Lost in the Flood – Beets the Beetle– 23/03/2022
Apr 11, 2022 14:39:10 GMT
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Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Apr 11, 2022 14:39:10 GMT
The Night before at the Port Ffirst Fighting Pits:
“And it looks like-WAIT WHAT IS THE BEETLE DOING?! *WHACK* Ooooff-I-I don’t believe it! S-she’d done it!!! The Beetle has bested our ocean wave slicer Sandy Blueshore! GIVE IT UP FOR-THEEEEEEE BEETTTTTLEEEEE!!!”
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Whoa bug! Who’d have thought mermaids, the pretty little singsong, hair brushing, sailor longing lasses they’re made out to be in all the stories are actually BUGGIN’awesome brawlers.
Sandy would’ve had me skewered on that fork of her's if I hadn’t managed to pull off that triple wing flip.
After a night like that I was starting to like Port Ffirst, though for all this fresh sea air sea folk smell pretty darn ripe-peeeeeeyuuuuuu!!!
Some were pretty friendly though, Jed gave me a very warm welcome as I headed into Carvenous Seashank, apparently he’d closed up shop and ran straight over to catch the end of match between me and Sandy once word has spread-or more like our battle cries heard.
Gotta say his drinks though-absolutely buggin’awful- although that could’ve just been it going down the wrong way when I spotted Marto at the table with that pretty Miss Seraphina!-Two buggin’months without an adventure together! It was great to see him..and looking even clanker than usual.
So yeah, joining us on little ocean voyage was as said, the very pretty angelic lass Seraphina, a purple skinned armoured drow woman called Zola, and a dark mysterious beauty called Nessa.
And then bursting through the door, came a pirate! Not just a pirate, but the most buggin’est looking pirate I’d seen Tricky Otto!
She played pretty cool, didn’t want everyone to know she was a pirate-even though she looked bugging amazing as one-I can respect that. After swigging her drink and eyeing us over, she told us all meet us aboard her ship The Andromeda in one hour, for a secret and potentially deadly quest for the moon goddess Selune! Just enough time for us to buy some pirate bandanas!
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Well…It definitely wasn’t the swasbuckling pirate adventure on the high seas I was expecting.
I mean I did have that pretty sweet arm wrestle with Zola Marto set up, though I hope she won’t still keep thinking I have got rabies or something. And getting to watch Marto work shirtless as a deck hand after falling overboard…Oh bug,what a dreamboat!
It all started going wrong though when the crew spotted Marto’s tattoo and got all funny-I mean heck we’ve all made bade decisions.
After we’d all chatted with strange half-elf Khaòs though, I learnt that tattoo was far more than a bad drunken night made decision at the tavern-oh Marto, you’ve been through a lot!
The treasure island we were on course for too wasn’t just simply for a chest buried under a big ‘X’ filled with booty, but held a book of the moon goddess that could be key to potentially stopping an oncoming war between the goddesses and demons.
Once we got rowed out by Otto to the Island, things got even worse, the sea-somehow-caught a blaze and we were surrounded by fiery elementals and their lazy butt of a fiend boss Himbo.
It’s fair to say, without our powerful holy lady and two angelic lasses, we would’ve been toast. Every strike I landed against the flamin'ladies I got burnt, and poor Marto just got more and more frustrated. This was not the happy cheerful lad I remember meeting my first day back at Fort Ettin.
After one fiend guy got sliced and we managed to convince Marto to let got about the other one that got away, we grabbed the chest of booty and headed back to the ship.
We then meet up with Khaos down below at the beside of some old guy looking pretty roughed up. I didn’t have a flit who he was, but Marto seemed to know. I had so questions I just couldn’t keep still. What had Marto been getting up to since we last saw one another? Who were those devil guys? What was this book for?…And what did that mark on Marto’s chest mean for him?
Continued in ‘Nighttime Chats at Sea’…
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Epilogue:
I flitted down carefully onto the balcony of the captain's cabin of the Andromeda. Tricky Otto had taken over the wheel and was steering us back into Port Ffirst as it appeared on the morning horizon. She hadn’t appeared on deck again all night after her outburst at my seashanty, I never knew someone’s face could turn so red.
Though the others tried to make light of Otto’s outburst at me, her words hadn’t actually stung as much the others thought.
So many times times before had I cried frustratedly in the street as the other fairy children taunted and jeered at me, “Beetle legs! Beetle legs! BUG GIRL! BUG GIRL! Go crawl back in the dirt buggy nobody wants you here!”
Slowly I crept into the cabin and flittered my way over to Otto’s desk. There I placed the bundle from my belt one of the yellow branded pirate bandanas, filled with a couple hand fulls of gems from the retrieved island chest. I then grabbed a scrap of parchment, inked a quill, and scribbled a quick note, laying beside the package and slipping back out the window just as one of the crew let out a cry, “LAND HOE!”
“Otto,
I'm sorry if I upset you...I know what it's like for people to judge you before they get to know you. But just so you know...You're the most buggin'awesome pirate I've ever met.
Beets P.s. You owe me an arm wrestle”
“And it looks like-WAIT WHAT IS THE BEETLE DOING?! *WHACK* Ooooff-I-I don’t believe it! S-she’d done it!!! The Beetle has bested our ocean wave slicer Sandy Blueshore! GIVE IT UP FOR-THEEEEEEE BEETTTTTLEEEEE!!!”
———————————————————————————-
Whoa bug! Who’d have thought mermaids, the pretty little singsong, hair brushing, sailor longing lasses they’re made out to be in all the stories are actually BUGGIN’awesome brawlers.
Sandy would’ve had me skewered on that fork of her's if I hadn’t managed to pull off that triple wing flip.
After a night like that I was starting to like Port Ffirst, though for all this fresh sea air sea folk smell pretty darn ripe-peeeeeeyuuuuuu!!!
Some were pretty friendly though, Jed gave me a very warm welcome as I headed into Carvenous Seashank, apparently he’d closed up shop and ran straight over to catch the end of match between me and Sandy once word has spread-or more like our battle cries heard.
Gotta say his drinks though-absolutely buggin’awful- although that could’ve just been it going down the wrong way when I spotted Marto at the table with that pretty Miss Seraphina!-Two buggin’months without an adventure together! It was great to see him..and looking even clanker than usual.
So yeah, joining us on little ocean voyage was as said, the very pretty angelic lass Seraphina, a purple skinned armoured drow woman called Zola, and a dark mysterious beauty called Nessa.
And then bursting through the door, came a pirate! Not just a pirate, but the most buggin’est looking pirate I’d seen Tricky Otto!
She played pretty cool, didn’t want everyone to know she was a pirate-even though she looked bugging amazing as one-I can respect that. After swigging her drink and eyeing us over, she told us all meet us aboard her ship The Andromeda in one hour, for a secret and potentially deadly quest for the moon goddess Selune! Just enough time for us to buy some pirate bandanas!
———————————————-
Well…It definitely wasn’t the swasbuckling pirate adventure on the high seas I was expecting.
I mean I did have that pretty sweet arm wrestle with Zola Marto set up, though I hope she won’t still keep thinking I have got rabies or something. And getting to watch Marto work shirtless as a deck hand after falling overboard…Oh bug,what a dreamboat!
It all started going wrong though when the crew spotted Marto’s tattoo and got all funny-I mean heck we’ve all made bade decisions.
After we’d all chatted with strange half-elf Khaòs though, I learnt that tattoo was far more than a bad drunken night made decision at the tavern-oh Marto, you’ve been through a lot!
The treasure island we were on course for too wasn’t just simply for a chest buried under a big ‘X’ filled with booty, but held a book of the moon goddess that could be key to potentially stopping an oncoming war between the goddesses and demons.
Once we got rowed out by Otto to the Island, things got even worse, the sea-somehow-caught a blaze and we were surrounded by fiery elementals and their lazy butt of a fiend boss Himbo.
It’s fair to say, without our powerful holy lady and two angelic lasses, we would’ve been toast. Every strike I landed against the flamin'ladies I got burnt, and poor Marto just got more and more frustrated. This was not the happy cheerful lad I remember meeting my first day back at Fort Ettin.
After one fiend guy got sliced and we managed to convince Marto to let got about the other one that got away, we grabbed the chest of booty and headed back to the ship.
We then meet up with Khaos down below at the beside of some old guy looking pretty roughed up. I didn’t have a flit who he was, but Marto seemed to know. I had so questions I just couldn’t keep still. What had Marto been getting up to since we last saw one another? Who were those devil guys? What was this book for?…And what did that mark on Marto’s chest mean for him?
Continued in ‘Nighttime Chats at Sea’…
———-
Epilogue:
I flitted down carefully onto the balcony of the captain's cabin of the Andromeda. Tricky Otto had taken over the wheel and was steering us back into Port Ffirst as it appeared on the morning horizon. She hadn’t appeared on deck again all night after her outburst at my seashanty, I never knew someone’s face could turn so red.
Though the others tried to make light of Otto’s outburst at me, her words hadn’t actually stung as much the others thought.
So many times times before had I cried frustratedly in the street as the other fairy children taunted and jeered at me, “Beetle legs! Beetle legs! BUG GIRL! BUG GIRL! Go crawl back in the dirt buggy nobody wants you here!”
Slowly I crept into the cabin and flittered my way over to Otto’s desk. There I placed the bundle from my belt one of the yellow branded pirate bandanas, filled with a couple hand fulls of gems from the retrieved island chest. I then grabbed a scrap of parchment, inked a quill, and scribbled a quick note, laying beside the package and slipping back out the window just as one of the crew let out a cry, “LAND HOE!”
“Otto,
I'm sorry if I upset you...I know what it's like for people to judge you before they get to know you. But just so you know...You're the most buggin'awesome pirate I've ever met.
Beets P.s. You owe me an arm wrestle”