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 Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 12:08 pm
Welcome To Tendaji! Welcome Daspien to Tendaji!
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2020 12:08 pm
Daspien Grows To A PrenticeCongrats Daspien!
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2020 10:24 am
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2021 1:56 pm
Dont rock the boat with Brexxa
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2021 1:56 pm
[ Class Affinity Solo ]
[369]
Daspien had no idea what a fateful encounter it would be to meet a Belrean. At this point in his training, he was more often on the deck and would meet with the patrons of his ship. Through this, he got to know many new characters who were beginning to travel throughout the world. He met the water-breathing people of Kahikina, the ice-folk of Zena, and the mechanically inclined visitors from Belrea.
It was the Lightning people that would help him discover the power of the Arcanist. He had heard of Arcanists before, but they mostly hid away and combined their tools to create interesting results. While interesting, Daspien really didn't see much more to it outside of throwing dung bombs at his friends.
But the Arcanists from Belrea...they figured it out. They had these interesting magical weapons they called guns that would shoot out elemental bullets, causing so much issue on hit. It fit so well with someone who was on the seas, to learn how to craft the magical bullets and defend themselves whenever attacked.
There were two types of weapons, pistols and a blunderbuss. The blunderbuss was interesting to Daspien, but the dual pistols were nice, they could be easily stored and easily loaded. Every moment he got, he would sit down with the Lightning gal and ask about the weapons she had on her hips.
Thank goodness she was patient with him.
As time passed, soon enough they landed in Yael and the travelers were off to explore another island. Daspien felt a little lost, no longer with the interesting tool, and his crewmates made fun of him. They thought he had a bit of a crush, but no, he simply found himself wanting to learn more.
It took a few weeks for him to realize that this was more than a passing fancy, and he became determined to find someone to give him information on how to start crafting his own tools, and where he could buy his own weapon. It might take a little bit longer to save the funds, but the young man knew he needed to defend himself on the high seas and this was just the way to do it.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2021 1:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2021 5:57 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2021 5:55 am
Growth Quest
[ 733/500]
[ Daspien is feeling a bit bored spending time on the passenger ship, and decides it's time to forge his own destiny and find a different crew. ]
Daspien was working with the crew to help port the ship in Matori, his eyes and mind distracted as he watched some of their patrons come deck side to prepare to disembark. When he first started this job, it was answering the call from the sea. The freedom to travel was so alluring, especially for someone who was torn between two islands. His Yaeli heritage may not be as strong as his Matori, but he still felt the desire to visit both homes whenever he could. Joining a ship was a convenience, and he was happy for awhile.
He got to work, meet new people, and learn the skills of the trade. But the rules, and the limitations of their routes caused it all to just be boring. He wanted to explore the coats, to travel from one island to the other and explore even further out to sea.
It wasn't want he wanted, and he began to feel bitter and jaded. Eventually, his captain noticed the lack of excitement from one of the younger sailors, and as a result decided to call out to him before he could leave the ship today.
"Daspien, son, come on in to my office for a sec..." He called out. The other crew mates ribbed Daspien as they headed off for their shore leave, and the hybrid turned and headed inside and away from the sun.
Settling down in the seat across from his captain, Daspien had the strange feeling this was going to be a difficult conversation.
"Son....I've noticed you haven't been yourself lately. You don't have the...oomph you had when you first started. Sure, sailors grow weary, but you're a different sort."
Daspien kept quiet, his eyes downcast as he listened and debated how to reply. He didn't want to insult his captain, who gave him advice, guided him through the trade, and helped him find himself and his sea legs. But he didn't want to lie when he knew, deep down, that his heart wasn't in it.
"Look...son, I'm not here to force you. But that means I wont force you to stay if you aren't feeling like this is your place. I need my sailors to live and breathe on the sea. This is a hard job, and those who just aren't feeling it are a liability, you understand?"
Daspien's eyes shot up and he looked nervously at his mentor, "No, I love it...I really do, and I appreciate all you've done for me so far, captain!"
"...I'm sensing a but in that sentence..." The captain replied after a long moment of silence, and Daspien looked sheepishly around the room as he got his thoughts together.
He took in the sights, the warm light and the worn wood, and the smell of the sea seeping through the hull. He listened and could hear the cries of the gulls and the voices on the dock, the shouts of the workers. This was the music of his trade, and he knew the sea would always be his. But the pace, the challenges, the work of a porter just wasn't for him.
He wanted freedom. True, unbrindled freedom.
"but...I don't this this job is what I want. I want to see the world, captain, not the same three ports..."
The captain leaned back, pensive for a long moment, before he chuckled slowly.
"It's always the ones with the most potential that don't want to stick around..." He murmured almost too low for Daspien to hear. But he heard, and his cheeks flushed at the complement and the sadness. His captain knew, maybe even before he did.
"Wherever you want to land, we'll get you there, son. We'll miss you, but I'm not going to force any of my mates to stick around when their heart calls for them elsewhere. You'll always have a place on my crew, Daspien..."
They spoke lowly for a few more minutes, before Daspien realized this was his port. He would grab his stuff and leave without too much fuss, not interested in making a big deal.
As he walked off the plank one last time, Daspien wondered where he'd go next. For now, he'd take a little bit of a shore leave, figure out what was happening on the waters beyond the leisure crews. Then, he'd find the next big adventure he was dying for.
He was ready to begin.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2022 5:57 am
Daspien Grows To A TransfiguristCongrats Daspien!
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2022 5:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2023 7:12 am
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2023 6:21 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2023 10:30 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2024 6:05 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2024 6:09 am
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