#pirate elf

[ctstudios]

Dnd character for a friend: Nirene

[doddsmountain]

Watching GMM and playing with medibang pro. Have a pirate elf.

[pumpkincalico]

“Listen, were not just doing this for the money... we’re doing this for a SHITLOAD of money.”

[sailundertheblack]

"Pirate Valeera"

Artwork by Glenn Rane

[smokeyloki]

There were a few things you needed to know about Alabaster.  Four things, exactly.

Firstly, he was a pirate, through and through.  Secondly, he was a elf.  His sharper features and pointed ears testified to this.  None of this “half-elf” business was to be spoken around him.  Half-elves never got a good rep, and he wanted no part in it.  Thirdly, and tied to Number Two, was that his name was Alabaster.  Not “Albert” or some mundane, grossly human name that he might’ve received at the orphanage he had run from.  Out here on the sea, he was Alabaster.  And fourthly, he had no need of friends.  He had comrades among his crew, a family on this ship.  He had no acquaintances, no pen pals, no connections beyond the safe haven of this ship. 

Not that anyone believed Fact Number Four.  Not with the way he paced the narrow deck of the schooner, ears flat against the sides of his head, hands wrapped behind his back. 

A few lazy members watched on as Alabaster wove between the two masts, pausing every now and again to look back on the horizon, to the fuzzy blob of inland that was vanishing into the blue expanse.  Even just seeing it made his blood boil.  Those..inhuman scum...!

“Albert,” the captain called, opening a cabin door.  Alabaster spun on his heel, ears swiveling to the sound of his captain’s barking voice.  He paced across the deck, coming to a halt with a curt nod and a disgusted frown on his face.

“I’ve told you not to call me that-” he grumbled.

“Does it look like I care?” The captain jabbed a thumb to the shadowed hallway beyond the little door. “You can go and see ‘im now, if you’d like.”

Alabaster peeked around the captain, and with another nod, he ducked into the hall.  The wooden floorboards creaked and rocked beneath his feet, but he neither noticed nor cared.  The continuous roll was as familiar to him as the air he breathed.  Brine and salt sat heavily in the little hallway, mingling with the faint tendrils of cooking meat and gravy from the galley.  It was a well-worn path to the captain’s quarters, and Alabaster knocked once before letting himself in. 

“Good morning, Fishy,” he mumbled as a greeting.  He reached for a lamp, turning up the wick, throwing his shadow along the wall in a discordant dance.  Then he turned to face their guest, taking him in with a long stare.  Perhaps it was rude, but it wasn’t every day one saw a merman without his tail. 

His real name was Adrian, some merman that Alabaster had stuffed in a barrel, once, before he had won over the favor of the entire crew and Alabaster had been forced to release him (it definitely wasn’t because the half-elf had a soft spot for him).  But Adrian was a far cry from the snarky merman who had managed to befriend a band of pirates.  Alabaster had been forced to half-drag him off that bit of island, with Adrian hanging off his side, damp, shell-shocked...

...he was still shell-shocked, if his silent, still posture was anything to go on. 

“We’re on course for Sashafya,” Alabaster tried again.  He scooched the lamp across the table, as if this would help warm the young man.  His earrings glinted in the candlelight.  

Again, he was met with silence.  Adrian was dressed in dry clothing pulled from some corner of a crewman’s closet.  His feet - legs and feet were so odd to see on him, since Alabaster knew he was a merman - had been covered in a pair of Alabaster’s own boots.  But his hair was still damp.  His wrists sported chafed rings from the rope that had bound them.  And his expression was something distant and unreadable. 

“...Adri?  You in there?” 

Alabaster waved a hand in front of Adrian’s face.  No response.  Hardly so much as a blink. 

He stepped back, crossing his arms, then grabbed the glass of water sitting by the lamp. 

“Here, Fishy.  Some good ol’ water.  How about you-”

Adrian jerked, his hand and arm flying out and knocking the cup from Alabaster’s outstretched hand.  It tumbled to the floor, smashing the glass across the floor with a sound that made Adrian jerk again.  He gasped, pulling his head down and tugging at his wet hair, trying to make himself small in the desk chair. 

Alabaster stared at him a long moment.  An ear twitched.  

“...I’ll clean up this.  And get you more water, I guess.  Or maybe..” he paused to examine Adrian again. “...something stronger.”

Yeah..some whiskey might be more helpful in a situation like this, though it wasn’t like it mattered to Alabaster.  No!  He just didn’t want the captain to blame him for getting glass on his cabin floor!  

He didn’t have friends.

Fact Number Four, remember? 

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Adrian belongs to @supesofherown

Alabaster (Albert) belongs to myself

[fanatic1998new]

Thank you so much @potheidon for doing such an amazing job on my d&d characters! I’m absolutely in love with your wonderful work!😁

[moriquenda]

Day 7: I ditched the prompt list again! Soon I'll be playing a sea-elf in a new table-top game and I spend all day today planning her.

[sorusaber]