YoungX
Hue Master
(Has not started yet) (Sign-Ups Open)
Last edited by a moderator:
Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature currently requires accessing the site using the built-in Safari browser.
Lilith furrowed her brows, in confusion. "A mission? Quest? Adventure?! What in the world are you talking about?" She asked, flailing her arms while she spoke. She took a deep breath and stopped. She tried to get a bit more of a calm state, then spoke again. "You may call me Lilith, or Lilly. But I have no plans in joining this 'adventure'." She crossed her arms, sternly. She jumped a tad bit when another man spoke up, threatening the younger boy. She blinked and stepped back, to give space. "Sir, I apologize, but I'm just as lost as you are. Apparently, the only one who knows what is going on, is this young fellow. Or at least knows more than we do." She claimed.Bawadaboo said:"Oi, Ioanni, Weigh anchor and shove off. Lotso waves a'tween us and the next."
The salty air-brush wind played at the captain's face as he looked out toward the new bearing. Fangway Gorge was several hundred nautical miles to the south of their current port, and after a short holiday for the men and a restock of supplies the crew of the Crescendo was ready to disembark. This particular gorge was known across the seas as the domain of the great Archeoclops, an ancient creature with a nasty reputation for eating the hearts of visitors and ships that happen to pass by the unfortunate land mass. With a hearty howl Quinn hopped onto the sail rope and slid by hand to the deck.
Normally Captain Despereaux was not one for foolhardy crusades for the greater good, to defend the helpless people of the world from monsters, to put demonic spawn from hell back from whence they came, to show his true heroism and courage! Huurahh!
No that was not the goal. Despereaux simply overheard a conversation one evening while drowning himself in a local dirt-hole pub. These particular loud gentlemen were discussing the vast vast reward for the capture or destruction of the Archeoclops.
Quinton Despereaux and his crew were not the courageous and selfless hero sort, but they were willing to do anything, even tangle with an ancient eyeball monster from hell, for the possibility of treasure. What else would one expect from pirates?
He would never meet the monster though. He would never meet the deck of his ship that day either, for after releasing the rope his boots did not meet the familiar wooden deck, but soft and spongy grass.
"What the devil?" his head on a swivel, he scanned his surroundings. Several other humanoid figures, trees, a large door, and no sign of the great ocean he was overlooking just seconds before. The others were already talking. A boy demanded names, a girl meekly questioned the situation. Quinn was not to be left in the unknown. He locked eyes on the boy.
"Avast lad! Learn yourself some manners. I'm the captain Quinton Despereaux, and I'll not be left in the dark." he drew his flintlock pistol. "What 'ave ya done with my crew?"