Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62 
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 17, 2021 9:55:59 GMT -5
"What can I say birdie, my charm makes the best bait."
Cal says with a grin, despite the horrible monsters he'd just seen he seemed utterly unphased. Of course, he'd seen far worse... he'd gone to parties thrown by nobility.
Considering it would be Cal who gave her the last little bit of a hand getting aboard, Cutthroat would draw her fancy rune on his face. Cal not quite sure of what to make with the mermaid grabbing onto him like that but he was curious. When it was finished there was some change with the mermaid and he got the privilege of hearing a voice inside of his head.
"Ah, some kind of communication rune. I see."
The big man says with a calm little chuckle. There was very little that took Cal off guard either because he was truly unflappable or simply because he was good at hiding when it happened.
"Well, I am game to try and kill them fishy but I am going to need some suggestions if throwing ourselves in the water is out. This was a pleasure yacht, so we aren't exactly spoiled for options to attack them up here."
There were some armaments below the deck but not a lot. Just some standard kit to ward off invaders, a few swords and a crossbow. But even the crossbow wouldn't help much against blubber and water so they would need a better idea than that.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 17, 2021 21:13:36 GMT -5
Saela felt at ease after hearing his quip. She jibed, wearing a playful smirk on her face, "The best? I'm not sure if you've proven that to me yet."
Saela, incredibly intrigued by the rune, went close, perhaps too close, to Cutthroat to look at the symbol. Her eyes studied its shape and pattern. It intrigued Saela the way that anything that one could read interested her. She stared at the rune for a good moment, until she heard the voice in her head. It made her hop backwards in surprise. Saela smiled when Cal commented that it was a communication rune, this only developed her curiosity in the mermaid twofold.
Saela looked at Cal when he commented on their lack of options for attack. She walked in a circle around Cal, her thoughts leaking out of her mouth, "Cal... you took us here of all places, this lagoon. We're being attacked by a creature without many options of attack, other than your bravado. I'm not even going to guess where the vital spots are on the sea beast, but do we have some sort of spear? harpoon? Perhaps, we could scare it away with a loud noise? Trap it even?"
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jun 21, 2021 18:35:25 GMT -5
The merfolk rubbed her temples, attempting to think through the limited air in her one and only lung. It was small and a generation away from becoming vestigial, but for now, it was keeping her alive above ground.
Frills on the back of her neck stood up and shook, making a rolling snap of a sound. She gestured through the air, touching her thumb to her index finger. "I need to get back into the water, but I will be ambushed. As they focus on me, that will be the moment to attack. I know not of this 'harpoon,' but they are most vulnerable when they bloom. The bones of the inside are easy to break. The outside is as rock." She paused, thinking. "They cannot survive out of water."
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 21, 2021 18:46:52 GMT -5
Saela's jab just gets a snort of amusement from Cal. The man didn't take anything too seriously least of all himself. Even their current trouble was not really anything he was too concerned about at present. Worst case scenario he could get them to dry land before the creatures could scuttle the ship. He hadn't seen any offensive capability beyond ramming from their strange shapes, at least, not that would work on the hull.
"Well, wish you'd left me to stick the one that opened itself up then."
Cal says with a shrug of his shoulders.
"And we have no harpoons. Pleasure craft didn't need a harpoon even for scavaging. However, we do have a few gaff hooks for grabbing onto the docks which would do in a pinch I imagine."
Pushing away walks over and reaches under the rail of the ship to unhooked the gaff. It was around ten feet long with an iron hook at the end of it. The hook was curled in so it wasn't going to work as a piercing weapon but it could be used to bludgeon someone pretty good.
"We've got two, who wants the second?"
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 22, 2021 15:27:36 GMT -5
Saela looked at the gaff hook and shook her head, "I would only be a burden... what if I hit one of you instead if the beast?"
She looks at the merfolk, "I will stay on the ship, ready to help you in any other way I can... I'm not exactly the most physically capable on this vessel, but I'm sure I'll manage."
Saela turned her attention to Cal and smirked, "Don't trip. I can't run the ship by myself, hell you already know how bad I am with a rowboat."
She looked at the rope, "Perhaps I should set up the rigging like you did when I had to get off the rowboat a day ago... how does one accomplish that? I imagine by some complex knotting that I have no experience in... but hell if I know."
She walked to the edge, "It's also to my embarrasment that I should probably tell you that I've never had to swim before."
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jun 24, 2021 18:28:28 GMT -5
The fishfolk held a hand out. 'I am fast,' came the voice. If they listened past it, they would just be able to make out the high-pitched squeaks, the rolling clicks, the snaps, and the faint wails coming from her body, but never her lips. There were a few places where it was evident: the frills behind her neck would vibrate and flap during the clicks and her diaphragm would tense during the wails. Discovering more of these, if they so wished, would take more inspection at another time. For now, she took a hook, then slid over to the side, looking down in the water. 'If we can tie up one, we can kill the other together. Cannot risk one killing you while stabbing one.'
She then looked to Saela.
'I cannot walk, but you should learn to float.'
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 24, 2021 19:32:17 GMT -5
"Your concern for my well-being is ever so charming birdie."
The palpable sarcasm dripping in his voice was softened by the amused grin on his features. Kicking off his boots, since they were waterlogged and an inconvenience while swimming he looks down at the monsters below as Cutthroat gives them the basics of a plan.
"If we weren't in a hurry I would offer to try calling up some lightning. That might do the trick."
Cal says with a rueful sigh. The bloody mists were proving to be a damn inconvenience. He was somewhat regretting being so specialized, if he knew some quick and dirty evocation magic he might have been able to scrape together enough energy for a spell in a reasonable amount of time. Ah well, live and learn.
"I do have an idea though if you can get one of them to open up it should work."
meandering over to the mast he adjusts something with the boom grinning as he does.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 24, 2021 21:56:41 GMT -5
Saela quipped back with a rather playful smirk, "Like my charms, my concern for our safety will never cease."
Saela turned her attention to the merfolk, "I... I should... I won't lie when I say the premise frightens me... a bit, but I suppose if I had someone like you teaching me, I would take to it with far more calmness and curiosity."
Saela's head twisted to look back at Cal, after his comment on manifesting a storm, "Wai- You can do that? How? Is it from some book? Can I read that book? Please tell me that it's in a book!"
Saela watched Calypso for a moment before turning to Cutthroa. She said, "I am Lady Saela Elannore of House Elannore... miss... gods I don't know your name.... uhh friend? Friend! My friend, while the lecher preps his plan, how may I help you?"
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jun 27, 2021 21:28:04 GMT -5
She could feel it now: the burning in her chest and the dizziness coming on from the lack of air in her bloodstream. She put a hand just beneath her ribcage, where it lay, and instead came back with a palm of blood. She hissed. Even if her body was beginning to stem the bleeding, it wasn't as though such a cut was going to heal for another week.
'What is the idea?' the fishfolk asked impatiently. Though the voice in their heads didn't have much emotion, it might have been clear by the brief flare of her fins that she was annoyed- perhaps angry? She did, however, give Saela a smug grin when she spoke about swimming.
'Cutthroat,' said the voice. 'Something to stem the bleeding further.'
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 28, 2021 16:35:52 GMT -5
"Your concern for your safety you mean."
Cal continues dryly as he absently looks over towards Cutthroat as he makes his way over to the winch. At present, he was ignoring Saela's other question as he begins hauling on it drawing up the anchor in steady rotations of the lever.
"I don't think any of us have the time to go over the finer points of my education Saela. As for the plan..."
Heading up to the ship's wheel he hauls on it, the sail catches a bit of breeze the boom swings out over the water trailing a rope with a weighted hook attached to it that skims the surface.
"Savvy?"
The big man says looking at Cutthroat with a vicious grin.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jul 3, 2021 11:54:06 GMT -5
Saela saw the blood and hearing voice in her head. She immediately left for the crew quarters and would return after acquiring a piece of cloth, however long that would take her. Saela would hand the cloth to Cutthroat, saying "I hope this will help you."
She turned to Cal and called, "Cutthroat is bleeding! I got her a cloth for now... As for your plan, I have nothing better to suggest."
Which was true, she could theory-craft all she wanted, but when it came to acting in this situation. She found that proaction was generally better than the indefinite trap of theory-crafting. Arguably she was the weakest of the three of them... which was just another sour reminder that the way she was taught was rather useless in this world. What elagant social circles were there to navigate, what man would be attracted by what her aristocracy taught young women to be?
Saela let out a brief sigh and watched Cal. She most certainly attracted to the pirate. The way her eyes longed for him colored her irises a brighter saphire. Saela turned her head away and focused on Cutthroat, saying, "I suppose... I should find a way to make myself useful."
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jul 5, 2021 21:27:03 GMT -5
No voice came to Saela's head to say "Thank you," but the fishfolk did touch the fingers of her right hand to her left breast (of which did not resemble a human woman's torso, as they did not bulge with fat or appear to have nipples), before splaying those fingers out toward the elf's forehead. The very tips of her fingers would brush Saela's skin.
Taking the cloth, Cutthroat tied it just below her gills, trying to keep them free from obstruction so she could breathe freely once she was in the water again. The water would come in through her nose and mouth, but she needed to filter it out through her gills, so only the air was left.
When she first leaped onto the boat, she was a silver sheen with linings of red. The more time that went by, the more subdued the red and silver became, changing to a pasty white and dull grey. Her fins were all flattened against her skin, making her seem much smaller than before. It was in this state that she slid over to the end, looking at the hook dangling from the boom. She smirked again.
'If that word means yes,' she wheezed, 'Then... savvy.'
Just before she plopped over the edge, she looked to Saela and shrugged. 'Open them up when it is out of the water, then,' she told her. 'Need to see if they are juveniles.'
And then, without further explanation, she was gone. One of the stalkers saw this and attempted to intercept her as she hit the water, but Cutthroat was one thing above all others, and it never failed her. Like a silver lining across the sky, she shot through the water. Both shadows pursued her, one directly behind her, the other taking a large berth to the side to try and intercept her path. The lagoon was not large, but it did run deeper than one would expect, allowing Cutthroat to zip and zig and zag to the deepest recesses of the cove so that she could make it back to the boat.
When she swam, she left a thin trail of red.
It was just before she made it to the boat did she let her dorsal fin flare above water, the rest of her a shadow beneath the waves. The voice blared in their heads:
'NOW'
She leaped from the waves and grabbed onto the rope, and not a moment later came the stalker, leaping after her. Its weight did not allow it the air it needed to reach Cutthroat, who waved at it with a sinister smile before it belly-flopped onto the hook, thrashing wildly.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jul 6, 2021 17:39:56 GMT -5
"Close enough."
Cal says with an airy wave of his hand to Cutthroat. The definition, in this instance, was closer to understand but she clear did so that was that. Watching the mermaid drop over the boat Cal wonders if he maybe they should have gone over this plan in more detail, eh, this would be fine.
"Here hold this and when I say haul, pull on it will you?"
The burly man grabs a line and thrusts it into Saela's hand grinning at her before heading back up to the ship's wheel. What she was doing wouldn't require too much strength, it would just swing the boom into the right position to catch the wind while he handled the wheel. Thankfully, on a ship like this, even a kid could have managed to pull the rope.
Attention returning to the water he spots Cutthroat speeding towards the ship. Now it was Cal's turn to have his eyes light up with hunger. Not for the fish woman but rather for the fight that was about to come. This was what he lived for, excitement of any kind, adventure, pleasure, anything and everything the world had to offer he wanted to taste.
"HAUL!"
Calypso roars at Saela wrenching on the ship's wheel hauling with all of his might to turn the rudder. If Saela hauled as hard as she could and managed to catch the wind then almost the instant after the creature belly flopped on the hook the boom would swing back towards the deck giving Cutthroat the chance to jump back aboard. At the same time it would snap the rope taught and it would be a contest to what stronger the iron hook, the creature's flesh, or the rope.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jul 7, 2021 20:17:23 GMT -5
The elf's ears fluttered after the merfolk's fingered brushed her forehead. It wasn't what she quite had expected, but she understood it well enough. Saela smiled and spoke, "If you need anything else just let me know."
Saela's head cocked to the side, her thoughts leaking from her mouth, "If what are juviniles?"
It was not a moment later that Cal had divided her attention and handed her the line. He told her to pull the rope on his command. Saela looked at it and gripped the rope. Her stance widened and Saela readied herself. This whole situation brought her to a whole new uncomfortable feeling, but when did her comfortable lifesyle ever bring her this much excitement?
Saela tugged on the rope the moment Calypso shouted, the yell almost startling her into action. She pulled with what strength she could muster, her arms outstretched as she mainly pulled with her legs.
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Cutthroat
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Appearance: Cutthroat flashes a menagerie of shades that vary during her mood or her will, though she is commonly seen with a silvery sheen. Her eyes, though they seem black and predatory from a distance, shine with the same brilliance as the milky way at night when viewed closely. The pupils dilate between circles and slits. Though the floating mop on her head seems like hair, they are actually flat cilia that slide through the water as effortlessly as she does. Two large fins branch off from the sides of her head and the back of her neck. Running from the top of her head down to her tail, tapering off, is a very large crested fin that is normally pressed tightly against her back. She has a long, flat tail ending with a stiff, crested fin. Scales cover her entire body, save for spots along her chest, shoulders, face, and stomach. Her teeth are triangular razors lining her mouth. Lining her arms are sharp, knifelike spikes used to slice prey as she swims by them.
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Skills and Abilities: Cutthroat is fast. She's one of the fastest creatures in the sea when she's at a sprint, moving at fifty miles per hour at her swiftest. She's also apt at using the natural weapons of her body: the knifelike appendages that line her arms. She was named for a particularly fantastic ability to aim for the throat of her prey.
Registered: Jun 9, 2021 23:30:15 GMT -5
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Post by Cutthroat on Jul 8, 2021 21:57:43 GMT -5
The amount of force exerted onto the creature's flesh rivaled that which the rope could handle, but as it stretched, it pulled, it punctured, and it caught. The rope went taut and whiplashed Cutthroat onto deck unceremoniously. She hit the planks with a dull thump and a wet slide. As for the stalker, well, the hook not only dug several layers under its flesh, but the movement rapidly tilted it to the side. The movement, along with the wound already made, readily degloved one of the tentacles, causing the creature to scream. It thrashed, but the more it thrashed, the more skin peeled.
A high trilling sound came from thee fishfolk as she threw a hand up into the air, but victory was not yet won, and she knew. She slid to the side, looking down at the second stalker, which was swiftly retreating. Cutthroat clicked her tongue.
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