https://cotf-rpg.com/ Sun, 19 Jul 2026 08:15:47 +0000 MyBB https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12999 Sun, 12 Jul 2026 22:40:01 -0600 Kaisel]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12999 little terrors, otherwise known as children, in his life as of late. He's reconsidering the conversation he and Flora had, when he thought he was accidentally a dad already, and wondering if it might be too late to submit his choice again with a new answer. The twins are already a lot—double the fun, when he's not in charge of them, but twice the trouble when he is. Their identicalness is problematic on the best of days and weaponized on the worst, especially if he ever misplaces one and can never be sure if he keeps finding the same one or the second one—he's tempted to bring a marker next time and secretly dot one of them somewhere only he can see.

Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and  Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. [say]"Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom."[/say] He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. [say]"Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here."[/say] And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.

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]]> little terrors, otherwise known as children, in his life as of late. He's reconsidering the conversation he and Flora had, when he thought he was accidentally a dad already, and wondering if it might be too late to submit his choice again with a new answer. The twins are already a lot—double the fun, when he's not in charge of them, but twice the trouble when he is. Their identicalness is problematic on the best of days and weaponized on the worst, especially if he ever misplaces one and can never be sure if he keeps finding the same one or the second one—he's tempted to bring a marker next time and secretly dot one of them somewhere only he can see.

Now though, there's only one child, but gods help him, it's Charlie's. That in and of itself is plenty, but add to that she's an ancient and  Dygra demigod, and he might as well be conducting Mission Impossible: babysitting edition. [say]"Okay, sooooo, this is the port where all the main trading happens. We're gonna find the best flowers for you and your mom."[/say] He considers for a moment, pinching his chin as they walk, his backpack swaying behind him. [say]"Well, second best. Uncle Mateo's are the best, but I needed to pick up some other things for dinner while we're here."[/say] And also he hoped by walking up and down the port, he'd wear her out, but that seems nearly an impossible thing with ancients if e's being honest.

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]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12984 Mon, 06 Jul 2026 06:12:48 -0600 Finch]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12984
It was a soundly miserable process, one which lead him to think this was just an elaborate punishment Jack set up for him rather than any real quest to gather information. 

Rain drips down the hollows of his cheek, dancing down the line of his jagged scar before linking on his jaw. He could be hurrying somewhere, back to his little hole in the wall to get dried off, but what's the point? He's only going to get wet again. Under him, his feet splash soundlessly through puddles, the excess of water squelching miserably into already-soaked socks and settling in between his toes. Lithe, scarred, and slightly-scraped fingers rub the water out of his eyes as he sighs, wondering if he was cursed from birth or just an unlucky bastard. 

It's not a life he would wish upon anyone. Though, this last foray was so miserable, it would be enough to scare off any aspiring thief with grand dreams about the life. With that, he snorts out a little laugh under his breath, thinking of those two troublemaking twins. He can imagine their shouting voices echoing down the Fingers, complaining about the damp and slipperiness, but having a grand time of it anyway. 

He hopes those two have come to their senses, but they probably haven't.]]>
It was a soundly miserable process, one which lead him to think this was just an elaborate punishment Jack set up for him rather than any real quest to gather information. 

Rain drips down the hollows of his cheek, dancing down the line of his jagged scar before linking on his jaw. He could be hurrying somewhere, back to his little hole in the wall to get dried off, but what's the point? He's only going to get wet again. Under him, his feet splash soundlessly through puddles, the excess of water squelching miserably into already-soaked socks and settling in between his toes. Lithe, scarred, and slightly-scraped fingers rub the water out of his eyes as he sighs, wondering if he was cursed from birth or just an unlucky bastard. 

It's not a life he would wish upon anyone. Though, this last foray was so miserable, it would be enough to scare off any aspiring thief with grand dreams about the life. With that, he snorts out a little laugh under his breath, thinking of those two troublemaking twins. He can imagine their shouting voices echoing down the Fingers, complaining about the damp and slipperiness, but having a grand time of it anyway. 

He hopes those two have come to their senses, but they probably haven't.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12864 Fri, 29 May 2026 21:07:27 -0600 Aithne]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12864
It doesn't take her long to recover, and then she's slipping into the throng, allowing herself to be pulled this way and that with the crowd, keeping a careful eye on her scant belongings to make sure no pickpockets try their luck with her. Indeed, she quickly becomes the predator, relieving one distracted man of his coin purse as she ducks between two stalls and quickly disappears. Now she has money - a fair bit of it, thanks to her unsuspecting target - and that affords her the ability to browse the stalls and shops dotting the waterfront. Off she goes, a bounce in her step and a wicked grin on her face, tail flicking behind her with satisfaction as she begins to search for her lunch.]]>
It doesn't take her long to recover, and then she's slipping into the throng, allowing herself to be pulled this way and that with the crowd, keeping a careful eye on her scant belongings to make sure no pickpockets try their luck with her. Indeed, she quickly becomes the predator, relieving one distracted man of his coin purse as she ducks between two stalls and quickly disappears. Now she has money - a fair bit of it, thanks to her unsuspecting target - and that affords her the ability to browse the stalls and shops dotting the waterfront. Off she goes, a bounce in her step and a wicked grin on her face, tail flicking behind her with satisfaction as she begins to search for her lunch.]]>