Audiobook | Gritty Fantasy | UK British RP, Northern, characters
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British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General)Transcript
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one particularly vexing thorn in lieu cards. Side was an enormous, pitiless brute, the other sailors called golden. If anyone could drive the former constable to drink, it was him. Apart from the boatswain, Galvan was the tallest member of the crew, and he positively bristled with cords of tightly human muscle. From his inhumanly wide neck to his massive, veiny hands. There was a strange violet tinge to his eyes, which was set back in his skull beneath a pronounced brow with a high set knows that fled wide. Whenever the man took a breath, his ears were squat, lacking lobes and coming to a slight point towards their outermost edges. Blue card thought the man had nebel in blood coursing through his veins, which might explain, in part his physique, his strange accent and his horrible manners. Galvan had taken to causing trouble for Lou Card every time their paths crossed, and on that particular day, those troubles were occurring far more often than you card could long tolerate. The man's larks were mostly violent, and it seemed obvious to the former constable that Galvin's aim was to cause him pain and injury, as well as to reinforce the fact that he was unwelcome among the crew. The brassy skinned brute had his fill of entertainment at the former constables expense, so Lou Card decided that he would make the man's next prank his last. He had a mop slung over his neck and two large full buckets of water, one clean, one soapy hanging upon the ends of the mops handle. As he approached the short staircase that led up from the main deck to the after deck, Galvan stuck a gaffe under his feet just in front of the bottom step, causing Lou Card two trip and spill both buckets of water all over the deck and himself. One of the buckets landed and rolled in front of Galvan, who was laughing along with two other sailors standing near him. At the time, most of the crew only laughed to keep the thuggish Galvan focused on someone other than themselves, Alucard new, but their cowardice did nothing to allay his ire towards them. You dropped something, his deep, slushy voice further infuriating Lou card as he kicked the bucket toward the cards head. The former constable caught it by the handle, spun around on his feet and hurled the iron banded oak bucket into the great gardens Groyne with fierce speed and exquisite accuracy. The Giants knees hit the deck just in time for Alucard to shatter the mops handle underneath his massive jaw, toppling golden onto his back, the other sailors began to cheer for the former constable even as he flipped both halves of the broken mop handle in his hands. Blue card jab to the mops head into the beastly man's inner thigh while swinging the blunt end in a tremendous downward arc battering garden across the bridge of his nose, dark red blood sprayed down from his nostrils and spread across the soapy floorboards. The crowd of sailors shouted and laughed, hoping to encourage the freight car to continue. That's enough roared cupboard partier who took Lou card by the nape of his collar and tripped him onto his back. The boatswain stabbed one finger of his only hand down into the pit of Lou cards, stomach pinning him to the floor boards and snarling lay there until I figure out what the **** to do with you. Galvan was getting to his feet, blood pouring from his torn right nostril down into his mouth, where a few of his teeth were visibly broken from the impact of the mop handle, the boatswain stood between golden and Lou card and spat on the floor in front of the enormous man's giant boots. This is what you get for ******* around on the divine's forsaken deck Golden. I've had enough of your kind of trouble, Cobb, his golden, tried to say, holding his jaw in his hand and wincing in intense pain as a mola fell out of his mouth and onto the deck. Blue card picked up the tooth and tossed it toward him, saying to golden as he instinctually tried to catch it, You dropped something. The man began to charge toward him, but the old one armed boatswain smacked him across his tender jaw with the back of his hand, pointing in gardens face once more. I said, Enough! Get yourself to the sore bones. The crew boss squawked. Galvin's anger deflated, his eyes grew wide, and he ducked underneath the next slap that came his way. He began to run toward the infirmary. As the crew began to whoop and chide him, Cobb Porter was having none of their J. Perry, though stomping his boot on the floor just once to punctuate a wordless message to them all back to bloody work. Once everyone returned to their routines, the crew boss turned around and knelt in front of Lou Card, who was still sitting on the deck where the old man had deposited him moments earlier. Not bad, he said, keeping his voice down so that none of the other sailors nearby could hear the compliment. He then sneered and bellowed, Now get your Sorry ASAP and get some bloody work done. Your pike brain builds rat, or I'll string you to the keel and all you from stem to bloody stern.