the ship’s wheel as he steered their course directly towards Gullspire Rock. In the distance, the clouds were blackened and ominous, and lighting struck around the rock constantly.

“Steel your nerves, you lot,” he said as a huge thunderclap roared amidst the breeze. “We’ll pierce the storm, anchor in its eye with the harpoon, and end this damnable weather by supper.” He smirked, and turned to the blonde haired young man. “Max! Go ahead and check for cable in the hold! I want to make sure we’re secured on that rock. I’d rather not break any of our diver’s necks if we become dislodged.”
“Yes sir.” The man gave a slight bow and made his way below decks.

“Mr. Northman,” He called over to Evander. “I’ve heard you’re an excellent helmsman. Would you mind taking the wheel for a spell whilst I check on our engine? We need to deploy a wind barrier around us right as we hit the storm; that will hopefully keep us from being shredded by the gales long enough to breach the eye.”

He let the northsailor take the wheel and knelt down into the engine cabin to talk to his main engineer, Marty. “How is she holding up?”

“She’ll hold long enough captain. It’ll be hard on her running the engine and the barrier at once.”

“We need to move through those waters quickly. We won’t have the wind tearing at us, but we still have to deal with those waves. And I expect them to be high.”

“She’ll last. Just don’t expect to push her too hard or we’ll end up scuttled to the deep.”

“Sir?” Max’s voice called from the hold. “I think you should see this.”

Bron sighed and waved at Marty, making his way into the hold. “What is i-“

He saw Max standing next to two more young ones. From the village no less. His left eye bulged a little bit. Why the hell were stowaways here? Now? Of all the damn places? Did these two kids decide to sneak away from home? Were they love birds trying to find a quiet place to pash? Now Bron had two more bodies on board, and they were sailing into dangerous seas—

“I-I can explain!” The brown haired young man stammered. “You see, I-I’m actually with two of the Divers on the ship! Terhikki and Marina. I’m a Diver too!”

“Really boy? You’re a diver? Where’s your gear?”

“Oh-well, I don’t have a rebreather. Or any kinds of special equipment. I just have my sword. So…I can fight anything that comes at us!”

Bron placed a thick hand on his forehead. ”Ocean’s blood…” he muttered. He turned to Max, trying to keep his composure. “Head up to the deck and tell our helmsman to turn about. We’ve got two islandlings to drop off before we get too far out to sea.”

Max nodded, and the young man made his way back onto the deck, walking towards Evander. “Sir,” he muttered quietly to Evander. “We need to turn back towards the Island. It seems we have…an issue.”

The boat suddenly rocked; though it was not due to Evander’s piloting. Something was…knocking against the ship! Max nearly lost his footing, grabbing onto the siderail of the ship, looking down into the water. That’s where he saw them. “Impossible,” he muttered, before the creature nearly lept from the water at him. He turned back to the others, yelling. “Arm yourselves!” At that moment, several large creatures leapt from the ocean, landing onto the main deck of the ship. Quadrupedal, froglike, but covered in razor sharp fins. Any of the experienced divers would have noticed what they were immediately; though it seemed impossible they’d be here.

Savorask. A deep water creature; usually hanging around ancient cave systems. They were dangerous night hunters and a recurring danger to many divers. Thick, elongated tongues that could shoot out like a pistol, and sharp, serrated teeth to tear apart anything they pulled in. Thick skin and swift swimmers, they were also able to move on land. But they were usually found in the Imperial Sea, or in the Sea of Ancients.

Why were they here?!

In Search of Gaea: A Seafaring Fantasy Adventure

I'll start working on a post. My mental breakdown is in remission for now anyways, so I should be able to force myself to focus on writing for a little while.