So I wuz playin ma gud ole wolathar Lorsany Tarate(An old tripping out on shrooms wolathar) and I decided to break up these two lovebird's date, one thing led to another, I get stranded on a boat with the girl and some weird stuff goes down fast...
It was a somber and empty night in the sewers as the wolathar emerged from the depths of the murky water. He met the eyes of a young lad on the dock who had been about to step into a boat with a beautiful young redhead. Lorsan eyed the man up and down in his weird, unkempt red outfit. The man got a little weirded out as the boat with the young lady in it drifted off. Lorsan swam out into the water and launched himself on the boat, knocking the ores overboard as they sank to the depths of which Lorsan emerged. Lorsan said to the beautiful young ailor, "Hello there!" The lady got upset as she watched the ores sink. "Hey! I needed those! Now you're our only way back to shore!" Lorsan looked at the lady, "Oh sorry, I am afraid of wodbehearies, and water, but mostly wodbehearies. So that won't work out too well."
The lady then got upset. "Could I at least get your name?" asked Lorsan. The lady gave Lorsan her name, and Lorsan exchanged his as well. Lorsan yelled, "Wait!" and patted himself down, pulling out a cigar that smelled much like opium. Lorsan then took a large huff of the cigar and then sat it down. "So what race are you?" he asked. The woman attempted to speak as Lorsan spoke, "You're not one of those weird looking goats are you?" The woman said no as Lorsan guessed, "A snake person? That would explain the red hair." The woman said no, "I am an ailor." Lorsan then stuck his long, old, bony fingers out and ran them through her long red hair. The woman yelled, "Don't touch me!" Lorsan replied, "Sorry, sorry" and the woman spouted, "Stay to you're side of the boat while we're stranded out here."
Lorsan then looked down at his bony hands to find a grand visual illusion. He spoke, "What have I done with my life, as tears began to slowly leak from his eyes." He leaned over the edge and looked out into the water. It looked like a giant glass plain, his slow tears making waves ever so slowly. Lorsan rose his cigar to his face as to take another huff and realized what he was doing, passionately throwing the cigar far out into the water, beyond reach. He looked to the lady, "Whats you're problem." The woman replied, "Right now, you're my problem." Lorsan replied, "That what my first slave said before taking his own life." Lorsan then began spouting many tears out into the water. The lady said, "Maybe if you weren't so odd..."
Lorsan then started crying even more. He arose and started singing a high pitched, loud tune as the wooden boat began to shake. A board of wood rose up in the middle of the boat, hiding Lorsan from the woman as the boat began to move. The wood then started moving oddly, displaying varying images to the red haired woman.
The woman asked, "Are you doing this?" and received no answer. The wooden board then started to mold an image of a wolathar baby upon its face. The baby was seen happy on a large mammoth like creature. The wolathar baby then grew into a small boy and sat aside whilst many other children played, hunted, and ran about. The image quickely shifted into an image of parents casting shame upon a young one. The young one grew old and got surrounded by fumes and other old ones. He then wandered off and fell, hitting his head and blacking out. The boat then took a large "CRUNK" as the boat smacked against the small port. The boat returned to its original form as the board dividing the vessel retreated, revealing a passed out Lorsan with a cigar in hand.
So as I was doing this, the girl I was roleplaying with freaked out OOC, the wood movement was bark singing, Lorsan had sang his whole life of 180 years so it all seemed pretty compliant, anywho I was going to draw this into a comic but I can't draw. I almost cried roleplaying this out...
It was a somber and empty night in the sewers as the wolathar emerged from the depths of the murky water. He met the eyes of a young lad on the dock who had been about to step into a boat with a beautiful young redhead. Lorsan eyed the man up and down in his weird, unkempt red outfit. The man got a little weirded out as the boat with the young lady in it drifted off. Lorsan swam out into the water and launched himself on the boat, knocking the ores overboard as they sank to the depths of which Lorsan emerged. Lorsan said to the beautiful young ailor, "Hello there!" The lady got upset as she watched the ores sink. "Hey! I needed those! Now you're our only way back to shore!" Lorsan looked at the lady, "Oh sorry, I am afraid of wodbehearies, and water, but mostly wodbehearies. So that won't work out too well."
The lady then got upset. "Could I at least get your name?" asked Lorsan. The lady gave Lorsan her name, and Lorsan exchanged his as well. Lorsan yelled, "Wait!" and patted himself down, pulling out a cigar that smelled much like opium. Lorsan then took a large huff of the cigar and then sat it down. "So what race are you?" he asked. The woman attempted to speak as Lorsan spoke, "You're not one of those weird looking goats are you?" The woman said no as Lorsan guessed, "A snake person? That would explain the red hair." The woman said no, "I am an ailor." Lorsan then stuck his long, old, bony fingers out and ran them through her long red hair. The woman yelled, "Don't touch me!" Lorsan replied, "Sorry, sorry" and the woman spouted, "Stay to you're side of the boat while we're stranded out here."
Lorsan then looked down at his bony hands to find a grand visual illusion. He spoke, "What have I done with my life, as tears began to slowly leak from his eyes." He leaned over the edge and looked out into the water. It looked like a giant glass plain, his slow tears making waves ever so slowly. Lorsan rose his cigar to his face as to take another huff and realized what he was doing, passionately throwing the cigar far out into the water, beyond reach. He looked to the lady, "Whats you're problem." The woman replied, "Right now, you're my problem." Lorsan replied, "That what my first slave said before taking his own life." Lorsan then began spouting many tears out into the water. The lady said, "Maybe if you weren't so odd..."
Lorsan then started crying even more. He arose and started singing a high pitched, loud tune as the wooden boat began to shake. A board of wood rose up in the middle of the boat, hiding Lorsan from the woman as the boat began to move. The wood then started moving oddly, displaying varying images to the red haired woman.
The woman asked, "Are you doing this?" and received no answer. The wooden board then started to mold an image of a wolathar baby upon its face. The baby was seen happy on a large mammoth like creature. The wolathar baby then grew into a small boy and sat aside whilst many other children played, hunted, and ran about. The image quickely shifted into an image of parents casting shame upon a young one. The young one grew old and got surrounded by fumes and other old ones. He then wandered off and fell, hitting his head and blacking out. The boat then took a large "CRUNK" as the boat smacked against the small port. The boat returned to its original form as the board dividing the vessel retreated, revealing a passed out Lorsan with a cigar in hand.
So as I was doing this, the girl I was roleplaying with freaked out OOC, the wood movement was bark singing, Lorsan had sang his whole life of 180 years so it all seemed pretty compliant, anywho I was going to draw this into a comic but I can't draw. I almost cried roleplaying this out...
