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Through the Living Wrath

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  1. Berin grit his teeth. The thing might com back. He had to be ready. He pulled a thin strip of the board he was on off, using the scale to cut it and sharpen it. The result was a long, sharp pole. He planned to use it for the eye, or another loose scale.
  2. “Fine. I’ll play your games.” Berin sat on the board, watching while waiting out the night.
  3. I hath but to try to escape that monster that doth haunt the seas
  4. “Well then *bleeep* you *bleeping* *bleeeeeeepers*” Berin gasped as he was let down. He awkwardly swam to one of the remaining pieces of his boat, and looked around while tearing the extra shirt cloth and wrapping it round his arm. Pain Was it gone?
  5. I doth think that that doth sadden me, and doth be horrible. Doth thou knowest howest to talketh like thiseth?
  6. How, pray tell? Mighteth I controleth the vinethes awayeth frometh me? Mighteth I petitioneth my sponsoreths to helpeth me? *wink wink* DRAGONHEIR!
  7. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah No tusks, please. They hurt me. I dunno, I think it’s entirely possible that Berin accidentally is able to control verdant spores. This is me not wishing to die.
  8. A heck of a lot. How many weapons will you give me?
  9. *insane giggling* hehe *frothing at the mouth* he hehe he hehehe
  10. Hehe… you should put all the numbers in base 16 but don’t use any with letters. Just to throw people off. “I had 100 of those” would be “I had 256 of those”
  11. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Uve traumatized me.
  12. You exist? …Lucky. Okokok. Intro question. What is your opinion on Radiant the Lopen?
  13. Berin, eyes still closed, grumbled out a short question. “Got anything better than protein bars?” @literally any gm @Spark of Hope
  14. Berin closed his eyes, the tried to wriggle out of the vines, trying to control his emotions. “Peck at the other eye. Try to take out its sight.” Berin saw them through the vines. For some reason, their presence comforted him. They gave him sad looks. He needed to wound this beast at the least.
  15. Berin struggles against the vines, willing them off of himself. He used the scale to try to scrape them off of his face, and called to Madness for help.
  16. Berin’s vision and hearing worsened significantly. But he had functioned like this before. Madness swooped in, pecking at the monster’s weak spot, and Berin swam back up to the surface; he wasn’t very far below. He again climbed on its back, and dug his scale into the other eye. He did this from an angle, so that it couldn’t see the attack.
  17. Berin cursed. He swam with his good arm away, in a direction separate from the way to the scraps of his boat. He would need to go on those. Clutching tightly onto the scale, he studied it. He signaled to his bird. “Attack the weak spot when it comes up!” Madness stood at ready to peck at the flesh on this beast. Berin dived downwards, hoping to pass under the beast.
  18. Berin, seeing their quick descent, and feeling it in his ears, jumped from the monster, swimming upwards. He just barely had enough air to surface.
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