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Kairen quickly walked the halls between the entrance to the large enginer room and the captain's quarters, unable to surpress his anxiety even though he showed no outward sign. The timbers contructing the corridors seemed to urge him on, else he be to late to provide any assistance to the downed pilot. The situation was very fluid, Captain Zach was the only one aboard the Isabella whom he could not predict..the Captain was just wired that way. As the mediator saw it, initially one of two things would happen, the pilot would be massacred and anyone in the vicinity in the area was in danger, or Zach would realize the use of such a well-known racer.

Yes, the downed pilot was one of the most well known racers in the area, having won large sums of money with his flying skill. Such a pilot could be a valueble asset to the crew of the Isabella, especially when the competition picked up. Understanding the unsettled balance of the situation, he pressed onward, already preparing himself for some form of magic, whatever it may be.

As he entered the disheveled captain's room, he realized that he had arrived just in time, as Ezra rushed back into the chamber...putting herself at risk. The captain stood glaring, asking who had done this...as if it needed an explanation. Kairen read this as, perhaps, the man was trying to convince himself down to a managable level of rage. As he began speaking to the captain, he laced his speach with a tone of magic, pleading via rational thoughts, pressing his points more forcefully then many normal people could.

"Captain Zach, sir, before you act in haste, let me tell you that this pilot here," gesturing to the newly conscious beastian holding the rod," Is none other than Zeig T. Gurion, one of the most decorated race pilots in the region, sir. Imagine how much of an asset his skill could be to us! Not only that...my captain, he is an Ace! His combat skills are formidable...likely superior to Hyde. Now, now, I know that you are thinking that if he is so skilled how did he crash, but, he was out of fuel." The mediator was betting, with only inferences, on the fact that Zeig, although insane, did possess the mental ability to NOt crash into a air ship for no reason. Please tell me that I am right this time...

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Scurrying off as fast as his legs could carry him, Damien dashed into the smoky engine room. The thick smog heavily obscured his vision. We need to get some ventilation in here. Before he had a chance to close the door, Kairen called out to him, warning him of the dangers of submitting his damage report in haste. Damien rolled his eyes, and snarled right back. "I'm not an idiot, hippie. Now let me work." He always held a certain wariness for mediators, with their weird peacemaking tricks and whatnot.

The interior of the room was proving far too polluted to work in. Coughing out what might have been a vital organ, Damien summoned up all his courage, and slowly walked back to where Kel was when he so unceremoniously ran off. There was only one problem, that being she wasn't there. "...shiiiiit." Hmm. Where am I going to find something to cover my mouth and nose with? As it so happened, he spotted Ethan at the other side of the deck. Inspiration struck, and he jogged over, calling out. "Hey, medic! Medic! You got a mask or whatever I could borrow?"

A five year old made her way across an aged park. The swings squeaked whenever the wind blew and the slide was no longer bright silver, but dull with patches of rust speckled sporadically across it. The merry-go-round that once was painted a vibrant red, yellow, blue, green, and orange was faded and had chips the size of quarters. The benches were faded and cracked, with the look that if they were sat upon, they would surely crumble. It had been three years since she had last visited the park and a flood of memories crashed into her mind. Heading over to the swings, Aithne paused as an old car came clunking up to the parking lot beside the park. Curious, she jogged towards the vehicle only to pause when a very familiar form stumbled out.

“Grandpa…?”

Screaming as the disheveled man dropped to the ground nearby a red bench, Aithne rushed over to him, dropping down to her knees. Grabbing a hold of his hand, she begged for him to get up. Still very much a child, she couldn’t understand why he was struggling to breath and talk. Even as he promised that he would always be with her, the kiddo continued to sob and tried to help him to stand. Holding onto his right hand tightly, the orphan watched helplessly as he whispered how proud of her he was. Her baby blue eyes welled with tears, the liquid streaming down her cheeks. There was not a soul near the park and the wind seemed to be caressing her face, attempting to comfort her. Even after he passed on, she continued to hold onto him. First her parents and now her grandfather; things weren’t fair.

Snapping awake, Aithne sat up quicker than she meant to. Glancing around, the hijacked child wondered where the park went and more importantly where the body of her grandfather was. Realizing that it was just a dream… a memory, she rubbed her eyes with a soft grunt. Seconds later, the past events came back to her and with a squeak, she grabbed the cowboy hat that was lying beside her before peering around cautiously in hopes that no one was around. Once satisfied that whoever had been tracking her was sidetracked by the large crashing ship, Blade wondered if the people aboard were alright.

Oh god! The people on board were probably pirates, which meant they might come pillage her and then kill her! As if she didn’t have enough to worry about with her current situation, there were pirates in the mix. Her day was definitely beginning to suck more than it had been previously. About to slide to her feet, she first made sure that nothing was broken. Unfortunately when she hit the tree, her fragile body wasn’t able to handle the impact and it felt like a few of her ribs on the left side as well as her left arm from the shoulder down to her wrist was completely broken. Wincing in pain, she was about to check the rest of her frame when the normally observant kiddo realized it was snowing. Had she been in another place at another time, Aithne would have started running around in the white powder, having a great time. This was neither the time nor place and crunching leaves indicated that someone was coming close to her position.

Get up Aithne… get up!

Throwing the leaves and smaller branches off her lower half, she used her good arm to make sure nothing was broken. Of course, there was good news and bad news and per usual, the bad outweighed the good by along shot. Nothing was broken, but she was currently trapped under a piece of the tree that fell when the ship hit. At least it was just her legs and the pressure wasn’t enough to crush them, but that didn’t help out her current situation. Then again, the man coming near her appeared to be drunk and perhaps injured so maybe he wouldn’t even see her. Whoever it was had black hair and a dragon symbol upon his arm. Trying to strain to see it, Blade wondered if it matched the larger one on her back. Realizing that moving might give away her position, she opted to sit still and carefully moved some of the smaller limbs with leaves in front of her in hopes of remaining hidden.

The storm was picking up. The snow formulated in the air just as nature's intent and became large balls of hail and plummeted to the island, and it seemed that the ship was taking the blunt of the storm. Nicodemus, or what was left of his mind, shot up in the air in a frozen spiral and engulfed him in midair and burst out and exploded firing thousands of shards in all directions and tore up the remanding sails. Nic landed on the ground a fluster of mist surrounded his body. He was kneeling on the ground. The ice around him melted instantly, he slowly. His leg became a frozen a splint. Every step he took ice crystals popped into the ground and melted within the grass. He was walking towards the crashed wreckage. He was now at the foot of the ship, a dirt mountain. He looked up the sky was completely gray. He extended his hands and fingers pointing them at the ground. His hands gave a twitch and he slowly started to rise. He was only look at the gaping hole of the pilot. He rose to the level and slowly walked into the ship. The surrounding hallway became a cavern of ice. The floor reflected images of other ice platforms. He passed the plane, more people were in the room. One was standing next to the pilot the other on the side of the room. He looked angry, thus the biggest threat. Fury is the greatest tool used in battle. He extended his paw to the captain. It was blue and white. He pointed at his feet at shot at them freezing him in place. The ice grew all around his feet to the surrounding floor. He looked at the two. The pilot was carrying the Rod of Diax, Nicodemus' eyes widened and the purest white struck at him like a thousand daggers. He was worse than the captain. Nicodemus twitched his arm furiously and an ice blade shot out of his skin covering his entire arm. He started to charge at the pilot.

After hearing what the Gaian said the pilot replied, "Well if it helps I'll join your airship. It's the least I can do after I made a crash landing. I am terribly sorry for the damage." he then walked over to his plane it was a mess but at least the cockpit was unharmed aside from the hatch. "Well I guess I need to make major repairs. Would take a week to fix it but we don't have the customized parts. Your airship however is he biggest problem. The engine is blown and there is that huge hole that I caused." He inspected the hole looking at the height and the width. He then had his paw on his side with the rod and shotgun. The other on the face, having a finger poking the cheek. "Well the hole isn't big enough to cause a problem, the plane however will need to be removed to the middle of the ship to insure the balance is ok. Otherwise it would throw the course off." With this being said the mage from before appeared at the end of the hole instantly freezing everything around him. "Well that doesn't look good. I'll take care of him for ya." Zieg slowly approached the man keeping a distance. The two stood there, if it was possible to look from the side it would appear be a stand off. The mage soon charged at the small orange tiger. Zieg stepped back a bit and held his ground. A blade was conjured in the blink of an eye. Zeig was shocked seeing has he has never dealt with magic, but it was a blade so it wasn't too bad. The mage trusted his ice cold blade at him, in return Zieg barely blocked the thrust by whacking it aside with his massive shotgun. His other arm was nicked by the blade. The wound instantly froze over a bit causing him pain as shards of ice inside were cutting him from moving. He yelped at the pain it brought him and soon batted the mage twice with the rod in retaliation. The mage soon fell to the floor the ice slow started to melt same with his frostbite wound that hurt intensely. Zeig began to pant as the deltoid muscle was torn a lot from the ice shard inside. It was not a pretty sight for Zeig has he did not the sight of blood. "Is there a medic around here oh someone please close the would at least! It hurts it hu-hu-hurts!" cried Zeig as the pain felt like he was shot in the shoulder.

Those heated pools rolled behind lids as a wet tongue came to freshen dry lips. He could feel the very fibers of the soot that clung to his flesh as it were rolled over by the tongue. After the eye roll, they came down to look at his own mess. The left hand was doing a poor job on the outside of his dark-brown, sleeveless shirt. To situate himself more comfortably to fit the means, the palm untucked the left side of the shirt only and up it went. Rakemunds flesh was rather hot and moist due to the fabrics that adorned his body; however, he couldn't help but wonder if some of the moisture was more-so his blood before the cloth began to attach. This was also another thing Rakemund had to overcome.

"Mmmmmm!!" Rakemund bit down at the first attempt to slowly remove the fabric from his wound.

He hoped all of it was removed, fastening an open palm over it. Still, that sooty haze held strong, still affecting sight coupled with whatever particle(s) may have gotten in his eyes to cause them to water. Still, he had to find the lady. Especially before the bandits arrived. Rakemund had noticed a moments movement from the general direction he was going, only assuming this was the captive trying to take advantage of their surroundings because all soon became still. What Rakemund wouldn't give for better sight right about now.

For, beneath his steps and out of sight stood a jutted root that looped over a small rock. Rakemunds' right foot clipped the root and went stumbling 4 steps where it would be from mothers generocity that a tree would slam into his bad side. The sudden surge of pain lead him to swear abrasively.

"I'll be damned if I ever help anyone again." He spouted sourly, finally just steps away from where the captive remained restless.

At this point, Rakemund was well past the point of being kind and was rather demanding. If she didn't want to come, then that's fine, it wouldn't bother him. And he certainly didn't want to be alone in this forest, where, the climate drastically changed and flakes of powder began to sprinkle the ground. There were worse things to come if they didn't move. So, he loomed over the unstealthy rogue and spoke.

"Either you can get up and put a hustle in your bustle or stay here beneath that rubble. Frankly, at this point, due to some other persons stupidity, I don't care which you choose. However, let me be so kind as to let you know that there are a mass of crusading bandits about to scavenger this area hard." Bubbling blue pools poured over her, giving an indication that he was in no manner to play.

The right arm already fast at work removing the tree limb and any other sort of debris that had fallen unto the female. With every heave-and-ho he winced, wanting a bloody mage or medic to work their miracles on him. When the job was done, he wasted no time in turning heels and walking back from which he came. He had only taken a few steps before he could hear the rustlings of a follower, so it appeared that she would be joining him today. Their destination for various reasons - the damned ship(s) that had burried them both beneath it's wake.

For the most part Ezra had stayed quiet not wanting to get involved with the scene all that much or get the captain upset with her. All of that changed though when the weather started picking up affecting the ship more and more. The weather wasn’t natural simply because it wasn’t affecting the Island as a whole. Then she heard the ship creak and then moan. The woman grabbed a hold of a wall to keep her balance as she saw Nicodemus enter the room. The student mage narrowed her eyes at the man seeing the look in his face. His arcane ability was more than decent, but from looking at him the girl could see he lacked control of them. Lack of control was dangerous for a mage, and even more for those around him. Gripping her staff Ezra took a step forward after he made the attack on the captain and was about to attack the other pilot. Mentally Ezra flipped through her known spells skimming for the most effective one and about to cast when all of a sudden the fight was over.

The girl looked from the fallen mage to the pilot clearly upset with the fact that the whole thing had happened. Thankfully the ice was going away on its own. Deciding to be brave she called out, “Ethan! If your not busy we need you!” Turning to face the two who had been in the battle Ezra went to check on Nicodemus to make sure he was still alive and what not. If he was she would be giving him a scolding later about getting control over his powers. Though she figured the captain would be giving her a better one. She felt the man’s pulse, “He’s alive…” The mage sighed, “Just passed out…and wounded….” Ezra knew why he was passed out, but she wasn’t sure anyone would be listening to her. Instead the mage looked back at the Captain waiting for his reaction. If he wanted her to explain more she would. Oh shit! “….Sir…” Just in case he was listening... Ezra didn't want to get yelled at for disrespect.

Kairen stared at the creature....barely recognizing him as the mage who fell off the ship. The mediator immediately felt terrible for leaving the man, assuming him to have died in the rapids beneath the air ship. Given the circumstances, he could not a thing, the magic was way above his own meager reservoirs, and besides, the feral appearence of the ice -covered figure showed that mediation was long past its effective point. He stood back...on the opposite side of the room, taking note of the two combatents.

The only difference int he ice mage was the lack of the rod...which meant that the rod was something much, much more important than a mere weapon. The mediator thought this over many times before arriving at a conclusion. A foci? This youngster actually contained enough power to require the assistance of a foci? It was almost unbelieveable... I'll have to keep an eye out for that one. Kairen was pleased with the pilot's handling of the situation, of course, the rod seemed to affect this individual as well. Due to Zeig referring to himself as "we" it was quite noticeable that the legend was, in fact, insane, bi-polar, or mentally unstable...perhaps all of the three. The rod, being a foci, most likely decreased the influence of distractions on the wielder...thus curing the mental ailment while he held the artifact.

As the staff connected with the beastien, the ice melted, leaving the pilot screaming in agony. Reasoning this through, the mediator arrived at the conclusion that the ice formed some kind of frost bite related condition. That must not be pleasent. Quickly, the man skirted his way around the unconcscious humanoid, attempting to provide some form of comfort to the ailing person. Damn, where was Ethan when you needed some of his Ethan_ol..as mind altering as the drug was it was effective.

"Zieg, listen to my voice," The mediator's voice took on a magical quality and tone after speaking those words, intimidating a mother's lullaby, attempting to calm and soothe the mind of the pained figure. His spell spewed forth from his mouth, soft but with a strength. The acoustics of the room amplfying the tiny sound. Kairen couldn't remember the last time he has invoked the Spell Song...years. Kairen held the image of a child being shielded by his parents in his mind, the aspects of what he was trying to convey.

Unfortunately, just as Damien had reached Ethan, Ezra called out for the medic from the Captain's room. "I might as well follow you, I might need the witch's help with the engine." Plodding down into the half-demolished chamber, he found nothing short of a complete mess. One wounded pilot, one crashed plane, a buttload of irreparable furniture, one singing mediator, one unconscious mage, another mage standing around like a bloody idiot, lots of melting ice, Cecilia, Kel (whose eyes he tried to avoid), and one very very ticked off Captain. Damien's short term goal: quickly get Ezra and get the heck out of there before the big man goes batshit crazy. He cleared his throat.

"Sorry to interrupt, Boss! I need to borrow the witch here for a few bits. And don't worry about the engine, I'll have that back up in no time!" Acting quickly, the man in overalls moved behind Ezra, gently but firmly took hold of her shoulders, and, like some demented two man conga line, started marching her out of the room. "Off we go, then! Hut-two-three-four hut-two-three-four..." Once they made it outside, Damien resumed his normal demeanor. "Sorry about that, but I need your help with the engine room. One, to get rid of that blasted soot, and two, to help recharge the ARC drives, I can't do that myself. Let's go!"

Level up!
Level 2
End: 8
Str: 11 + 4 = 15
Arc: 12
Agi: 8
Int: 23 + 2 = 25

Cairne drew up the wolf hood of his fur cloak over his head. The ears had been left on the hood and it definitely had a nifty effect, at least to Cairne. The snow that had been falling sporadically over the day had worsened quite a bit into fat flakes that drifted lazily to the ground, slowly covering up the ground where the flakes had before been melting on impact. Cairne suddenly realized what he had to do - take the moral high ground. Turning on the ship's sentinel crystal to prevent people from boarding the ship, he set out towards the forest.

Luckily Cairne had grown up around Hallingraad and knew the area well, including the surrounding forests. It wasn't surprising a pirate such as himself would take a place like this to live, but Hallingraad was a large island with few people, and less people less meant enemies. Fixing the thick laces on his leather boots, Cairne entered the forest, taking note of the smoke billowing slightly north of where he entered.

Julias watched from the sidelines. He’d considered stepping in, but there was really no point. Though Nicodemus had displayed a reserve of magic far greater than any of them had expected he had almost no control over it. He’d managed to immobilize the captain, if only for a few seconds, and then had charged the tiger. Both were exceedingly foolish. Now he was unconscious and they had yet another dilemma. So far Julias had remained almost completely ignored, not that anyone really noticed him until they were under attack. Then it was up to Julias and the other pilots to save everyone’s skins from some enemy or another. It paid well for how often he worked and he couldn’t get enough of the skies so he never complained.

He’d heard a snatch of a comment about the “Flying Tiger” being a better pilot than he was. Chances were, they were right, unless magic was involved. He’d never heard of him being able to use any magic, and just the same the only person on board that could match him was the captain, but hopefully no one knew he could use magic in the first place. He’d never used it in front of any of the other crewman and had been careful when he used it while flying.

It looked like Kairen was pouring honey down Zeig’s ear with the magically enhanced voice of his to try to get him out of whatever messed up state he was in. The most interesting thing for the next few minutes would undoubtedly be the captain. An exploded engine, crashed ship, and now what could only be described as mutiny, or a massive mental breakdown. No matter what he considered it things were about to get interesting, though it would be nice if the captain let Zeig join up. So far Julias had been one of the best, if not the best, pilot on board, and he’d gotten pretty bored with no one to compete with.

"Yell if you find Nico, I have quite a bit of work ahead of me..." Ethan continued to survey the area, chances are he'd be pulling splinters out of flesh, and sewing up cuts. Damien had run up to him, begging for a mask. "Um..." He dug around through his bag, pulling out a white face mask to cover his nose and mouth. "This should do it.. You should keep that, you need to wear it more, doctor's orders!" He yelled at the last part of his speech.

It wasn't long before before Ethan heard Ezra yelling to him, it must of been Nico. "Coming!." He motioned to Damien to follow him, due to him already saying would. He dashed into the captain's room. "Thank you Ezra... I'll take it from her-" He noticed Damien marching her out of the room. Great... leave me alone with three loonies and the sweet talker... He got to his work. Taking a hit from Kairen, Ethan used his spell on the beat up pilot, things were looking bad. After that mess, he walked over to Nico, checking the mage for injury, he did fall from the ship.

Zach was ignoring the Ethanols for the moment. Everything was moving, and without orders. This was a panic situation, and damn it, he knew what to do. And he was the captain. So, what did logic say here?

Listen to the mother fucking captain.

So, Zach finally got the vocal ability up to say something.

“Everyone, shut the HELL UP and STAND STILL for a minute!” Zach said, pressing the intercom button on the side of the Captain’s Quarters, which with a lot of luck still worked, and began to speak again.

“This is your Captain speaking! Medics, treat only the seriously wounded first and move your way down! Engineers, and Kel - Go work on the engine. Mages, at least one of you needs to go down to the engine room and make sure things go smoothly down there in the magic department; we’ve got some enchantments we don’t want to back fire. Other wise, you and all of the ones with decent combat capabilities make your self useful and be ON GUARD. We don’t know what part of the forests we just crashed into, let’s try to make sure we aren’t going to get attacked!” Zach hung up the receiver end, and looked at Julias.

“And you? Go make your self useful for once, and actually fly a damn plane. You know, what you’re supposed to do. That is, of course, if your piece of shit little thing you call a plane is still in one piece.” Zach said with the same intense rage apparent on his face. He walked over, grabbed the collar of the now complaining Zieg, and pulled him close to his face.

“I don’t care how sorry you are, you still wrecked my air ship. And you’re going to pay for that, you little bastard. But in the mean time? Make your self useful by shutting up and stop your bitching about a little pain.” Zach spat, shoving him back down.

He demanded respect from everyone, and anyone who would be caught disobeying him would be punished.

Angelo heard the call for “everyone else with decent combat capabilities”, and immediately went to go make him self useful. He ran to the side of the ship, grabbing the railing tightly with his arm. So far, everything was clear.

The Captain was less angry sounding than he thought he’d be, but uh.. He didn’t want to be in a ten foot radius of the man, just in case he got the urge to set someone on fire... or cut them in half. Or something just as bad.

Squeaking a little without really meaning to, Aithne could hear the man getting closer. Upon a second thought, she realized her little decoy was pretty shitty and probably wouldn’t fool a blind man. Frowning a little as she heard the man swearing in pain, the small one wondered if he was going to be okay. Of course, her own pain was massive, but adrenaline was pumping so quickly from everything that had been happening the last few days that she didn’t really feel much of anything except panic.

"I'll be damned if I ever help anyone again."

Helping her…? Is that really what he thought he was doing? Trying to recall the events previous to smashing into the tree, the foreigner realized that it was absolutely fuzzy. That definitely didn’t help things and neither did the snow. Dropping the small branches to the ground beside her, she peered up at the man, noting how pissed off he seemed. Of course, she didn’t blame him, but he didn’t have to be so grouchy. She was only a child for Pete’s sake and just because mentally she was a little bit older, it didn’t mean she was a grown up.

"Either you can get up and put a hustle in your bustle or stay here beneath that rubble. Frankly, at this point, due to some other persons stupidity, I don't care which you choose. However, let me be so kind as to let you know that there are a mass of crusading bandits about to scavenger this area hard."

Bandits?! Was he serious?! Did he mean the ship that crashed or were there bandits in ADDITTION to whoever happened to be on the airship? Scowling at that thought, the blonde quickly made her decision and even as he was helping get everything that was all over her, she was struggling to get off the ground. Holding her right hand against her left arm to keep it still, she winced in pain while sliding to her feet. The man was already walking away and it was with a quick few steps that she closed the distance between the two. Sure, she didn’t know if he was a bad man or good, but it had to be better than being murdered by bandits or worse.

“…So, what’s your name? I’m Aithne Blade. I umm… I don’t ‘member anything before waking up in the forest… why did you kidnap me and where are you taking me?”

Kira growled under her breath trying to rid herself from another flyer, who was more experienced then her. She wasn't that much of a flyer, she was a hell of a lot more experienced at making things work. However, if this pilot didn't get off her tail, she was as good as dead. She swerved around and under the other plane, however they managed to keep on track with her easy.

The next thing she new she heard firing, and then the sound of her alarms in her plane notifying her she was hit and the plane was going down. She pulled up on the steering wheel hoping she could somehow manage to make it, even if just barely. It was hopeless, no matter what she tried, the plane was still going down. "I never thought it would end like this...." She said praying to herself.

She made a jump out of the plane, and soon after activated her parachute. She watched as she saw her plane crash through a slew of trees ripping apart the area a bit. She landed safely on the ground and then made her way over to the plane dropping to her knees and crying out. "MY BEAUTIFUL PLANE!!!!"

She looked up cursing a bit as she saw the plane that had shot her down flew away. ".... I swear I'll get you back one day!"

Kairen understood the Captain's anger; however, he also dissapproved of him threatening the child. The tiger-like creature was just a kid! Even as great of flyer as he was, he was a youth and did not deserve such treatment. Zach had handled the situation well, his orders likely instilling a sense of purpose in the crew once more...serving to calm the panic. Of course....Kairen was angry with himself for letting it escalate this far.

Kairen decided that it would be best to stay with the pilot...the rest of the crew were used to Captain Zach's volatile nature when it came to his ship; however, this child would need all the help he could get! As Kairen was not a fighter, or an engineer, or a mage, he was exempt from the orders, able to do as he wished. And the choices as of now were to stay with the likely somewhat terrified pilot, or go around and have chats with the rest of the Isabella's crew...he chose the former.

There would be plenty of time to speak with his friends while the Isabella was under repairs. Of course, the mediator also knew that idleness breads unease, and unease brings conflict.

Cairne deftly made his way through the snowy woods to the crash site, wind blowing everything around. A white rabbit scurried away from Cairne's foot as he stepped over a log, though all Cairne saw was the puffy tail as the animal fled. He looked up ahead, hoping for at least a neutral greeting.

Another Gaian was standing watch, a man a few inches taller than Cairne. What was most peculiar was the arm, though. He had seen robotic arms few enough times to remember. This made three.

Cairne removed his wolf hood, showing his auburn hair and strange eys.

"Lo, stranger!" Cairne called, raising a hand in greeting. "I am Cairne Black, leader of the -once- famous Black Brigade."
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Lev-lev-lev-el up!

END: 5 ---- Now 6.
STR: 8 + 2 class Bonus = 10.
ARC: 11 --- Now 12.
AGI: 12 --- Now 14.
INT: 14 ---Now 16 + 10 race+class bonus = 26

Already they had walked a quarter of the length to the wrecked ship and during that time, Rakemunds' mind was able to cool off; a clearer picture being conveyed of what was and is to be. Sapphire pools bubbled no further and he felt rather guilty about how the conversation moments ago had gone down. Rakemund could have been a bit more softer given her age by mere looks. A precarious glance eyed her.

“…So, what’s your name? I’m Aithne Blade. I umm… I don’t ‘member anything before waking up in the forest… why did you kidnap me and where are you taking me?”

That glance shifted to the ground, pondering over whether or not our . . cowgirl needed to know either of the two questions in which she so boldly inquired. Then again, he had nothing to hide, especially given the size of her stature; what could she do? True, she was short and rather young, but there are stranger things developing throughout the world than a cowgirl who could possibly be the most dangerous thing to him.

"The name is Rakemund, I'm sure at some other place and time it might have been a pleasure to meet you, Aithne." A brow quirked retracing sight to her. "As for my kidnapping you - value. I intend on getting to the ship ahead and covering a few grounds that deal in our escape . . or death."

Rakemund left it at that. Finally! He found something of use rather than what was already on him. He bent down, wincing through the trouble of picking up yet another stick. However, unlike before, this one was rather short and curved outwards. It's sides were ovaled and as for that smooth surface? Well, if he wasn't careful, then he'd get a splinter. The weight was calculated and measured from steps to ship, also making note of the density around them on ground for if any bandits were to arrive early.

They were now more than half way there, or half, his measuring by distance wasn't all that great as of now.

"Tch. Give me this much information at least. How does a cowgirl like you end up here anyways?"

The wound hurt like none other to Zieg but he then heard something. It sounded like a lullaby making him feel relaxed, very relaxed that it made him ignore the pain till the medic actually came by. The song was 'Rock a bye baby' it used to be a song that his mother used to sing to him as a cub when he was about to get his milk before going to sleep. The song made Zieg delusional thinking that the person singing this song and holding him upright was actually his mother. The medic finally came by and patched up the wound the best he could. Zieg's head drew closer to Keiren resting on his chest. A purring sound came from Zieg at that moment in time and after that he bit at what he thought was his mothers breast but in reality was Keiren's nipple. He started to suck but something wasn't right. He let go, there was no milk and the breast didn't feel like a breast. Zieg came to his senses and he was next to a male Gaian. He was completely shocked and embarrassed at what he just did.
"I-I-I-I uhh...wow I a-" He was then cut off by the captain of the ship formally known as Zach speech. After Zach told everyone what to do he walked over to Zieg and picked him up by the collar, pulling him close.
“I don’t care how sorry you are, you still wrecked my air ship. And you’re going to pay for that, you little bastard. But in the mean time? Make your self useful by shutting up and stop your bitching about a little pain.” Zach spat. During all of that Zieg was kicking around regretting what he did until he was shoved back down. He sat there motionless not knowing what to do.
"Well uh is there anything else I could do and whose rod is this anyway?" he asked holding the rod.

Level up!
Level: 2
Endurance:5
Strength:5
Arcane:0
Agility: 22 + 6 = 28
Intellect: 30

Valencia muttered to herself as she quietly stalked through the trees. She had been having a nice nap in the branches of one of the trees, but that hadn't lasted long. No, not long at all. She recalled in vivid detail the jarring impact of her lithe 4' 9 frame colliding with the hard ground after being jolted out of her perch. The cause? A smoking airship crash landing in a field nearby. It was her rotten luck catching up with her, she was sure. She knew that broken mirror was going to get the best of her. "Why? Why does all the bad stuff happen to me?" she whined.

"At least there's a damaged ship nearby, probably piloted by sky pirates. I can lift a bit of extra cash off of 'em while panic and shock is still doing it's work." Valencia grinned at the thought of some gold. She slowed down as the thickening air told her she was close. The stench of smoke permeated the air, and the besterian covered her mouth to block it out. She grimaced and moved closer, peeking round a tree to get a good look at the wreckage. "Oh dear..."

Valencia stared in dismay at the large, still smoking airship, a trench of earth lying in it's wake. There was a gaping hole in it's side, and a smaller, almost completely demolished ship resting there. She looked at the large open area around the airship, wondering how on earth she could get close enough without being spotted. Her paranoia started to kick in, as it always did in such situations. She moved off, trying to find the place with the least open space to traverse.

Finally finding a good spot, she set off, moving to the edge of the trees. There was no choice but to run for it. She took off, moving in a zig zag pattern, her feet barely making a sound. Soon enough she was close enough to touch the ship. She moved in close to the ships wall, keeping in it's shadow and moving along the large ships exterior, looking for a good place to board. "Finally!" she muttered to herself as she found the perfect opportunity. Valencia slipped on board and set off stealthily down the corridor, wondering where the pirates might keep their loot.