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5 yrs ago
I like how it's an option to pm yourself.
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5 yrs ago
I need a vacation...
5 yrs ago
Is this just the week of weirdness? Or is it just me?
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5 yrs ago
My dog died.
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5 yrs ago
*Turns with uninterested look* Just give them what they want, they're like Slaanesh. They'll get bored with it quick.

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@Skinner35@Eviledd1984

Fear can sober anyone. Especially Kithor 'Bones' Lewis. He held the mast like all existence was at stake. Really, he was only halfway up the mast. The fall would hurt. Bad. However, it wouldn't kill unless someone landed on their neck. THAT'S what scared him. His limbs locked. "Dis' be the last time I drink when odd louts come by!" He then remembered Powder Keg was underneath him. He then saw the orc, but chanced looking down. His vision became nauseating. Bile filled his mouth. God Damn it all, hopefully powder keg won't hold this over my head. and he wretched. Again, in Barnabas' direction.
@Eviledd1984@Skinner35@User@Mike the Bloodwolf

Bones looked at Powder Keg with a demonic grin. "If ye' know what's good for ya', nighty night will be etched on yer' forehead durin' ye' next physical!" he proceeded to laugh maniacally while spinning around the mast. He stopped, grinned, and grabbed a bottle out of his pocket. On the cover it said 'Spanish malt, 12 year'. "What a waste of good drink. Welp,
rime to waste it."
He then saw how high he was. His uncovered eye grew wide with fear. Dropping the bottle, over Barnabus' head, he howled like a beaten dog. "Yeeeeehhooowwwweeee! God, don't strike me down! Lucifer, don't pull me down! Yaeehhhee!!!
@Eviledd1984

If your dragging Bones, he is not an orc, he is ghaul. A species from a book that inspired monsters like zombies in that story. He is far from looking like green-skin.
@Skinner35@User

Bones went wild when he was set down. "Don't wake da' Fenrir! It'll make us sleep then eat us!" He then went raving towards the boat. He jumped up the side then sat on the mast. "Hide from Behemoth!"
@PaulHaynek

Sealenne was apprehensive at best, but no stopping now. She looked at the man welcoming her and the other arrivals. well, best find a place to stick to. Hopefully they have a forge. she thought. She hefted her pack and walked around till she found 'Bart'. She was a craftsmen, and fighting was little in the agenda, but still there. They still needed someone to make sure things went well. When she found him, she announced herself by clearing her throat. "Well, Bart, all I need to know is what you want me to do, and if you have a forge here. Then, I'll be working like no tomorrow. Besides, the place still needs a little work and the doors look like they could be reinforced." She put her hand on her hip with a cocky smirk. "When I got my bearings work-wise, I'll join everybody for the niceties. Makes it easy."
@User@Skinner35

Bones woke with a start. He looked at the man, than the orc. Putting on the best fake accent of a british person and said "Why, dear sir, this be our captains vessel. We're docked for the festivities, but we are not to be in the party. So,
drink for me and he to watch over me. The old girls name, however, be the Poseidon's Trident."
He winked at the orc. He put his hand behind his back and gripped his knife, walking a little closer to the man. "Why do you ask?"
@Skinner35

The surgeon laughed. "Better 'dan being essentially half dead. Being Ghaul is cool, yet da' average life span is 47 if we do fall apart? Oderwis' we live for untold amounts o' time! So, live life short 'r fer to damn long. Better live it well.
A pirates life for me, while my kin become monsters and inspire stories of zombies and necromancers. An' proudly..."
he says getting up and doing a awkward salute. "...admittin' 'dey look like scat. Yet, here I be, drunk, a pirate, and a surgeon.
WOOOOOOO!"
and fell straight forward, falling off. but instead of hitting the water, he hits a lower plank and falls asleep there. Snoring with the occasional laugh can be faintly heard through the sounds off the sea.
@Skinner35

"Captain Elf what's-his-name an' 'r resident *hic* cutthroat I last saw in de' party with 'r fancy lady. Guards seem a liiitttttllleee on edge from da' sight of 'em. I tried me best to keep hidden 'sept fer the small job cap' 'ave me. *hic* Me's think's they up ta' somethin', but could be paranoia. An' de' others, hell, they could be half off in da' country already." he took a swig. He then threw the empty bottle behind him, making it shatter. He belched, then took out his eye, optic nerve and all. He twiddled it, then shoved it back in. "Nobles ar' damned cowards. Da' one I roughed up squealed like a piggy! Oink!" He laughed madly as if some grand joke, but just at the fact he said oink. "If I fall in da' water, drop a bottle on my head."
@Skinner35

I intentionally made him offer the drink. Because you said he avoids, but that doesn't mean he on't partake.

I'm such a jerk
@Skinner35

Bones was bobbing and weaving on the docks, headed towards the boat. A bottle in his right hand and his 'pet' skull in the left. He sang a merry tune, quite well in fact. He saw Athe, sitting on the docks, being lonely. The orc that was the second oldest on the ship was his second favorite, besides the captain. He went up and plopped down, sitting next to the muscle of the group and hitching his skull to it's claw. He grabbed a bottle out of his jacket and shoved it in front of the orc. "Here *hic* it'll make ye' a juggernaut, but none the wiser!" and then came his maniacal laughing. He took a swig a shaked the bottle again. "Well?"
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