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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a blue magic wall, looking like a slow running waterfall
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On the island:
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https://youtu.be/XO1MC0BS3K4?si=ZZ4U42grIgWaw_Lv
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After meeting Dorrin:
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https://youtu.be/9xeWvFntMcc?si=OgqCsCZTSwpMFxX0
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## As you exit the BLUE gate,
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Your nose is immediately bombarded by the stench of sea salt and your ears are greeted to the sound of seagulls. The wooden dock you are now standing on stretches around a small island in a large 2x2 block square, and the only thing beyond it is endless miles of water.
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Welcome to the **Ocean** demense!
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Despite the lack of overall land, the area is anything but lifeless. Dozens of people are walking about in either sailor uniforms, fishing outfits, or deep sea diving gear, all chatting each other up like it was the most normal thing in the world.
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The gate itself is bound to the side of one of the nearby buildings, and there is a signpost with guiding arrows and signs.
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*SOUTH SIDE SHOPS*
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*EAST SIDE DIVING*
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*WEST SIDE DOCKS*
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*NORTH SIDE FISHING*
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*CENTRAL STORAGE*
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*SOUTHSIDE SHOPS*
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All ten shops are selling a massive amount of freshly caught seafood of course, but a couple are selling clothing designed for the waters, fishing rods, tackle & bait, fresh catches, magic rings in a blue hue, and even some boat & diving suit rentals.
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*APPROACH*
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The shopkeep, an octopus in a white poet shirt with a velvet vest and a blue nametag reading KLEIN, currently using his six tentacle arms to handle multiple business transactions at once. "Hm? What can I do ya fer?"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"Yer lookin fer Dorrin? Haven't seen him in a while, but he's probably around here somewhere."
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*EASTSIDE DIVERS*
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This stretch of wood seems to be for people to dive full-body in to the water without a vessel. All of them bare minimum have either a net, a spear, or a blade on hand before they dive in.
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*APPROACH*
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One of the divers stops just before jumping in, and you can't tell what's inside the suit, but he DOES stop to talk to you. "Need something?"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"Dorrin's been kinda missing for a bit. He's here somewhere, just not sure where. I'll keep an eye out for him while I'm down there, he usually helps guide fish to us to make our catches better."
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*WESTSIDE BOATS*
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Each boat varies greatly in size from a basic 2 man fishing boat to a massive crew-bearing multi-floor vessel, and each one carries out fish as small as simple trout, as large as massive swordfish, and as weird-looking as blue lobsters.
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*APPROACH*
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An Osprey woman with her hair bound up under a fisherman's hat in grey waders and a black shirt, her blue nametag reading VICTORIA, hops off her vessel once the rest of her crew hauls off their half full net. "What's up?"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"Haven't seen him in a bit. Which is a shame, our catches usually work out alot better when he's around."
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*SHACKS*
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The outermost shacks are essentially just ice boxes for the peoples' fish, and you spot a few people load one up as you walk by. However, you do see some of them get bigger as you get closer to the center.
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The shack in the center is surprisingly large, to the point you could swear it mimicked a two story building. It has an actual front door with stairs leading up to it, and the door appears to be partly open.
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*GO INSIDE*
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Inside is a fairly decent looking living space. Tables and couches in the living room, burgundy colored painted walls, fully functional kitchen with an extra large fridge, and well maintained stairs leading to the next floor.
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(INVESTIGATE ROLL) The place is surprisingly organized, nothing appears damaged or out of the ordinary, but you DO notice everything seems to have several days worth of dust all over it.
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*UPSTAIRS*
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You find a pair of fully furnished bedrooms, one of which CLEARLY is designed to house a girl with darker Gothic tastes, and the other furnished for more of a sharp dressed man.
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*NORTHSIDE FISHERS*
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For the most part, it's just a bunch of guys in basic fishing gear casting their lines from the dock itself instead of a boat. Some kids are even fishing with their dads using string-on-a-stick fishing poles. There's even a pole sticking out of a huge pile of seaweed in the corner.
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Upon being asked, a few drunk men start slurring their words at you, but a sparrow in a captain's hat says something to the effect of 'if he ain't in his house, he's either out bulking, sulking, or skulking', and all the dtunks start laughing like it was the funniest joke they ever heard.
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(INVESTIGATE Roll) You suddenly realize that pile of seaweed in the corner is... moving a little?
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The seaweed begins to shift and fall as a massive finned tail swings out, revealing a massive bald person hiding within. He slowly rises to his feet, looming over your group by a few inches.
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The seaweed slowly slips off his body to reveal a buff shark clad in only ocean blue swim trunks, shredded and tattered below the knees. Aside from the occasional piece of seaweed, the only other thing on him is the string on a stick he is holding, revealed to be a large harpoon.
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*IF ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING*
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He will abruptly cut them off. "I know why you're here. And my answer is no."
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*AFTER ANY RESPONSE*
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"I dont care anymore. Whatever you want is not my concern. Not anymore." He will attempt to walk away, harpoon in hand.
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*IF THEY ASK WHY*
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He sighs and looks to the group, his ocean blue eyes glowing lightly. "You are among the freshest newbies, I assume. Your country sent you here because you were among the best of the best, or something along those lines. The people of these lands are all either the same way or the descendants of those people. And that includes the marauders."
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"Those people, raised from such a 'noble and well educated background,' ambushed me in an attempt to take my Regalia by force. And when they didn't get what they wanted, they took something even more precious from me. They proved the quality of a person is irrelevant to their desperation when it comes to getting what they want."
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He smashes his tail through a nearby plank of wood, causing it to break immediately. "They don't deserve anything less than the suffering they inflict on others, including me." And he leaves, heading into the water and submerging himself in it, disappearing from sight.
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A fisherman nearby who heard the hold thing approaches, an old otter man in blue sailor garb and a blue nametag that says GALLON, grabs your group's attention with his thick West Country English accent. "Don't take it personally lads, he be grievin' somethin' fierce. Come with me, I'll explain everythin'."
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He takes you to a fairly good size fishing vessel docked on the east docks, complete with a second floor and enough standing room for a dozen people AND their catches, with a sign on the rear naming it 'The Barrel of Forty-Two.'
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*IF ASKED WHY*
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He laughs heartily and replies, "Because a barrel can hold 42 gallons!"
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He takes you out a good mile from the docks, and hands each of you a fishing rod if you want, before flopping in the northernmost seat on the boat and casting out his own line. "Ah... nothin' like the deep blue sea, is thar? Just endless ocean, a gull here or there, and the catch of the day waitin' to be caught."
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*WHEN ASKED ABOUT DM*
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Gallon sighs a bit before responding. "As I said, don't hate the lad. Dorrin is a prideful lad that had his greatest treasure stolen, something far more valuable than sunken gold or that fancy spear o' his. He lost his daughter, a local legend around these parts. Her name was Vivid."
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"He adopted her when she was a teen, no memory of her parents. Ye wouldn't think 'im the fatherin' type, but he raised 'er ta be a fine woman. Beautiful too, her Crimson eyes offset her gray fur so well, she had ta turn away many a suitor." He laughed a bit before he lets out a soft sigh.
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"Things changed about a month ago. The blasted marauders had just come by and tried to muck up the fishermen, but ol' Dorrin an' Vivid took care of 'em right quick. His power an' brutality was only matched by 'er speed and precision. Truly a tag team from Hell."
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"But after they were sent packin', new ones stepped in and challenged 'im. An' there was somethin' diff'rent about one of 'em, somethin'... wrong. There were only three, but they challenged 'im fer 'is Regalia, and he accepted the 3 on 1. And they fought dirty."
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"The two he fought first, a lad and a lass, put up a good fight. Zapped 'im, cooked 'im, froze 'im like a fishstick. And he took 'em down. But that last one, he did somethin' most foul.. while Dorrin was busy fightin' 'em, the last one told his men to take Vivid hostage. She fought as hard as she could, but they managed to take 'er away."
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"When Dorrin realized she was nabbed, it was all that last one needed to strike. He shot 'im with some form of magic gun, golden in hue. It hit Dorrin hard enough to take 'im down. But the thing they never realized was, Dorrin is too tough to die."
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"It was over in a flash, Dorrin had stood back up and had the leader's head an' helmet in his jaw, an' the other two in his hands by the throats. And right when 'e was about to eat the bastard's head clean through, 'e surrendered an' broke off the challenge, grabbed his men an' ran away."
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"We couldnt get a good look at 'em, but I saw that lad's bloodied face through the broken helmet, got a good look at 'is eye when 'is helmet got crushed against 'is skull. He saw death in those Jaws. An' 'e barely escaped it with his life."
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"Since then, Dorrin's waited every wakin' moment for them to return, hoping he can grab 'em an' squeeze 'em for any information. But they haven't returned even once, so he's just waited for 'em for an entire month."
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*WHY NOT GO AFTER HER*
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He turns to the one who asked. "Yer genuinely askin' why a six foot four enraged and grievin' shark man with the powers of the ocean at 'is fingertips doesn't go gallavantin' through the Town of Diadem, bellowin' about his lost daughter?"
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"It only takes a single match to start a fire, (lad/lass). He knows if he does that an' even ONE person gets scared, he'll incite a riot. demense Master or not, people would fear 'im. It takes all 'is self control not to do just that."
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"I feel for th' lad, I do. All 'e wants is to know if his daughter is okay. He believes she is, but ev'ry day that passes without her is another day of misery fer 'im."
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(CONTACTS ROLL) Someone suddenly remembers they have a shadowy informant on standby. But to summon him, you need a bit of darkness, which the second floor will likely offer.
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*Striker appears in the second floor*
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"I knew you couldn't stay away forever... to what do I owe the patronage?"
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*AFTER THEY EXPLAIN*
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"Hm hm.. Very well, I'll find your Vivid of the Crimson Eye, but this time it will cost you. Head back to the mainland, I should have something for you by the time you arrive. We can discuss your payment then..." He fades into the shadows of the boat.
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When you return, Striker is sitting in the shade of one of the shacks, munching sloppily on a fresh fish carcass. "Mm, delicious.. Oh hello there, welcome back~"
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*IF THEY ASK*
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"OH I found whom you were looking for, and she is very much alive..." An eerie moment of silence befalls the entire island, as Dorrin has appeared behind Striker.
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"...what? Is there something on my face?" A piece of seaweed falls onto his shoulder, causing him to slowly turn around and gasp strainedly seeing the shark.
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Dorrin is staring down at him with the intensity of a man ready to commit murder. "What... did you... just... say..?"
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Striker turns to him and indignantly replies. "Now see here, fish breath, I will not be intimidated by the likes of HYEARGH!!" He is grabbed by the neck and lifted clean off his feet, meeting eye to eye with Dorrin, while he grabs at Dorrin's arm to try and free himself.
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Dorrin leans in close and stares him in his bug eyes. "You stink of Cassius..."
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That makes Striker freeze in place for a moment, before Dorrin drops him onto his ass. He grumbles a bit, but freezes again when Dorrin aims his Spear at him. "Now speak, insect. What do you know?"
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Striker nervously gulps, and responds, "She's alive, she's alive! My informants spotted someone with Crimson eyes in Diadem a few days ago! I couldn't get an exact location but she's somewhere in the Essentials district!" When that spear backs away, he sighs deeply, but jumps in place when Dorrin flops on his ass, staring in the sky.
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"I knew it... I knew she was alive..." His entire demeanor shifts and softens significantly, and you could almost see a smile on his face and a tear in his eye. He turns to your group after a moment. "Thank you... you have done me a great service. I owe you a debt that will be repaid."
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Striker stands up and complains. "What about me?! I'm the one who got the information! Surely I deserve compensation as well!"
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Dorrin simply reaches over, grabs him by the head, and pulls him down. "You may live to see another day, vermin." He then accurately throws him backward, Striker screaming the whole time as he flies through the air and falls right through the portal.
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Dorrin finally stands back up, raises his Spear in the air, and speaks in a proud voice, "Today is a glorious day! Vivid of the Crimson Eye still lives!!!" And literally everyone on the wharf island cheers at this news. High fives are being exchanged, dancing lines are forming, bottles of booze are appearing out of nowhere.
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"And these are the people whom we have to thank for this information. As repayment, I will accept your challenge for any future day, any time. This information is more valuable than any Regalia."
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He pauses and turns away before continuing, "But for now, for the first time in a month, I am ready to rest." He slowly walks away, headed for the storage building.
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Everyone else, however, is shouting, dancing, and taking drinks of booze in celebration that their island legend is still very much alive. |