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Very crowded cell.

Then Erith can braid everyone's hair!


Imagine the bear with long braids, he would be so fabulous! I totally volunteer for the big man to just be sitting there getting braids done until the show starts
<Snipped quote by Zora>

They usually separate out the sexes, to avoid issues.


Can't believe they haven't separated the sexes! Pickaxes accidents have risen by 50%!
My character is pure support, I mean sure if it was a tournament in pair it could be feasible but that means at least each character here knows at least one other as their partner.

Wouldn't it be simpler to remove the tournament element and have the gods form several expedition teams? The current cast of characters could be one of such team.
I'm too dumb for plans. Point and click tell, Maxim will do all the muscle work you need. All is fine with me.


Piracy's a crime and crime doesn't pay, and we go home poor at the end of the day,
But I'd rather live my life in rags, than be taped to a desk with a wife as a hag.
We live each day like there's nothing to lose, but a man has needs and the need is booze.
They say all the best things in life are free, so give all your beer and your rum to me!


Hums of what nearby people would assume to be some sort of sea shanty could be heard next to a pond. Webbed hands dipped in the water, there was a blue-haired lady who seemed to enjoy herself with the company of a few koi fishes that seemed to have taken interest in the woman. Stella Maria Esperanza, for those who she introduced herself to earlier. The Terror of the Seven Seas, The Great Mighty Beast of the Depths, The Dashing Plunderer of Shiny Goods, The Sexiest Creature of the Oceans, or so were the self-proclaimed titles she boasted to many with a grin.

The dragon-looking woman took a swig of a flask she provided from one of the pouches attached to her belt. It wasn't rhum for sure, but water would do for the moment. She let water dribbling from her lips down to her chin, finding the wetness to be refreshing. She had been waiting for quite a while before Lady Kyouko summoned them all. Being on land for so long, she could feel the unpleasant sensation of her skin drying up, hopefully not cracking. Don't get her wrong, she loved being out of water to explore new islands, but she still was a monster of the sea. So when she had nothing to do but waiting, she'd find herself a nice little koi pond to dip her hands and feet and refresh, the water making her scales glisten in the sun with a myriad of colors akin to the rainbow.

For most of the meeting, she would keep her antics to herself. As a member of the broad dragon species as well herself, Stella owed Lady Kyouko that much of her respect and focus at least. When everything important important was all said, she cracked a confident smile and looked around those who would be her companions for this journey. A myriad of interesting monsters, that was for sure. This adventure sounded promising.

"Aye, there be somethin' I was hopin' you could answer, Lady. Ye been talkin' of "a huge Varjan fleet" earlier. How huge? Would they be able to wipe the island off with this armada? If so, why not call on the sea dwellers to sink 'em before they arrive?"
I've honestly considered this RP dead before it even started. I've already moved on to other things.
But I just wanna ask y'all one question: Do you have any plans for a second character or nah?


Right now I don't have anything in mind and I'm afraid of losing focus if I play more than 1 character. Will definitely see if they are allowed later once we get into the story.





Another day done, another meal to be had. The giant of a man Maxim, nicknamed “the bear” by the other penitents, let out a heavy sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Man, this sure was another busy day. Not that they all were much different. Always the same task, over and over again. Just how long has it been? Months, maybe years? Maxim wouldn’t know. He wasn’t very great at numbers. Not that it mattered anyway, he’ll simply keep on doing his best here. There wasn’t much of a choice in the matter. If it meant keeping the kingdom off his village, he’ll die mining gold.

The bear looked at the pickaxe he used today. He brought it closer to his face, examining the tool. It was a rather nice one they gave him today, but he could already see the splinters in the handle. And what’s that? It felt like the iron was starting to bend slightly backwards. Shouldn’t take long until the head gives up and breaks off from the shaft. He’ll have to be careful tomorrow, make sure nobody works too close to him. Last time they gave him a shoddy pickaxe, someone nearly got impaled from the pick flying off after striking a gold vein.

Such a thing probably wouldn’t happen if they actually made use of his blacksmith skills to repair the overused equipment around here. But could he really blame them? Maxim was probably just as more efficient eating through the rocks with his powerful swings. There really weren't a lot of people of his build around here. Most of the large guys had a rebellious streak and were quickly put down.

And so there he was today again, eating at one table with a group of friends he made during his time here. Or at least he imagined they were his friends. After all, they were in the same boat, sharing the same food, lodging and misery, why wouldn’t they be comrades. Company sure made this life less dull, and he was intent on making everyone’s time less miserable if he could help it. There were some gloomy gals in their group that sure seemed like they could use a little cheer. And then there were some guys who were funny to listen to their antics.

He sat at one end of the table, on the floor. The Bear was so tall that even on the floor, he was reaching the same height as some of his smaller comrades sitting at the table. Plus, there was a time he sat at one of the tables and the stool just gave up under his weight. Ever since that time, he never bothered using a chair again.

Max listened to the plans unfolding. Was escape really a possibility? He recently started daydreaming so often about taking naps under the shade of a tree, overlooking fields of wheat. How he misses these days…

“You can count me in! I’ll help any way I can!”
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