Cold, salty seawater sprays upon the two trolls' faces. The harsh, relentless winds pounds at the mast, threatening to send wave after wave onto the ship. The captain keeps her aloft as his first mate does everything in his power to keep the water off the deck. Thunder cracks as a bolt of lightning strikes the forward mast. They will probably die soon.
That is, they would, if not for the fact that they were sailing in a small rowboat around a pond just outside the captain's house.
Anekta stops rowing, drops his paddle into the knee-deep water, and stands up.
"(this is stupid. what are we even doing.)"
Here we have a troll-only RP that isn't in a game session. You can join whenever the hell you want, just try not to ruin whatever we're doing. ...That's... really all there is to say on the matter.
The trolls' mini-bios!:
He's Anekta Tripis. He is obsessed with ghosts, spirits, and all things supernatural. He also quite enjoys building complex machinery to help him detect said supernatural phenomena.
(he talks in a low whisper so as not to upset the ghosts)
He's Meriro Rochet. He's a troll who enjoys piratey things.
Fun fact: Technically not actually a pirate.
He talks in a manner befittin' a survy dog such as himself.
A harpoon smashes a hole into the watercraft from under the water. There is a STATBAT impaled on it holding a note:
.if YOru, rEadiNg, thi$ YOur flarp, $E$$iON ha$ bEEguN
((The text color is obviously off, but I don't know the hexcode for Fefri's text color.))
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Things I've said
> They say Time is relative. That's only because reality Is relative; 'Cause reality is an illusion, and illusions can Have glitches. I am one of these. A glitch in Reality. realityGlitch._
Me: Don't worry, I stay on in the clean areas of deviantART.
Teacher: You see, that's like going into a pornography store to by gum.
Me: NO! No, it is not! I'm sorry but this conversation is over. *leaves room*