>>5700744>Photo: Christopher Johnson>Alt-Text: An aerial view of a single outrigger canoe making its way up the Hanalei River. Dense forest is on either side of the water.“Let’s move upstream, people gotta resupply!”
Rowing against the waters will be hard, but digging your crew out a week-long party was harder.
Good thing you have a warrior with choke muscles to herd the rats for you. Gives you time to close some loose ends.
“Ohra, I mean...Ōra, everything cherreh now?”
Ōra: Guildless peace on the horizon? Of course.
“Good. I’m looking out for you folks, talk story 'bout it.”
You share a warm smile, one heavy with the honeyed hope of a brighter tomorrow.
“Okay assholes, party’s over. It’s a lot of rowing to kiss Nizzy’s as!!”
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And a lot it was. Your hands haven't been this tired since Kaimana’s last birthday.
By the time you got back to the masturbatory monument Lani call’s a temple, your blisters had blisters.
You sent a pigeon right before you came, so Captain stick in the mud themself was there to greet you.
Nizax: Makana, you’ve been gone almost a month. What happened?
>Tell the truth>Lie (Write in for the specific lie, dice will be rolled for its success.) 