Seacrash Aurummaw
@leviathanLedger
$ettle your debt$ for a pri¢e. ¢all me anytime. ((Art by SpookyPoopet on Discord))
Found an old re¢ei₱t in my ¢oat ₱o¢ket tonight. Forty-t₩o ¢aegar$, t₩o bottle$, and a name I haven't heard in $ix $₩ee₱$. Funny thing about ₱a₱er. Troll$ rot. Ink doe$n't, if you kee₱ it dry. Any₩ay. I $u₱₱o$e I have an errand tomorro₩. #$ub$tan¢e
Bah... Quadrant$ are an invention of the Moon. I $till remember the $₩eet ₱romi$e$ offered.
⚇ Doesn't mean it ain't pretty ⚇ The moons are beautiful after all :8) ⚇
Bah, everything was made up by s-o-o-me-o-o-ne! The meaning is what we make it. 8)
It da₩n$ on me that ₩hile you might be right, I al$o do not attribute mu¢h value to the ¢on¢e₱t. Anything given by the Moon mu$t be taken ₩ith a grain of $alt.
I turned my$elf in on REEF¢O ¢harge$ after de¢iding they had $₱ent enough time ₱retending they ₩ould eventually ¢ome ¢olle¢t me. I ₱ut on a good ¢oat, fini$hed breakfa$t, ₩alked into their offi¢e$, and informed the ¢lerk that I ₩a$ there to be arre$ted. They ₱ro¢e$$ed me ₱ro₱erly, read the ¢harge$ aloud, took my ₱hotogra₱h, and ₱la¢ed my belonging$ into a little bag. I ₩a$ extremely ¢oo₱erative. To be frank, it ₩a$ a bit romanti¢ized in $ome yarn$ $₱un after. No, I did not have 'tea' ₩ith Hi$ Honorable Tyranny, nor did I fa¢e a dozen Legi$la¢erator$ in Gladiatorial Ju$ti¢e. No, for a₱₱roximately $ix hour$, the Alternian Em₱ire $u¢¢e$$fully in¢ar¢erated $ea¢ra$h Aurumma₩. Then the Fu¢h$ian ¢ourt intervened, and the ¢a$e ₩a$ ami¢ably dro₱₱ed under dire¢t order from the Em₱re$$ her$elf. My ¢oun$el never even got the o₱₱ortunity to argue juri$di¢tion, eviden¢e, or ₩hether $everal alleged a¢t$ of ¢oer¢ion ₩ere $im₱ly ¢ontra¢t$ ₩ho$e benefi¢iarie$ had develo₱ed regret. I ₩a$ returned my ¢oat, my ₩allet, my ¢ufflink$, three unidentified key$, and the re¢ei₱t for everything they had tem₱orarily believed belonged to them. One of the offi¢er$ a₱ologized for the in¢onvenien¢e. But it ₩a$ no in¢onvenien¢e at all. The REEF¢O Inve$tigator$ had follo₩ed ₱ro¢edure, I had follo₩ed ₱ro¢edure, and the ¢ourt had follo₩ed ₱ro¢edure. The Em₱re$$ follo₩ed ₱ro¢edure. That'$ ₩hat'$ lovely about in$titution$. ₩hen you under$tand ₩ho i$ ₱ermi$$ive ₩ithin them, they are remarkably $im₱le. REEF¢O never brought tho$e ¢harge$ again. I $ent them a bottle after₩ard, and they ke₱t it, $o I a$$ume ₩e $ettled. #$ub$tan¢e
TCH. YOU THINK YOU ARE UNTOUCHABLE. MAYBE SO. BUT THERE ARE OTHER THINGS TO TOUCH. AND TAKE. AND BREAK. #SUGGESTIVE.
$ome advi¢e. There i$ a moment ₩hen you're at $ea ₩hen you realize ₩hatever you're going to₩ard$ i$ too large to avoid. Thi$ i$n't be¢au$e you failed to $ee it, or mi$judged the differen¢e. You $im₱ly rea¢hed the ₱oint ₩here turning a$ide ₩ould tear the $hi₱ a₱art fa$ter than the ¢olli$ion. $o you kee₱ the engine$ running. You $e¢ure ₩hat ¢an be $e¢ured. You tell the ¢re₩ nothing they do not need to kno₩. You ₩at¢h the dark $ha₱e gro₩ larger through the gla$$ and ¢ontinue for₩ard be¢au$e, at that ₱oint, for₩ard i$ the only dire¢tion that $till belong$ to you. I have the un₱lea$ant $u$₱i¢ion I am a₱₱roa¢hing one of tho$e moment$. ₩e ₩ill $ee ₩hat remain$ afloat.
I did not ex₱e¢t to find my$elf burning the daylight oil. Yet, here I am.
A brief reminder regarding ho$₱itality. If a troll i$ eating at my table, ₩orking beneath my roof, drinking on my tab, or other₩i$e enjoying the benefit of my good gra¢e$, I ex₱e¢t them returned in roughly the $ame ¢ondition I left them. Thi$ i$n't $entimentality. Damaged ₱ro₱erty require$ an a₱₱rai$al. ¢om₱en$ation, you under$tand.
Totally unrelated to whatever era-typical nonsense you're runnin' up on centerfeed, can I just say that I'm seriously fucking with the hilarious twist that is your badge display? I can appreciate that even the most brash and shameless fiends can proudly display that they're fuckin' with bear sentimentality, it's like watching an unabashed capitalist slow down in his efforts to mow down a forest chock full of endangered animals and go "hey, this rose smells pretty good, and I'm lowkey kinda jacked, fat, and ready to play, rawr", before continuing his crusade against all of God's littlest critters.
A man may a₱₱re¢iate a $turdy build, an endangered $₱e¢ie$, and the ₱rofitable develo₱ment of it$ habitat ₩ithout $uffering any ¢ontradi¢tion ₩hat$oever. I ¢ontain multitude$, Dirk. $ome of them have ex¢ellent ta$te in ₱re$entation.
You'll huff and you'll puff, and you'll blow that fuckin' wild hog's house down with little care paid to the ecopolitical implications of it all, but a stiff wind ain't gonna knock your ass over. It wasn't a critique of capitalism, I for one delight in the widescale modernization of jungle habitats for the pleasure of one (1) me. Just an observation. And trust, bro, when I say I am gettin' a regular goddamn eyeful.
YOU ARE SEACRASH AURUMMAW. A collector of many names. Some your own, some were given to you by trolls who wanted something. Few were given by those who owed something. Fewer still belonged to those who understood the difference between those two facts. These nights, you answer to SEACRASH AURUMMAW, violetblood, proprietor, creditor, investor, occasional benefactor, and the exceedingly patient troll behind @leviathanLedger. Your public philosophy is admirably concise: settle your debts for a price; call anytime. Naturally, the word price has always been more flexible than your clientele would prefer. You are old. Not respect-your-elders old. Not I remember the previous Empress old. You remember systems people now mistake for natural law being invented in front of you. You watched barter become commerce, commerce become capital, capital become empire, and at some point realized that landdwellers had developed an extraordinarily elaborate method of making predation look polite. You approved, at least for a while. There are trolls who collect weapons. Trolls who collect titles. Trolls who collect little trophies and stories about themselves. Your fascination, what you collect, is Obligation. Money is useful, certainly. It opens doors, closes mouths, relocates inconveniences, and convinces otherwise sensible people to do remarkable things. But money is only the most boring form of debt. A favor can appreciate. A secret can compound. Gratitude, properly tended, can outlive generations. You own and operate JAKPOT, though “casino proprietor” describes you about as completely as “fish” describes something circling beneath a shipwreck. The previous arrangement had another name attached to it once. Jakpot Linkin. A second anchor on a vessel that eventually discovered it only needed one. A cerulean blood whose ancestor was indebted to you. Jakpot is indebted to you. Even still, Jakpot's descendants will likely be indebted to you. Your employees are always paid. Your debts are always remembered. Your hospitality is unmatched. Once, long ago, you played a game considerably larger than any table you have owned since. You were a BARD OF HEART, which sounds almost charming until you learn what exactly you were musing over. Identity. Selfhood. The little private conviction that a person belongs entirely to themselves. Some say the very soul. You learned early that people become much easier to keep alive once you understand what they are for. You have learned this lesson too well. You have survived empires, catastrophes, gods, monsters, economic theories, and several people who were absolutely convinced they would be the exception. Most were not. Still, lately, the shore has become interesting again. Old debts have begun wandering back into view. New ones are accruing. A certain employee has become considerably harder to file beneath a single convenient heading. People keep mistaking your patience for inactivity. And somewhere beneath all of it, the tide is coming in. You are SEACRASH AURUMMAW. You have waited long enough. Pay up. ((Art ¢redit: SpookyPoopet on Di$¢ord)) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/cb10b15e131a.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/2c723c4f2264.png
Jak₱ot ₩a$ a $e¢ond an¢hor on a $hi₱ that only needed one. For a ₩hile, I tolerated the drag be¢au$e the harbor ₩a$ ₱rofitable and the ₩eather mild. Then the ¢hain began ¢at¢hing on thing$ beneath the $urfa¢e, fouling the rudder, $lo₩ing every ₱rofitable tide. $o I ₩aited for dee₱ ₩ater, ¢ut the ₩eight loo$e, and let the $ea de¢ide ho₩ long iron remember$ the name of the ve$$el that ¢arried it. By morning, the de¢k ₩a$ lighter, the ¢our$e ₩a$ ¢leaner, and the ¢re₩ had learned a valuable le$$on about ¢onfu$ing balla$t for o₩ner$hi₱. The ¢a$ino ha$ $ailed beautifully ever $in¢e. That ₩a$ a kindne$$ I offered to him. I ₩ouldn't dream of being $o kind to you.
@arou$edDelivery Get ready. I'm $ending a buggy for you.
WAH HUH? EH???? UHM!!! ☘︎KAY!!!!
A reminder to my valued ¢lientele that forgetting you o₩e me money doe$ not ¢on$titute debt forgivene$$. It merely ¢onvert$ the matter from a¢¢ounting into field ₩ork, and I di$like field ₩ork enough to ¢harge for the in¢onvenien¢e. ₱ay on time and ₩e ¢an ¢ontinue ₱retending our relation$hi₱ i$ $tri¢tly ₱rofe$$ional.
$trange. Very, very $trange.
I ₩a$ the hou$e. That i$ all. #OutGlutMa$querade
I do not intend to be $ubtle, I ₩a$ there to $ho₩ off. And, I ₩a$ there to $ho₩ off a ₱rized em₱loyee.
That ₩a$ a ¢lo$e one. I thought I'd never get to ¢olle¢t on that debt. Though, no₩ I'm intere$ted to kno₩ ₩ho exa¢tly ₩ould engage in my ¢lientele like that. Nothing to be done for no₩. Any intere$ted ₱artie$ ought to ¢onta¢t me for funding, or re$our¢e$, a$ needed.
₩here ₩ould you have me retreat too, ¢laire? A ¢lient of mine i$ $truggling, and I offer aid. You $hould take it.
ᐖ NUH U SLIMEY LIKEA ᐖA EEL ᐖAT EAT ᐖA PIZZA. AN U FAᑈE TOO ᑈLOSE TO ᐖA ᑈAMERA BAᑈK UP GAMPA ᐛ
The tide ha$ a funny ₩ay of making every old ₩re¢k look almo$t gentle from a di$tan¢e. Give it enough moonlight, enough $ilen¢e, enough time, and even ruin i$ almo$t ₩orth kee₱ing. I do ₩onder, no₩ and again, ho₩ many thing$ I have dragged belo₩ $im₱ly be¢au$e I ¢ould not bear to ₩at¢h them float a₩ay. Not regret, of ¢our$e. Only the little a¢he of a hand ¢lo$ing around ₩ater.
Well, you never needed anyones permission to do anything. I'm just curious by nature!
¢urio$ity i$ nature, ye$. $o i$ hunger. $o i$ ₱utting one’$ $oft little foot exa¢tly ₩here the $and look$ $moothe$t and then a¢ting $ur₱ri$ed ₩hen $omething underneath ¢lo$e$ around it. I do not mind que$tion$, ¢a$₱er. You ju$t ha₱₱en to a$k the mo$t.
But they're mostly harmless, right? More like testing the temperature before diving in.
Ju$t be¢au$e you ¢an't feel the ₱ull of the tide doe$n't mean the ₩orld i$n't being eroded.
just because the tide sloughs away sediment doesnt mean the earth isnt rising
₩hat a ¢onfident little $hard you are. Don't ₩orry. Your rough edge$ ₩ill be $orted out $oon.
thats a very entertaining threat :D id say between the two of us im way more likely to be doing any scouring
A $mall guide for #Fi$hingFriday. Baiting a hook i$ very $im₱le, ₱rovided you under$tand a₱₱etite. The amateur thing$ the bait matter$ mo$t. ₩orm, meat, glittering little lure, $omething $₩eet. They fu$$ over the offering. A lot of them forget about the hook. The bait i$ the invitation. The hook get$ you your ¢at¢h. You don't bait a hook by a$king ₩hat you ₩ould ₩ant. You have to ¢on$ider ₩hat the hungry ¢annot re$i$t. ₩hat $¢ent thro₩$ ¢aution a₩ay. ₩hat $mall, ₩riggling ₱romi$e ¢onvin¢e$ the fi$h it ain't a tra₱. It'$ the $ame ₩ith rat$, you kno₩. You do not ₱la¢e the $nare ₩here you ₩i$h the rat ₩ould go. You ₱la¢e it ₩here the rat already goe$ ₩hen it think$ no one i$ ₩at¢hing. Along the ₩all. Behind the barrel. Near the little ¢rumb$ it ha$ $tolen from you. Then you ₩ait. Don't $hout. Don't ¢ha$e. Don't lunge at it in the dark like a theatri¢al knife. Ju$t ₱atien¢e, ₱re$$ure, and a ₱erfe¢t under$tanding of ₩hat you're looking for. The be$t bait i$n't your foot. It'$ your ¢onfiden¢e. Let them think they found the mor$el$ naturally. You ¢an't ₩riggle the rod or look at the tra₱ too frequently. Thro₩$ them onto your $¢ent in$tead. #Fi$hingFriday #baitinghook$ #tra₱$etting #₱redatoryimagery #rat$ #hunting #vaguethreat
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They $ee a quiet $horeline and a$$ume the o¢ean ha$ gone $ome₩here. A$ if all that bla¢k ₩ater ₱a¢ked it$ teeth, it$ ₩re¢k$, it$ debt$, and it$ dro₩ned little $e¢ret$ into a $uit¢a$e and took leave of them. No. The tide ebb$. The tide flo₩$. It $till ¢hurn$ fleet$ to $₱linter$ and $hore$ to du$t.
It $eem$ the $ea$on ha$ turned again. One ¢an $¢ar¢ely ¢he¢k the evening’$ ¢hatter ₩ithout di$¢overing that $omeone ha$ been mi$₱la¢ed, relo¢ated, $₱irited a₩ay, tu¢ked into an in¢onvenient room, or other₩i$e removed from their u$ual little ₱at¢h of floor. A troubling ₱attern, don't you think? All of the$e young $oul$ going a₩ry into the ¢a₱tivity of the o₱₱o$ition. Naturally, I ₩ould like to make it very ¢lear that I had ab$olutely nothing to do ₩ith the late$t di$a₱₱earan¢e. Nothing ₩hat$oever. I have been, and al₩ay$ tend to be, a model ¢itizen. ₱ra¢ti¢ally de¢orated a$ ₩ell a$ de¢orative in thi$ matter. Of ¢our$e, I under$tand if you get ¢onfu$ed. ₩hen one $u¢h a$ my$elf ha$ a re₱utation for thi$ $ort of ₱roblem $olving, any mi$$ing ₱er$on begin$ to look a bit $u$₱i¢iou$. E$₱e¢ially ₩hen you've had ¢ommuni¢ado ₩ith the ₱arti¢ular vi¢tim. It'$ in¢orre¢t. Flattering, though. $o ₱lea$e, do not drag my good name into every vani$hing a¢t on thi$ ₩eb$ite. $ome of you are ₱erfe¢tly ¢a₱able of making enemie$ ₩ithout my a$$i$tan¢e. In the interim, I need to ₱lan another ₱oker Night, $oon.
A mi$taken thought, but an inno¢ent one, Nyrita. It i$ ju$t a$ $ur₱ri$ing to you a$ it ₩a$ to my$elf that I ₩a$ immediately ₱re$ented an inquiry of guilt regarding thi$ ₱arti¢ular in¢ident.
A lovely evening, a$ al₩ay$. The air above ha$ that ¢lean, dam₱ quality after rain. The $treet$ have ju$t been rin$ed, and no₩ they almo$t $eem bright. ₩indo₩$ glo₩ from the light$ ₩ithin your little hive$. Refle¢tion$ gather in the gutter$ like loo$e ¢oin$ ju$t ₩aiting to be ¢olle¢ted. It ha$ al₩ay$ intere$ted me to $ee ₩here troll$ end u₱ ₩hen they believe the night belong$ to them. The door$ they favor. The ¢orner$ they ¢ut. The route$ they take t₩i¢e, maybe even three time$, until habit be¢ome$ a little ma₱ they have dra₩n for any ₱atient onlooker$. No judgment, of ¢our$e. Everyone ha$ ₱attern$. Even if it i$ going to that $ame ¢afé, turning out of that little alley, or ₱au$ing beneath the broken $treetlight ₩ith that little glan¢e over the $houlder. ¢harming, really. ₩a$ it a ¢oin¢iden¢e? Maybe you heard an e¢ho. Maybe you felt $ome ganderbulb$. Not to ₩orry. Mo$t thing$ in the dark are only hungry in the general $en$e of the ₱hra$e. The dangerou$ one$, ho₩ever, do tend to get more $₱e¢ifi¢. And if thi$ feel$ addre$$ed to you, I ₩ould en¢ourage you not to run. You ₩ill make a me$$. #$talking #im₱liedhunting #₱aranoia #₱redatoryimagery #vaguethreat #im₱liedviolen¢e #violen¢e
//I was happy to see another post about the beauty of the rain, only for it to be sullied by your sadism.//
$adi$m ₩ould im₱ly I am getting $ome $ort of gratifi¢ation out of bringing harm to another. ₩ell, ₩hile I ₩on't outright deny that there'$ al₩ay$ a bit of a $en$e of ₱ride in doing thi$ kind of ₩ork, at the $ame time it $hould *never* have to ¢ome to thi$. I don't enjoy having to ¢olle¢t. $ome of you ju$t never learn, $nede$.
//I wouldn't be so quick to group me in with your other victims. You're no different than the other predators out there, and I have survived all the ones that have tried to hunt me so far.//
To the evening’$ ₩inner$, my $in¢ere ¢ongratulation$. $₱end ¢arefully. Money made from another troll’$ ₱ride ha$ a habit of returning to the table.
READING ONTO THE RECORD! i'm going to once again bet that they start posting actual erotica *next* time. it has to happen eventually.
It's returning to my nutrition block table tonight~. Much obliged~.