By dawn, banners celebrating and signifying one of the most important fishing days of the year festooned the docks. It was fairly common knowledge that for this one day, it would be fine to set differences aside and fish together off the docks-- in fact, it was a bit of a game, and by the end of the day the catches would be prepared and scored, shared in a group fish fry. The individual who won would be crowned the King of Fish for a year!
Maybe not the most prestigious reward, but it promised to be a pretty fun day. For those who were not interested in fishing itself, there was a beach nearby for lounging and swimming away from the fishers. Snack stands lined the path by the beach, and anyone was welcome.
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Please post [ DOCKS ] or [ BEACH ] at the top of your post, depending on where your character is located!
Please do not post for anyone but official characters.
If you would like to fish at the DOCKS, feel free to roll 2d8, like I have done in this post. The first result indicates what you have caught, and the 2nd result indicates how much of that you have caught. You can fish again OOCly once every 3 hours from your last post.
Results 1 - Eel 2 - Carp 3 - Tilapia 4 - Kelp 5 - Junk [whatever you want] 6 - Catfish 7 - Cuttlefish 8 - You can choose!
Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:17 pm
[BEACH]
It was just one of those perfect days.
The sun, the sea, the sand.
Everything was just... perfect.
Everything besides the prolonged absence of one very loud but very special Lunarian. Sara, having been granted a small break from her duties at the temple, had made her way over to the beach to try and take her mind off of anything too serious, both her mind and body in desperate need of relaxation. It was hard to find anything more calming than the sound of waves and the feeling of cool salt water lapping against your scales on a warm day like today. In her own opinion at least.
The beach was not too busy yet, possibly due to the fact the day was still so young. The main majority of the participants were probably at the fishing competition, not to mention the main bulk of people did not appear until it was time to eat. She quickly threw off her robe, mask, hat and boots (revealing quite a modest swimsuit underneath) before quite carelessly stuffing them in her bag and disregarding the whole thing on the small pile of possessions that were forming on the rocks on the far end of the beach. Thieves were always a problem, but on a day like today everyone took special effort to look out for each other. Chances are your unguarded things would remain safe, but nothing was ever a guarantee and most did not bring anything of value.
Just to be sure she had left a note attached to the outside of her bag that read. 'Kiran, this bag belongs to me, no touchy! - Sara.' Followed by a small, childish and rather comical drawing of an angry Sara hitting the well known thief with... was that a fish? She was never much of an artist so her weapon of choice was very much up to interpretation,
The Priestess then started to walk along the sand, her long hair trailing over the footprints she had left behind. For a second she looked almost graceful, before her gentle walk turned into a mad dash for the ocean. She was panting by the time she reached it, the tide the furthest possible distance it could be from the shore. Indicating there was many hours of fun to be had! The tanned Lunarian turned around and fell backwards, hitting the cold water with a splash. She just laid there as a shiver ran from her toes to the top of her head, ghostly eyes looking up at blue skies as the waves made her bob up and down like a piece of driftwood that had been cast aside.
