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@Dixi Thanks! We're on our way to leave the hospital today. Had to break it to @Malkavian Grin over Discord that hospitalization in Denmark is free 😁 Anyways, I'll see if I can get a post up sooner or later. Cheers to the little new one!

@Malkavian Grin Try this link.

I haven't toyed around much with Discord to have an answer for you, sorry. Let me make my own server (I have an already made PbtA game collecting dust) and see if I can figure it out. Yup, it's tough work. Hopefully it will pan out aa little when we get home from the hospital; Missus has both a csection and diabetes to have in check before we leave.

Hey guys I became a father for the second time Wednesday last week. And we've been feeding her every three hours ever since. I'll try to post some day, but don't count on it. Can barely see with my tired baggy eyes 😴 Great idea with the Discord server, but the link is broken.

As their discreet conversion ended, Tizian sent a quiet nod of acknowledgement to Vandøger before leaving him to his own. As he turned around, he noticed Queen Katla's intense glare. In response he sent her a chilling smile. "Your highness, you seem to be in bad spirits", he said as he approached her. "What is it this time? Has Paltoon sung too many false tunes without considering her highness' well-being or does the smell of our unexpected visitors offend her highness' nose? Whatever it may be, I'm all ears."  

@Dr JackalWhy does this remind me of the mechanical shark from James and the Giant Peach? Besides that it looks good from my part (although the mental image of a trimaran buzzing away with three chainsaws does look hella cool!). No need for stealth if you're all guns and armor.

Dual chainsaw catamaran OR TRIPLE CHAINSAW TRIMARAN 😎

With a sense of reverence, Ford recovers the giant tome, the ship's log, hidden within the derelict vessel's depths. Their thick fingers carefully handles this relic with utmost care. After admirering the rare leafs the book was bound in, they carefully carries this invaluable artifact down to the remaining group, who regard it with curiosity and anticipation. Tolliver is the first to voice their interest in the log, urging Ford to open and share its contents. Ford, with an almost surprising dexterity for someone with thick, cactus-like fingers, manages to unfasten the latch that had kept the log closed for so long. With a gentle sigh, the dusty pages of the log are revealed, filled with tales and secrets from the ship's past. Like a ripe fruit ready to burst from the slightest pressure, Ford carefully placed the log on a somewhat clear surface. As Ford begins to read from the log, the group leans in, their eyes fixed on the pages, eager to uncover the mysteries and stories that lie within the faded ink and weathered parchment. Ford starts with the first page: all life has a start and Ford wants to know what good fortunes Boughbreaker had when she first set sail through the Verdant. Where did she come from and who was her captain? Was it a good maiden voyage or did she struggle?

The unexpected appearance of the cave pigs amidst the scavenging group was a bizarre and surreal twist in their journey through the dark, foreboding halls. Vandøger, initially taken aback by the gentle nudge from the first cave pig's snout, quickly realized that these creatures were not a threat. As the hallway filled with five more cave pigs, their grunts and squeals reverberating through the stone corridor, Tizian couldn't help but crack a bemused smile. "Well, now," Tizian remarked, his cynicism momentarily giving way to amusement, "it seems we've acquired some unexpected companions on our journey. Perhaps these little ones can scrounge up some hidden treasures of their own." "Food! A feast!" the wolf shouted so loud it formed as a whisper from Tizian's lips. Saliva almost foamed uncontrollably from his mouth, making the beard on his chin slick with mouth watering. Tizian cussed under his breath and wiped the excess with his sleeve. As the cave pigs, in their comical innocence, went about their business, foraging for whatever sustenance they could find amidst the debris of the alcoves, Tizian approached Vandøger. His demeanor had changed to a more serious mien and his voice was kept low. "Vandøger, can we talk about the significance of this place?" The conversation continued under the loud grunts and squeals from the pigs.  

With introductions breaking the ice between them, the diverse group of individuals exchange names, forming a cordial bond within the confined space of the derelict ship. Ford, in his deep and resonant voice, announces his purpose: "I am seeking a ship to serve on. I am good at rattling. Even better with guns". It is obvious, even for the group, that Ford isn't used to speak much. They noticed the lone firefly lighting up the ship's naming plaque just below the ceiling. The boughbreaker. Ford nodded approving: A strong name for a strong ship. A shame as it is that she won't plow through the Wildsea in her condition. In recognition Ford pads the hull of the ship, loudly. As Ford half listens to the chatter in the room, a circle of fireflies begins to twirl up the nearby stairs, their ethereal glow captivating their attention. An inexplicable pull tugs at their instincts, compelling them to follow this enchanting trail. What secrets might the fireflies hold? Ford's enormous bulk starts to follow the fireflies' light, though with a hand resting on his beloved Widow.

"Qillnach," Tizian repeated, committing her name to memory. "It's good to have someone with your skills among us. Sneaking can be just as valuable as brawn in these dark times. Keep your eyes sharp, and if we need you to scout ahead quietly, we'll certainly call upon your talents." Tizian regarded the princeling with a hint of cynicism, seeing in him the innocence of youth amidst the harsh realities. "Well, princeling," he replied with a touch of world-weariness, "sometimes we all make choices in this wretched place, but none of them come without their own brand of torment. Just remember, even monsters have their own demons to wrestle." "Demons? What demons?", the wolf asked puzzled. It turned in Tizian as if the intertwined soul turned its head in search for an interloper. Perhaps to consume, Tizian didn't really know and cared even less. Instead he started to scavenge what was salvageable in the alcoves.

Congrats!

Tizian listened intently to the masked woman's grim tale of her group's fate, her words sending a chill down his spine. The mention of Daaru's transformation into a monstrous entity after touching the well confirmed the danger that lurked within. His suspicions regarding the scratch marks now had a sinister explanation, and his sense of caution deepened. Tizian turned to his companions, conveying the urgency of the situation. "Gather whatever you can from this hallway, and let's store it in Vandøger's wagon," he advised, his tone firm but concerned. "And remember, avoid that well at all costs. We've seen enough to know that some risks are not worth taking." As the group began to collect supplies and salvage what they could from the alcoves, Tizian turned his attention back to the masked woman, his sense of security compelled him to seek more information. "What's your name, girl?" he inquired again, his voice softer now, carrying a note of empathy. "And tell me, are you skilled in a fight? We may need all the help we can get in this forsaken place."

I had a similar confrontation once with a different group of players. In a game of Monsterhearts a player was playing a Cerberus playbook non-binary character. In Denmark we're not that used in using them/they Danish equivalents... I'm not even sure if we got any! I consistently referred to the character as she/her, only thinking they used the them/they pronouns because they were a Cerberus, a dog with many heads. The mistake was corrected when the gm reminded me that they were a non-binary and should be referred with the right pronoun. Those pronouns are confusing sometimes ☺️

Sorry, English is my second language and some things just passes over my head, despite how much I think I understand the language. *redacted* Summer is unfortunately the term we use in Denmark. I don't mind being corrected, so don't feel sorry. That's how we learn and be able to respect each other.