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  1. A curl of the bicep brings tightens a knot, in an island somewhere over the distant horizon. Baratii's forearm, bristled by sun-kissed strands of hair and made glossy by the thin veneer of sweat Sirea cannot protect him from spilling, wipes over his forehead, reflecting the sun right back at whatever obnoxious deity deigned its rays ought to be focused on him. His eyes swivel and with a loose-lipped yawp and hand beside his mouth, he musters down to the deck of a wide canoe from his place atop a boulder by the shore with gusto: here, he's drawn a broad knot around the stone from algae-sewn rope. "Pull her taut and let her sing, so they'll hear her at home!" Men and women alike, decorating the hollow of their almond-shaped canoe -- the rope tethered to the boulder tied to it as well, -- sink their oars and sing seafaring hymns; enigmatic melodies that clash with the sea-shanties of foreign Kingdoms' military vessels. This, sounds like a siren's song; and already makes the minds of distantly-landlocked children blossom with superstition. They drift from land until the rope at the south end of the boat is taught. The northern rope has long-been taut, suspended for miles and miles just a foot above the water. A woman plucks at it at odd rhythms. The rope quivers back. When she turns, her jewelry acts as the score to her voice, brightly grinning and thankful: "It's tied down to the Sealyre, Sirea's accepted her!" Baratii smiles, and sinks tooth into a handheld orange slice, citrus dribbling down his jaw. Illvira learned something today. Ithwen might thank him. He can smell the fish-roast, already. He'll aggrandize the journey to her this time, sprinkle in some lie about a pirates. She won't believe him, and that's fine.
  2. for the reasons too horrible to explain publically bro you literally posted it
  3. never bring this up again bro
  4. accidentally replied to this with an account i dont use looks dope- was wondering, would this mean the recipe to produce the worm is a T1 recipe, given an Afflicted starts at T1 Alchemy?
  5. Through the monastery's mosaics and sagesmoke, a spear of lightning pierces the sky and crashes into mud, and unto clay. The cracks on the glass align every random bent and snap of it into a rigid, albeit loose, three-jointed rod that gestures with patience, despite how swiftly it came and went. It was, incomprehinsibly: an angel's brilliant finger. Bare feet through the forests. The bugs, twigs and crunchy autumn leaves bite her. Their insistence on her flesh being worldly and that so it will always be ... it was too cruel. She arrived at that black-marred crater, and shed her skin. Finger by finger chopped and regrown, she lays the foundations. In his name, she thought. In hers, she knew. She emerged from herself and left the sinew of what was left there. It all crawled back together, reawakened her by a shore. She fed the sea tears.
  6. following that logic, would that mean they're locked into Corcitura and can't become Silit further down the line, given it "cures" the corc condition by swapping bloodlines? edit: nvm i read the miscellaneous section lmao
  7. How's the state of affairs in terms of how well LotC's custom plugins are documented? Is it a free for all in the tech team, where folks are made to tinker with the systems at play until they figure it out- or is there something more organized, like digestible comments embedded in the code itself?
  8. Skin Name: Apron With Big Bow Skinner’s Username: Mercymaine Discord: slug#0001 Bid: $5 USD
  9. i love your pfp, can we kiss

    1. herculean_wud

      herculean_wud

      may haps

      may haps

    2. champ

      champ

      i dont like it anymore

  10. mordu what the **** you wrote a roofie
  11. skin: En Garde, Brooding bid: 10 USD, 17 USD discord: slug#0001 @Remyy@Spoon@gavyn
  12. "Are you fuckin'...-? Mmh." The Governess' confidant and brawn's half-lidded eyes raise from the missive onto the card on the fine, mahogany table between them. Tiresomely he groans, exhausted by his third loss over the countertop with her, though with a smile befitting their friendship: Brandt lets his wrist fall and fingers lose their grip, his handful of cards splaying out atop the dusted, wooden surface. "Let me shuffle the cards next time, ah?" He muses; sedated and calm, genuine and earnest; compliments to the sun's smile her chipper nature often folded his lips with. Then, it began to sour. Souring... souring... he sighs, and frowns. "This is going to give Wilhelm boyish ideas; put him on a leash, Hanrietta. Sooner I a conscript than him." Folding the missive over and pushing it aside to the table's flank, Brandt reclines on his seat and lazily swivels his eyes to overlook Providence in a state of quiet despondency through a grand, dyed window pane. "By the end of this, there won't be any room in Hell left. Not a plot of ground to keep a dead man down." He breathes in. His eyes momentarily lid over. Finally: he bolsters his smile, scooping the deck of well-used, worn cards and beginning their quick shuffle. "Ain't a plot of ground to keep me down, either." Distributing them between them, Brandt ticks his head up at the Governess - a silent challenge, as he presses a card down. "Go fish." @libbybelle
  13. What do you think of these tracks?
  14. Pretty Imperial Pirate | $14 Brown Winterfell | $6 @Vi
  15. Pretty Imperial pirate | $10 Brown Winterfell | $6 @Vi @Security_
  16. Brown Winterfell | $2 Pretty Imperial Pirate | $5 @Vi
  17. Brown Winterfell | $2 Pretty Imperial Pirate | $2
  18. Happy to have you on board man!!! Never too late to start on this stuff. If ever you need help or just want to talk, you can find me as sluggobuggo in game and slug#0001 on discord.
  19. Hit my line anytime, man. Discord's slug#0001, IGN is sluggobuggo.
  20. so many good shows coming out at the same time as AoT S4, too
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