─ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗
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Joined March 2022
ᅠ ═══════════════.✵.═ 𝔏𝔞𝔡𝑦 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 ═══════════════.✵.═ ᅠ
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/ lowkey a chill dude: hey natah for some fucking reason:
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/ one of my favorite natah interactions are ppl simply pissing her off it never gets old to me i love it
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ᅠ not be allowed to be damaged by a poorly dressed privateer. ᅠ
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ᅠ unsettled affairs that may impede on my quest? i do not want any surprises pirate.” Natah’s path seemed aimless but she knew her way: she was onwards to get Alax new threads which should not be seen as an act of kindness but disdain. she knew her image could ↓ ᅠ
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ᅠ i cannot wait.” she did not share an ounce of Alax’s optimism. that was clear. turning on her heel, the woman began to step down the path of cobble. speaking into the wind, Natah would begin to inquire Alax of possible circumstances. “do you have any ↓ ᅠ
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ᅠ she can already feel the toll on her health, Natah’s black, decrepit heart aches for simpler tides. although, she does not allow herself to complain just yet; she knows there are bound to be more trouble on the path to godhood “wonderful . . .” she dragged, ↓ ᅠ
Never before has Alax walked out of trouble so easily. She'd count her blessing but the thanks belongs to this mysterious woman, not the Maker. Regardless, she's happy to be free of her chains for as little as it might last. Those left behind are dead men, anyway.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓝𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝓖𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂͟𝐇͟𝐎͟𝐒͟𝐄͟𝐍; ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓝𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝓖𝐎𝐃'𝐒 𝐂͟𝐔͟𝐑͟𝐒͟𝐄͟𝐃.⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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ᅠ those who remain within the cell were colored astonished and envious as the pirate was released as they knew their demise was imminent and their ticket to freedom simply gave them a glare in return for reaching out. “i assume you have a ship?” Natah would ask plainly. ᅠ
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ᅠ prepared however. from the same source Natah revealed a document that had pardoned Alax of her crimes. this one was just as forged as the last but she made up for it in gold. the two men had never been more quick to reveal a key and undo a lock. ↓ ᅠ
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ᅠ complete her quest. “right then,” the witch would say with determination. “i suppose there will be one less dead pirate.” this caught the attention of the two who stood guard at the cell, confused looks and conflicted thoughts were exchanged, the sorceress was ↓ ᅠ
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ᅠ the woman frowned, she had the answer but she didn’t like who it was coming from and what it meant. Natah would stash the relic back from whence it came. clasping her hands together she would compose herself before coming to terms with what she’d have to do to ↓ ᅠ
It takes all the strength in her face to not startle at the sight of the map. This is an item that, once known, isn't easily forgotten; a legend among the Waking Sea. Not all legends are true but this one is, and Alax knows it because she's seen it before. "Looks to be ...
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⠀ ⠀𝙼𝚈𝙰 𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂. ⠀⠀ ₊ ˚ 𓅪 https://t.co/qsanHqoLj0
“do you believe in god?” “i do, please stop, there’s so much blood.”
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ᅠ who’s lost pet is this? ᅠ
It would be better if they didn't exist.
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ᅠ however. the “runes” that were etched into the faces of the device were nothing more than simple coordinates in a language that the witch had no privy to. she had no clue. ᅠ
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ᅠ the witch would add after revealing the object, “i’ve been told it’s a map of which i cannot decipher. interestingly enough it is of no arcane origin; pure man-made design.” her face twisted at the mention of man, this stems from a disdain of humans as a whole ↓ ᅠ
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ᅠ heard. she’d reveal a device that possesses a decahedral form. the faces are solid metal, etched into them are runes of which Natah is unaware of any meaning they convey. this is shown in her expression of dismay when she has to admit something she doesn’t know. ↓ ᅠ
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ᅠ “hanged you say? how traditional . . . archaic,” the woman would check the dirt from from under her sharpened nail. “before i get the affairs in order for your release i need to know your charge, and your skill.” reaching under her cloak, a faint rustling can be ↓ ᅠ
Despite the sorry state she's been left in, Alax folds her hands behind her back, standing proper. It's the respectable thing to do in any company, even bad company, bringing on the gravitas she so desperately cultivates. "I can read, madame. Maps and books. Not that the ...
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ᅠ what does a woman have to do to have some decent company? ᅠ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݂ ⠀ ;⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ : ̗̀.͟.͟.
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