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8 January 2025, 19:34:24 EST (1 day ago)
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9 January 2025, 19:11:26 EST (14 hours ago) by Piki
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Spliiisssh, splaaasssh, spliiisssh, splaaasssh... The sound of a wooden vessel being hit to and fro by endless waves filled the atmosphere, along with the groans of floating Tortuvina high above.
For Barnacle, these sounds are like oxygen to her lungs. She almost lives for this feeling of being at sea. She leans on the gunwale, taking in the crisp air and feeling the salty spray on her face. Feeling her airways contract from the coldness, she pressed a paw to her chest.
It was usually cold at sea, but today was especially chilly. She can feel her candle getting dimmer as the strong wind blows against it. So she leans over to grab her fearnought blanket, and throws it over her shoulder to wrap himself up.
She may be a hard sailor, but she still has her health to preserve. Infact, it's one of the only things you have at sea. Tightening the blanket around her body, she speculates various ways to get warm.
Although she has fire burning from her head to her tail, it would be naive of her to light any kind of flame onboard. She has heard stories of how fire finds the waterproof coating painted on wooden boats irresistible.
There is a saying that Candle Noodle sailors are the most short-lived of all faia. This is because the inexperienced ones can accidentally set their boats on fire and strand themselves in the middle of the ocean.
She feels happy to prove the saying wrong, due to her cautiousness and what she calls her "shy" flame. Deep in contemplation, she stares at the sea mist being flung up by the waves. It reminds her of the steam rising from hot springs... EUREKA! It is hot spring season in Norden!
What a perfect time to go melt in a blissfully bubbly spring, she enjoys the thought. So she opens her tatty map and takes out her rusty compass, her eyes tracing along the most direct route north to one of Norden's smaller islands. She has been to this particular island before, and is fond of its hot secluded pools.
Fueled by direction, she jumps to the mast and pulls on the halyard, releasing the boat's sails in its full glory. Immediately, the wind drags against the sails, swiftly pushing the boat forward. Barnacles then pounces on the ship's wheel, and with a firm grip suddenly spins the wheel north.
The boat takes a rough sharp turn, but apart from that all is well as the boat's bow cuts through the rugged waves. Fortunately even though the sea was quite restless, the surface of the ocean wasn't misty today... Not as much as it is during spring and summer, when the sunshine's warmth beams down and contrasts with the ocean's coldness.
It wasn't long until Barnacles was approaching the shore of the island. Turning her wheel to dock in a watery pocket, she retracts her sails and ties her halyard firmly. Sensing that her boat has gone still, she climbs down onto the deserted shore.
Despite the island being dense with forest, she quickly found the beloved spring she remembered. Without hesitation, she tosses her blanket aside and slips her torso into the hot, bubbly goodness. She lets out a sigh of relief as the hot steam relaxes any tension she has left.
For Barnacle, these sounds are like oxygen to her lungs. She almost lives for this feeling of being at sea. She leans on the gunwale, taking in the crisp air and feeling the salty spray on her face. Feeling her airways contract from the coldness, she pressed a paw to her chest.
It was usually cold at sea, but today was especially chilly. She can feel her candle getting dimmer as the strong wind blows against it. So she leans over to grab her fearnought blanket, and throws it over her shoulder to wrap himself up.
She may be a hard sailor, but she still has her health to preserve. Infact, it's one of the only things you have at sea. Tightening the blanket around her body, she speculates various ways to get warm.
Although she has fire burning from her head to her tail, it would be naive of her to light any kind of flame onboard. She has heard stories of how fire finds the waterproof coating painted on wooden boats irresistible.
There is a saying that Candle Noodle sailors are the most short-lived of all faia. This is because the inexperienced ones can accidentally set their boats on fire and strand themselves in the middle of the ocean.
She feels happy to prove the saying wrong, due to her cautiousness and what she calls her "shy" flame. Deep in contemplation, she stares at the sea mist being flung up by the waves. It reminds her of the steam rising from hot springs... EUREKA! It is hot spring season in Norden!
What a perfect time to go melt in a blissfully bubbly spring, she enjoys the thought. So she opens her tatty map and takes out her rusty compass, her eyes tracing along the most direct route north to one of Norden's smaller islands. She has been to this particular island before, and is fond of its hot secluded pools.
Fueled by direction, she jumps to the mast and pulls on the halyard, releasing the boat's sails in its full glory. Immediately, the wind drags against the sails, swiftly pushing the boat forward. Barnacles then pounces on the ship's wheel, and with a firm grip suddenly spins the wheel north.
The boat takes a rough sharp turn, but apart from that all is well as the boat's bow cuts through the rugged waves. Fortunately even though the sea was quite restless, the surface of the ocean wasn't misty today... Not as much as it is during spring and summer, when the sunshine's warmth beams down and contrasts with the ocean's coldness.
It wasn't long until Barnacles was approaching the shore of the island. Turning her wheel to dock in a watery pocket, she retracts her sails and ties her halyard firmly. Sensing that her boat has gone still, she climbs down onto the deserted shore.
Despite the island being dense with forest, she quickly found the beloved spring she remembered. Without hesitation, she tosses her blanket aside and slips her torso into the hot, bubbly goodness. She lets out a sigh of relief as the hot steam relaxes any tension she has left.
Rewards
| Reward | Amount |
|---|---|
| Wisps | 150 |
Characters
CN-540: Barnacles
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