Frogvarian
Posts: 101
11/11/2018
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This thread is dedicated to the Frogvarians, a family of zailors of modest renown, their fate in Neath, adventures and exploits. Updates shall take place at least once a week in the form of story snippets.
More characters might be added as I play Sunless Sea.
The Family:
Frogvarian (the First)
An urchin born of London in times long past. He bought a ship and became its Captain, the stern but wistful Frogvarian. For years he sailed the zee, uncovering mysteries one by one.
R. J. Frogvarian
A servant of the Frogvarian family. A figure covered in mysteries, both their own and of others. They came to London from the surface decades after it fell, to prepare for the return of the young Captain from the zee.
Rebeka Frogvarian
Young Captain, out on the zee. Soon, she’ll return to London. Her destiny is that of sorrow, pain, loss. Nothing good awaits poor Rebeka. The family servant prepares for her quest with mournful efficiency.
Table of Contents:
A cautionary tale
edited by Frogvarian on 11/11/2018
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R. J. Frogvarian
An Extraordinary Mind, Correspondent, and author of mysterious, if a bit scandalous, qualities.
Open to interactions, roleplay, chess, and the occasional scanadlosity.
Rebeka Frogvarian
Gone NORTH.
Publisher of The Goosey Gazette, the best stop for all things arty and Neathy!
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Frogvarian
Posts: 101
11/14/2018
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1̕҉5̛͢͠͝͞.̸̨̛͠͞1͘͜͡0̴̶͜.̴̧1897
At last, out of that dreaded prison! Though I will miss the cuisine. Found a room to live in. Bought a perfect purple corset as well as tailcoats, though the latter doesn't fit all too well. My search starts - I've taken to the work of a detective. Still I write, here and there.
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A patron! A midnighter by the name of Blackwell reached out to me, willing to help my search and improve my capabilities. I believe this will be a fruitful relationship.
̢̛̕͜͟2̵̴͢͞9͟҉̸.̡̛́͟1̷̷̕͞͝0̨͏̢1897
The search progresses slowly. Between cases and published works, the many balls, parties, honey-filled nights, and undone buttons are, while a nice distraction, still a distraction. I'm afraid the hedonism will hinder my work too much. Considering dabbling in archaeology.
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Met with Doctor Lawrence. An intriguing scientist of the Society, if a little reserved. A past sailor. Mayhaps I can listen to their tales of the seas one day.
̵̶͡͝͝7̸̨̛̀̕.̶̕1҉̶͟1̷̀.̸̷͡1897
I've gained an invitation to the court of the Traitor Empress herself. Behind close doors, the Society folk truly enjoy themselves like some more restrained Bohemians I know.
̵̢̧͠1̶̷͜͝͠1́̕.̢̕͏̴1͏̡̛́̀1͞҉͞҉͠.̴̵̨͜͞1897
Heureka! Progress at last. A set of seven stones, each with a letter, all like written in water. An acquaintance of mine set his head on fire trying to discover their secrets. The research is invaluable, though. Old Master should've told me about this beforehand, though I suppose I cannot complain. I've gained an invitation to the University. Still, my research progresses slower than I anticipated. The Captain should be returning soon. I must be ready.
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A murder! Another one, in any case. At the University. I've asked to be assigned to the case. It should be simple enough, and I can focus on further research into this Correspondence. The letters are revealing more and more secrets to me each day. My head is spinning (and sometimes on fire). Just imagine the possibilities of this tongue! I must focus... there's a goal ahead of me. The Captain will return very soon, and now I know that I will be ready to guide her.
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R. J. Frogvarian
An Extraordinary Mind, Correspondent, and author of mysterious, if a bit scandalous, qualities.
Open to interactions, roleplay, chess, and the occasional scanadlosity.
Rebeka Frogvarian
Gone NORTH.
Publisher of The Goosey Gazette, the best stop for all things arty and Neathy!
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