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Gerald Pithers



"EHHH..." Gerald replied to the winged woman, "MOI INQUIRIES APPEAH TEH BE SAILING OVAH YA HEAD WOT. THAT MUST MEAN..."

Gerald raised his finger to his chin, pondering. He then announced, "AH! YEH JUST RELOCATED YEHSELF FROM SAID MERRYMAKIN', EH? AHHH, HUGGANAH, JUNGLE BEAST! INEBRIATION PLAGUES YEH SENSE A GUIDANCE SUMTHIN' UNSATISFACTORY."

Gerald began to march past the winged woman. "ROIGHT DEN." He said, "DRUNKAHD TEH DRUNKAHD, OI SHALL LEAVE YEH TO A GRADUAL RECOVERY FROM YEH PLUNDERIN' A BEVERAGES. FRET NOT FEH ME, FOR OI SHALL FOIND A PUB ON ME LONESOME JUST FOINE INDEED."

He began walking along the coast once more, calling out behind him, "SAFE TRAVELS, JUNGLE BEAST!"

@luclovers
Gerald Pithers



Gerald wasn't even remotely surprised the winged woman knew his language.

"AH, PLEASANTRIES!" He replied, "OI'M DOIN' VERY WELL TODAY, FAIR JUNGLE BEAST. JUST ERECTED FROM A NAP WHAT LASTED FER, EHHHHH... A DURATION OF TOIME WHICH OI AM HAHD-PRESSED TA RECALL AT THE MOMENT. BUT NONETHELESS, OI SEEK TEH STAHT ME DAY OFF WITH A ROUND A DRINKS AT ANY SEHVICEABLE FACILITY WHAT SELLS 'EM."

He extended his hands outward and continued, "THUSLY I SHALL REPEAT MOISELF, WOULD YEH DIRECT ME TEH THE NEAREST, EHHH... POPULATED SETTLEMENT, SO OI MAY BEGIN ME FESTIVITIES?"

@luclovers
@Empour My friend, I see you observing our merrymaking.
Gerald Pithers



Gerald had stumbled in and out of the jungle repeatedly. The horns of the Coastal Vigils rang upon him, and he did naught but reply with, "AHHHHH!"

He kept on his pace, not entirely sure where he was going, until he came upon quite a sight along the coast. Ahead stood a winged, horned, feminine being, with striking red hair and robes of black.

"AH, A JUNGLE BEAST." Gerald said to himself disregarding any hint of potential danger and making his approach.

As he neared the winged woman, he called out, "OI, FEMININE JUNGLE BEAST OF PECULIAH ORIGIN, MIGHT YEH POINT ME IN THE DOIRECTION OF, EHHHHH... THE NEAREST CONGREGATION OF ALCOHOL ENTHUSIASTS SUCH AS MESELF?"

His words were accompanied by drunken hand gestures that almost seemed to come naturally.

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Theresa ot an Bol'hjar



The saurian knew her language. Fortunate surprise.

"Land's not mine. Horns neither." Theresa replied, keeping her grip on her sheathed sword as she peered at the faint red glow emanating from the saurian's neck. A fire breather. Definitely someone to keep up her guard around. She continued, "I sailed here. I'm looking for a town or, something of the sort, to get some information on the Continent."

Her eyes met his, and she did her best to ignore his glowing neck. "You know any you can point me to?" She asked.
Coastal Vigils



A tall, gangling, humanoid figure. Pale blue skin, stained rags, and what appeared to be some form of seashell enveloping its head. It stood atop a rocky outcropping overlooking the shores of the Continent. With no eyes, it appeared to be diverting its attention towards the redheaded woman who had just arrived.

And further away, another watched the saurian. And even further from him, one watched the robed skeleton.

The figure raised its spindly hand up to the base of its shell-head, plugging two fingers within a crack where its mouth should be. He reared back, and out bellowed the sound of a horn.

Two more horns followed, one for each newcomer. The figure lowered its hand, turned, and descended from the overlook.



Theresa ot an Bol'hjar



Along the walk into the jungle, the sounds of the horns rang upon Theresa's ears. She stopped her pace, darting her head around, searching for the sources of the bellows. A moment passed, and she found nothing. So she kept her hand on the hilt of her sword and continued onward.

Until she came upon a fire, and the large saurian that had built it.

Now, Theresa had met her fair share of nonhuman beings in places outside the Continent. But she was no stranger to the fact that many of them could very well turn out to be hostile. She'd never formally met a saurian, however. Or anything else lizard-like. Still, quickly scanning the scene, he seemed... occupied. Still, even.

Theresa, guard still well and up, crept closer. If he wasn't hostile, maybe he could point her in the direction of someplace noteworthy.

A town to start would be nice.
Urban and I are gonna be pairing Theresa and Ben up pretty quick. Gerald's gonna be open, though.
IC is up, folks. Have at it.
Hype thrusters at maximum, Captain. Two points to port, good times on the horizon. Estimate Time of Arrival: whenever the GM starts the IC.

THIS GAME LETS YOU WALK AROUND ON THE BOAT.
LOOKS LIKE MEATS BACK ON THE MENU BOYS.


Aw jeez, here we go again Hector.
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