Thread:LunarSplendens/@comment-24233566-20131207215308/@comment-5783141-20131218213507

Part 2

This is from earlier today, but I would love your opinion on it. It has to do with Hermis and what he never wants to talk about. I am likely going to put it in comic and eac "===>" indicates a new page and panels.

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Hermis: Elucidate

Didn't we just say that he never wants to talk about it!

Here, you overstayed your welcome, now name this broad!

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Hold up! Mister one eye has a change of heart and wants to talk lest his temper boil over.You tune in for the shit heap of a war story.

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It was a typical day. You were FLARPing with your crew aboard your ship, the Dancing Wench. One of the yardarms was rotting and you had several members of your crew go and fix it. Unfortunately, sea dwellers began attacking and before you know it it was all hands on deck fighting them off.

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Chains and harpoons were exchanged between both sides. You crew fell left and right and the big lugs threw more chains over the rails of your ship to drag it into a sand bar. Scared for your life you threw hot tar at your aggressors and they stumbled around letting go of the chains.

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However, the damage had been done and your beloved ship crashed into the sand bar. You washed ashore and stumbled to your feet only to look into their vicious eyes once more. There was death on their minds and they didn't stop until blood spilled. You fought your hardest, but a measly mustard blood like you is no match for a gang of them.

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After the attack stopped you opened your eyes and winced in pain. There was a long cut going down your right eye. Even worse was the fact that you could no longer see out of that one. You thought it was bad when your gold teeth were broken. At least you could replace those. The thought of being half blinded for the rest of your life was heart wrenching.

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Unfortunately, while you were lost in thought over your loss the lugs knocked you unconscious and threw you into the ocean. You sank seemingly to your doom, your mind flashing your old memories as you headed towards the sea floor. Death was right there watching you sink to your demise. However, somebody was not going to allow that sorry bastard to take you just yet.

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A girl who had watched your FLARP sessions since you began sailing appeared out of the blue pulling you away from death's clutches. You were her favorite and losing you was not on any agenda of hers. She dragged you out of the ocean, half dead, and swam with you to shore where she lamented trying to revive you. Luckily for the both of you, you still had fight in you.

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Amazed at your survival, she took you to her hive situated atop a massive reef. It was here that she helped you recover from your ordeal. It was strange how a seadweller, essentially a comrade of those goons, would help you, but you were grateful for even living at this point. It didn't matter if she had gills or not. The lassie saved you and you were grateful.

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Once you were able to get back on your two feet again, she took you home. It was looted and vandalized with your lusus hiding in the trees, but it was home. It broke your heart to see your home like this and it was even more surprising to see such a sweet face seethe with anger. She knew the culprits and before you could turn around to stop her, she was gone, not a word spoken.

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Time passed and you received a mysterious message from heraclesBounty on Trollian. The message was friendly and asked of your whereabouts and current condition. By the text color, you knew it was a seadweller, however, it was still strange. All the other seadwellers of that text color send threats and nothing else. For that person to ask of your safety made you wonder, was it really her?

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You two chatted and grew to know one another. However, the other wanted to meet with you at the shoreline raising all red flags. You armed yourself to the teeth and trekked down waiting for them, your hand never leaving the grip of your flintlock pistol. Time passed and the moon was high in the sky, everything around you tranquil. You grew tired of waiting and turned around to trek back home.

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They emerged from the ocean making you turn around with your flintlock loaded ready to fire. Scared they pulled an arm of their own pointing at you. You both stood still afraid of the other's intentions and after awhile, you lowered your arms. The other began to speak and much to your delight, you realized it was her. Right there in the flesh questioning your motives.

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You dropped the gun and embraced the lady nearly on the verge of tears. Your savior was right in front of you and there was no holding back with the gratitude. Within moments you were both caught up in a severe case of the feels. And then it was good. You got to know her through Trollian, she came around with her lusus every once in awhile to chat, and after a time you began to flush for one another. The End.

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What?! That's the story, he may be rough and forget small details everywhere, but that is the full and honest story mate!

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And that is the end. :)