Jimmy tottered along happily with his plate, occassionally snatching a glimpse at the woman beside him. She seemed nervous, though Jimmy knew that a lot of the time his new friends' nervousness came from being so close to his sharp Captain and her formiddable shapeshifter companion; the Captain had told him he should never tell anyone anything he thought the Captain wouldn't want him to - never, or he would be thrown to the sharks. As much as Jimmy respected his Captain, he could never tell when she was being serious or not and, despite Frazir's amused smile, he had decided that maybe this was one of those times where she was only half joking.

The elf-lady - whom he realised had not yet told him her name - was quiet for several long moments, a sad expression on her face. She reminded him in many ways of his Captain, though rarely did she let anyone see the lingering sorrow in her past. No Cap'n Sol had grown hard over the years he had known her, few though they were - "as hard as a troll's backside" Frazir had said and he had know her for longer. In a little boy's silent dreams, he imagined the Captain and his hero getting together finally, to make the ship's crew into a true family; but he knew those ideals were futile. In a rare private moment, Frazir had detailed his clan's aversion to wedding outsiders - some tribes, the big man had told him, even killed to prevent it from happening. And besides, he couldn't really imagine the Captain as a bride... He snickered slightly at the thought, but turned his attentions immediately back to the elven lady when she spoke once more.

Blushing slightly - how did she know they were pirates? - Jimmy shook his head rapidly, tossing his blond curls so violently that the motion was rather comic. "No intentions, m'lady," he said ferverently, "No - I just like talking to people, especially-" he added gleefully, hazel eyes brightening, "-'specially humans. I've never seen humans before. I mean, me mam and da were humans but I don't remember them, though Cap'n says I definitely am a human. She says I'm the only other human she's seen, though she never says who the other one was. Someone she met a long time ago, I think... But I don't mind being different 'cause Cap'n says everyone is different, though she said everyone should still be treated the same. I don't really get that..."

The elven lady stopped as Jimmy pondered on his Captain's words. He nodded at what she said with a wide-eyed smile. "Yeah," he said knowledgeably, "Cap'n Sol always looks out for us. We all look out for each other. Frazir saved me from the monster when it attacked our ship, but it was the Cap'n that saved me in the beginning when I nearly died." Jimmy looked up at his new friend gleefully, "I did tell you I nearly died, didn't I? So don't be scared o' her," he added with a smile, "S'only bad people who should be scared - like the tentacle monster and the pretty ladies that sing to the boats from the rocks." His eyes lit up at a sudden thought. "Did you know," he said enthusiastically, lowering his voice in a conspiritorial whisper, "We got mermaids in our crew... Two of them..."

Nethania listened to Jimmy, he was happily telling her the things she needed to know. He didn't seem like a threat, however the captain did. It was possible that she had other motives and was not telling her crew about them. ' Tell me Jimmy, are you and the Captain very close? I only ask as she seems so be almost a mother figure to you, anyone who could make that kind of impact on someones life, must be close to them '.

It seemed as though Jimmy had already realised what Nethania had, that the Captain was very similar to Nethania. ' You did notice didn't you, I haven't hid it very well from you, well you should know my name is Nethania, I am a Healer from the supposed Elven country. '. She stopped outside the large wooden door she had been sitting outside previously, she gave a light tap and opened the door. She stared at the familiar faces, looking at them, trying to somehow let them know they shouldn't talk.

' Ah, Jack have you been keeping our new friend company whilst I was away.' She paced the food on a large table in the room. Walking towards Jamie she nodded at Jimmy, so he knew it was okay to come in. She placed her hand on Jamie's head ' Well whoever healed you before me did very well, can I just check your heart beat '. She put her head on Jamie's chest, her heart beat was normal, sounding like a tiny drum beat. She whispered so only Jamie could hear her 'You don't know me,you don't know Jack, you arrived with Myrna and Lee' She lifted her long brown hair behind her ear and lifted her head. ' Jack, and it's Jamie right... well this is Jimmy, he is a traveller I met whilst getting you some food.'. She gave a half smile, handing a bowl of fire rice to Jamie ' There are special herbs in this, it will help the fever go down faster, though you do seem like you have nearly recovered'. she handed another bowl to Jack, and handed a small chocolate to Jimmy ' Thank you for your help, take this as a token of my graditude.'

Having remained quiet, completely serious during Sol's talking, moving only to blink or shuffle her right hand's fingers nervously under the table. Osar was nothing like the board or strategy games she longed to play on the weekends back home. "I guess we've been found. We were merely told of some 'great evil', and seeing as how we were brought here without even our possessions, we had no choice but to accede. We were looking for the Flower of Dath-Mil in the Temple of the Bleeding Glass. To be frank, we didn't get anywhere close to it as far as I'm aware. The entire mountain just went kerplat all of a sudden, with us rolling down with it." She paused, taking a deep breath and stretching herself back, craning her neck to both sides before leaning forward once more.

"The man who told us of the five objects suspected they had something to do with the world's current, altered state. Thing is, he turned out to be a traitor and we're without a ship, or a map to know where in Sam's hill the Rug of Sor-Vak lies. I have no idea why King Enurn wants humans. Really, my greatest wish these past few weeks has been going back home." So soon as her own comments were made, she rose to a straighter position, only to find a man in a corner was eyeing them from afar. Only a glimpse of yellow, perhaps a light gold could be seen from where she sat. The brown orbs on her face squinted, she stared at the person only to find there was abundant, brown facial hair on the man's face, even some on the part of the cheeks the tyrian purple hood didn't cover. He rose from the table, to which she still gazed intently, as the hairy man went around the tables to find their own.

Is he coming this way? Oh man... This looks bad. Closer, closer, the glow of his eyes died down as he came closer, eventually leaning in on the table. "Miss. Quit talking about the Pentagram-- there are eyes and ears everywhere." This was whispered to the two after a stern look at Myrna.

"Oi, gt'off there, ye mangy dog! The lady'ss just telling'er a story!" A drunk spoke from the bar, barely slurring and faking a poor countryman accent. "Yeh! 'E's right! We'anna 'ear how it goes't!" The second voice coming from further away in the bar, a small, rabbit-like human, with particularly large ears.

"Eer'one 'ere can go 'rck themsel-- it's no use. We'll have to get ourselves intel by force." With that, the third accomplice revealed himself to be a giant, squatting not to touch the ceiling. All three, the lizardman, the werehare and giant rose from their seats, approaching from different directions. Why do you have such a big mouth, Myrna?! Other patrons from tables far away rose with bottles in hand, chaos ensued as several yells both defending and condemning the woman emerged, others even questioning her origins. It was only after one dared to call her a prophet that the fighting began.

The hairy man crouched and pulled out a shortsword, kicking the table Myrna and Sol were at back, yelling in the process. "Get out and take your company with you! I'll buy you time! Hurry!" Bottles and tankards were flying about, blades and axes swung, all whilst the barmaids hid and ran frantically along the premises. "Sol?! I need to get my people from upstairs! I'll see you on the-- nrgh" Wrestling away a creepy, bony creature, she finished on the way to the stairs. "See you outside! Lee, help me out!"

((Sol))

The coin clinked back down upon the table as the boy inspected it musingly before returning it to the pouch. The Crimson Eagle's Captain nodded stoically in response to his words, understanding the need to gain further opinion from his comrades; despite her status on board the ship, Sol had always made a point to consult her crew before she made a final decision and, so far, it had at least ensured the longevity of her crewmen's service. "It will be a little while before my ship is up to its usual standard," she commented, picking up the money bag and handing it back to Frazir, "Just know, that once she's seaworthy again, I will be leaving immediately so there will be little time to deliberate at that point."

She turned her bright gaze to the girl, Myrna - just as she began to speak - and folded her arms as she listened. As subtle as Sol was, she couldn't help her gradual deepening frown from showing upon her sharp features. The Flower of Dath-Mil, the Rug of Sor-Vak... these were treasures that pirates had been seeking for centuries. And there were others: Sol knew it as well as she knew her blood was half-human. These were the kind of tales that ended in, "and they were never seen again" and the pirate knew it was certainly not a topic that should be talked about lightly.

Indeed, for as soon as the woman finished speaking, a burly man in a dark cloak made his way towards their table and the Captain instantly regretted not finding somewhere more inconspicuous to sit. Her tall First Mate already had his yellow orbs trained on the man, a low barely-audible growl rumbling from deep within his throat; even less noticeable were the sharp talons that were discreetly elongating in his clenched fists, for - like a cat of the wilds - the feline shifter innately knew when trouble was brewing.

Yet the stranger seemed to at least be a possible ally - for now. At his soft tone, Sol slid her boots from the stool they were perched on and set them squarely on the floor, using her feet to slide the crossbow beneath her chair into a position close enough to grab hold of it if necessary. As if on cue, several voices responded to the newcomer's words, shortly casting aside their drunken personas for out-and-out violence. Typically, the whole inn decided to join in the fray and within a minute, as close to the whole common room were on their feet, either with some kind of weapon in hand or simply with fists and noise.

The stranger shucked aside the table to give himself more space, shouting his support, and with a swift, easy motion, Sol snatched up her crossbow - bolt already loaded - aiming it at the were-hare, whom she surmised would be the quickest on his feet. Finger on the trigger, she heard the girl Myrna call to her friend Lee for back up, already racing up the stairs to the sleeping quarters and - supposedly - the rest of her allies. Barely turning her head, though she could already see Frazir's form from the corner of her eye rippling like liquid as he shifted, she called to him sharply.

"Kit, get the boy." With a snarl, the Canaima - fully transformed into a formidable looking black jaguar, gold glinting at his ear and throat - leapt into the fray towards the stairs, barmaids and riled patrons alike jumping out of his way in simple surprise and horror. Myrna's skirts flashed briefly at the top of the stairs as Frazir bounded almost three steps at a time after her, black tail disappearing into the upstairs gloom.

In the second it took for her to check her First-Mate's progress, the were-hare was already springing his way rapidly towards her - towards them, for the stranger still stood at her side, bared sword twitching out in every direction to fend off several rushed attacks. With a smile, Sol gazed down the elm wood of her crossbow, swinging it from side to side in an almost lazy motion as she tracked the weaving hare-man, aiming at his chest. As she pulled the trigger, her attacker bounced into the air, catching the sharpened stave of wood in his thigh rather than his torso. He went down with a rather animal-like squeal, clutching at the shaft stuck in his left leg and long ears drawn back in pain, and Sol quickly slid her crossbow into its baldric so that it was secure, drawing one of her swords with her free hand.

Their new ally shouted something at her but, engaged in battle with the giant as he was, she barely heard his words. Surmising that it was either an admonishment or an order, Sol ignored him, replying simply - "Not until my crew are safe" - before lunging at the approaching lizardman. Something - whether it was the reptile or someone behind her, she didn't know - struck her on the shoulder of her weapon arm and her fingers involuntarily loosened around the blade's hilt, casting it to the floor. Cursing, the half-elven Captain spun on her heel, dealing a heavy right-hook to the nearest enemy (who she noticed was holding a rather formidable-looking light mace) and crouching swiftly to pick up her fallen sword in the same hand. Her left hand seemed nerveless and her shoulder throbbed with its injury, so she slid her sword back into its place at her hip, retrieving a knife from her belt instead.

And a good job too. Sol had been in many brawls in her times at the pirate coves and this one was bordering on the edge of control. There were some serious men here, meaning serious business: the Captain found herself nearly skewered by a roving knife and thankfully had enough reflex to plant her dagger in the man's throat before his blade came fatally close. As she turned to meet the lizardman once again, another knife between her calloused fingertips, she had the faint flickering hope that Jimmy would at least warn those upstairs about the big jaguar-shifter before they attacked him out of reflex.

A brawler at heart, the Captain nonetheless preferred to have a reason for fighting and, so far, the humans were providing that reason; if the humans killed her First Mate, however, she could not allow them to live. And that would pretty much make all of this rather pointless...

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((Jimmy))

Nethania... It was a lovely name and Jimmy said as such. He smiled at her as she stopped suddenly in front of a doorway, knocking politely on the old knotted wood before entering, balancing the tray of food carefully upon one arm. Jimmy hovered uncertainly in the doorway, his old training winning over his excitement, and causing him to shift from foot to foot in quiet eagerness.

Nethania walked into the room gracefully, indicating with a tilt of her head that he was free to enter. Jimmy trotted in behind her, placing his bowl next to the others she had set down. While she was checking the sick girl, Jamie - a bit like 'Jimmy', the young boy thought happily - his hazel eyes turned to fix upon the other of the room's occupants. He was almost as big as Frazir! And... he had a scar! Unable to help himself, the scullery lad hurried to stand in front of Jack - like Jack the Giant Killer, he thought silently in awe, like in all the old stories... - and grinned at him.

"How'd you get so big?" he blurted excitably, "Frazir's big 'cause all his tribe are big, but you's a human and I never seen humans as big as you before. And..." he said softly, large eyes wide, "He doesn't have a scar! How did you get it? Did you get attacked by wolves? Frazir says wolves can be as roof-less as the Lady herself when cornered... Was is a really big fight?"

Jimmy was interrupted by the lady Nethania and he smiled at her gratefully, clutching at the piece of chocolate as though it were the most precious gift in the world. "Thank you, m'am," he breathed, "I never had chocolate before: it's really 'spensive." Looking as though it was the best birthday ever, he carefully stuffed the large piece into his mouth, grinning happily as he chewed.

A brief happiness it seemed. Jimmy frowned slightly, his small ears picking up the clear sounds of a fight from below - after all, the Cap'n had been in enough for him to recognise the telltale noises. But, even more worrying, the low growl of something very large (and furry) making its way along the corridor behind the thud of smaller feet. Uh oh... His new friends seemed to have heard the noise too for they all turned to face the door, one of them starting towards it. A sudden, horrible thought occurred to him. "Wait - hang on!" he cried, running towards the door to stand in front of it with his arms wide. "It could be Frazir - my friend - please don't fight yet!"

It wouldn't have mattered anyway, for the door burst open in a flurry of human limbs, closely followed by a humungous barrel of black fur and gold jewellery. He snarled, startling the humans, but Jimmy knew it was nothing more than a warning; to emphasise his point, the Canaima shifted fluidly into his humanoid shape and rose from his crouch to gaze stolidly at the people in the room.

"It would be wise," he rumbled in his deep voice, "For you to leave. Now. I will help you escape but we must be quick for I will not leave my Captain without anyone at her back for long."

"See you outside! Lee, help me out!"

"Right!" He called from her side. He had kept himself far enough away from the initial conversation that he wasn't caught up in the initial attack. He reached to draw his sword, but before he had the chance, a rather short, bald man charged at him with a dagger. Lee dropped down to his knees, dodging an attack that would have sliced his kneck open. Using his awkward position, Lee grabbed the ankle of the man and pulled it out from under him. Another blow to the face rendered the man unconcious, and Lee took the man's dagger.

Dodging a few more blows from random people in the scuttle, Lee made his way back to Myra and the Captain. Taking Myra by the hand, he headed behind the bar and to the kitchen, where he hoped there would be a back door. "Captain, if you trust your crew at all, you'll come with us now. Our crew won't be taken by some common thugs, either." With that, he spun around and headed for any exit he could find.

After a few moments of searching, he found a door that led outside, into an alley. It was empty, with the exception of the hooded man who approached the group inside. The strange man seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Who...Who are you?"

Nethania received much joy from Jimmy, he seemed to enjoy her company and from what she could see he was very inquisitive.

She kept her eyes on Jamie, who seemed to struggle to get the fire rice down. ' It may seem hard to eat, but trust me it will really help'' She also averted her eyes to Jack, who at present was being questioned by Jimmy which made Nethania laugh. She pulled a long strand of ribbon from the draw next to Jamie's bed and tied her long brown hair from her face, and into a long pony tail. Nethania was beginning to get hot from all the commotion and her head and eyes were throbbing from the crying she had done before, which was beginning to become a regular occurrence of Nethania.

At that moment, Nethania picked up the sound of clattering plates and the faint sound of Ale being spilt. Her whole body went tense and she quickly produced her staff from behind her back. She took notice that Jimmy had also noticed something. ' Jamie, Jack be on your guard, the others have company downstairs'.

"It could be Frazir - my friend - please don't fight yet!"

Nethania directed her attention to Jimmy, She then ran towards the large oak door he had came into the room from ' Jack get Jamie ready to leave, and Jimmy stay behind me' it was at this moment when Nethania finally felt like a part of the group that was worth something. This gave her the strength to take charge of the situation. She reached for the door's handle and as her skin brushed past the door handle, there was a large crack in the door, it was about to shatter into them. Nethania quickly chanted the words 'Protect', and a large green shield appeared in front of them, and the door burst into it, without getting through to them.

She took the shield down, and it revealed a large brown lump of fur appeared before her. Her eyes barely had time to adjust before he was human again staring at her.

"It would be wise," he rumbled in his deep voice, "For you to leave. Now. I will help you escape but we must be quick for I will not leave my Captain without anyone at her back for long."
Nethania took it that this was one of Jimmy's crew members. ' Fine, lead the way... but if you so much as harm any of my friends, your done for '
This man seemed to be telling them the truth, and Jimmy seemed sweet and very child like but Nethania still didn't trust their captain, no matter how strong of a connection she felt with Sol, she didn't think all her intentions were pure.

-Outside the Cockatrice Ate Baby Inn-

"Uwah!" A thud followed her yell as she landed stomach first on a pair of stairs, only to watch the great Canaima flash beside her. One of the people that were in the merchants' table, a werebear, had managed to trip her to the floor. Instinctively, she reached for her hips to find Gandesha's Gift, realizing they were empty. It was only after kicking him down the stairs that she found a new sheath on her person: strapped across the back.

"Nethania! Guys! Come quick!" Realizing Frazir would make his way there far before she did, going down was the next most viable action. On the way down, the hilt of her blade met two noses and a shoulder, as her own forehead was licked by a longsword. Merely swaying her fringe away, the woman finished the trip downstairs, welcomed by a blunt strike to the left shoulder by a hammer. In the adrenaline rush, she managed to leave with him to the kitchen, attempting to take the Captain by the hand on the way there. Oww... Just outside the inn, Myrna had realized just in how much pain she was in.

The darkness had taken over by now, as the grass in their backyard was dyed a feldgrau tone. Fairly close to them stood the hooded entity, which Lee was quick to address nervously. She'd begun to grow used to everyone's odd fashion sense, yet it was still startling to see him. "Good evening." Slowly, the words came from her mouth as both arms hung loose, the pain still resonating within the damaged shoulder, and the itch of the cut emerging. Hopefully the rest of their company would be able to follow them there, then they'd find a safe place... If there were one.

((Sol))

Grunting with the pain of the tug on her injured arm, the half-elf Captain turned her head the merest of degrees to look at the young girl Myrna with a frown. A flicker passed the edge of her vision and Sol deftly flipped her knife, catching it be the blade and flinging it at one of the approaching attackers. More and more were becoming involved in the fight by the minute and she knew that the longer they stayed, the more danger they would be in. But where was Kit and Jimmy? In a brief ten second lull, Sol glanced at the stairs and, seeing no glimpse of her crew, made towards it. "Captain," came the call from behind and she spun on her heel, drawing her sword and trailing it swiftly across the throat of a reptile at her back. He slid almost elegantly to the ground, gaping wound coating her already red scarves. "If you trust your crew at all," the boy Lee continued as he grasped Myrna by the hand, pulling her towards the kitchen and the nearest exit, "you'll come with us now. Our crew won't be taken by some common thugs, either."

Biting her tongue on a retort - personally, she couldn't believe that a crew so inexperienced could do much damage - Sol released her irritation upon a hapless brawler instead, swinging her right-handed sword so that it severed the thing near her's (what in the Lady's name was it?) bulbous ear. Sheathing her sword again, the Captain wove her way through the suffocating crowd, plucking as many of her knives from their victims as she could on the way, following Lee and Myra through to the inn's quieter back entrance. Peering once behind her so that she knew they weren't being followed - by anything unsavoury at least - Sol pulled the back door to: not closed completely, but open enough so that she could stand behind the doorframe and see anyone coming through the small slit of light. Allowing herself a minute's rest, Sol removed her crossbow from her back and leant against the inn's stone wall, using her knees to hold the weapon while she loaded it with one hand. Only after she had aimed the point of the bolt through the gap in the door, did she look at her company.

Lee was eyeing the hooded stranger warily after enquiring his name - to which the man had made no sound - and Myrna simply stood with her arms dangling, a polite greeting rolling carefully off her tongue. Sol shook her head in minor amusement, peered through the doorway for a last check and then closed it, hooking her crossbow back onto it's baldric. "Lee," she said bluntly, a hint of reprimand in her tone - though no more than a hint - "If he was going to do us harm, he would've done so already. Myrna's shoulder is dislocated. Under normal circumstances, I'd reset it myself, but as you can see," she indicated her own useless shoulder with her good arm, "I'm not currently in a position to do so." Stepping forward, she unwrapped one of the scarves from around her waist and held it out to the human boy. "Wrap that around her shoulder first or you'll irritate the wound. We don't have time to heal wounds; as soon as the others get here, we must leave."

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((Frazir))

"Fine, lead the way..." the young half-elf told him reluctantly, her bright blue eyes piercing. He knew enough of the Captain to recognise that she carried the same minor subtle differences of a half-breed. "But if you so much as harm any of my friends, you're done for."

"Wouldn't dream of it," the great Canaima rumbled with a fierce grin that could've said a number of things. He looked down to see Jimmy tugging at his trouser leg, wide hazel eyes full of concern.

"Frazir, what about the Cap'n? Is she safe? She's not hurt is she? What happened? Where will we go?" Frazir shook his head, indicating that this wasn't the time for so many questions and the boy lapsed into silence, shuffling over to grasp hold of the half-elf's hand. "I'll look after you Nethania," he whispered to her and the huge shifter shook his cropped head in silent wonder. Taking two large steps forward, he swept up the small tottering slip of a girl who had been carefully making her way to the door into his muscled arms and cradled her firmly but gently against his bare chest like a child. He thought she murmured a protest but ignored it. She wouldn't go too far without doing herself an injury and this way was far easier than attempting to get her to catch up while she was still clearly recovering. In his tribe, the kits were more precious than the adults: after all, they were the ones who carried the lessons forward.

"You," he said suddenly, turning his piercing yellow eyes upon the scarred man in the corner, "Keep the boy and the lady between us and watch our back. There's stairs leading to the back courtyard which the servants use - we'll take them." Pausing only to see his confirmatory nod, Frazir then spun on his heel and led the way out of the door. The fight still seemed to be in progress, though a little more subdued than before, but the Canaima moved along the corridor like a ghost, his footsteps hardly making a sound on the floorboards. Jimmy, knowing the danger, remained silent, simply tugging nervously on the half-elf's hand as they ran and glancing behind to make sure the other human followed closely. They had almost made it to the stairs at the end of the hall when suddenly something sprang out of a bedroom door beside them.

Keen sight immediately recognising the ware-hare - though it seemed at least to be injured - in an instant, Frazir slid the young human across so that he held her in the crook of one arm and raised the other hand before him, pointing directly at the hare-man. Before the hare could even register what he was attacking, his fur and clothes were alight and he tumbled backwards down the stairs behind him, shrieking in surprise and pain. Barely missing a step, the Canaima shifted the human so that she was secure again and followed the tumbling fireball down the stone steps to the courtyard. He didn't want to alarm the Captain into thinking she was being attacked again - after all, this was the most sensible place for her to be.

After less than a minute, the five of them emerged into the darkness of the evening. As Frazir stepped over the charred corpse, the Captain lowered her arm, the steely glint of a throwing knife disappearing back into the folds of her clothes. He noted she had one of her scarves wrapped tightly around her shoulder and the human she had been speaking with had the same. "About time too," she told him as he set down the young girl in his arms and he merely grinned in return. The healing human seemed to wobble for a bit before one of her companions moved over to steady her.

"Cap'n!" Jimmy cried, finally releasing the half-elf and running to stand awkwardly in front of his leader, "Cap'n, what do we do? Where do we go?" Raising her eyebrows, Sol glanced over at the hooded stranger. Frazir growled low in his throat; ally or not, he didn't like the smell of that man... "We can see if the Eagle's sea-worthy but other than that, we may either have to head to the mountains or the forests for tonight," she paused, "Unless anyone has any better ideas?"

Nethania kept her eyes locked on Frazir, she wasn't going to take these newcomers lightly. Her gaze was then broke by the tug of Jimmy's hand on hers and his faint whisper.
"I'll look after you Nethania,"
She smiled down at him, just to make sure he knew that for this moment she had trust in him.

Whilst her attention had been taken for the brief moment, Frazir had already picked Jamie up and began giving orders, which angered Nethania. There was just some things you couldn't change about Nethania, and touching something she believed to be under her protection was one of them. ' You better be careful with my patient, my friend '. She muttered, with the possibility of only Jimmy hearing.

The tug on her hand became stronger, and the were ready to move, with Jack following closely behind. Nethania knew she was only trained basic skills for combat, so if they were stopped here she would be no use. She doubted that Jimmy had much power in him, he seemed too sweet to even understand the concept of killing and the fact that he constantly asked about his captain and craved her attention, made him come across as needy. THis was the only relief Nethania found in the situation, that people like Lee and Jimmy were around.

Once they reached the end of the corridor, a darkened shadow jumped across, which caused Nethania to wrap both her arms around Jimmy holding him tightly like a child. She placed one hand in the air and was about to create a shield.. when Frazir immediately shifted causing a small fight to break out.

Once Frazir had overpowered the other, Nethania slowly let her grip loosen on Jimmy. ' Come on, lets find your Captain, I can smell her from here ' Nethania spat this, but not intentionally. Sol? who was she and why did her group decided to help Nethania and the group. ' Sorry Jimmy' were the only words she spoke before following after Frazir, with jack close by her, and by now she had already taken Jack's hand.

Once they reached the other group, Jimmy had already ran to Sol, who had been injured and so had Myrna.. which also put Nethania on edge. She overlooked this fact and decided she wanted to stay as close and as friendly as possible to the Captain.

"We can see if the Eagle's sea-worthy but other than that, we may either have to head to the mountains or the forests for tonight," she paused, "Unless anyone has any better ideas?"

Nethania nodded to Frazir ' This isn't a safe environment for our team, lead the way.. Captain '.

Nethania seemed to have a plan, and it seemed that the best thing to do was just to follow along with it. He watched as she came inside, placed the food down, approached Jamie, and then signaled for who seemed like a young boy to enter. Nethania gave Jamie a steaming bowl of... something, and she did the same to Jack, who took it, said Thanks, and stared at it.

He couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and, by the looks of it, neither could Jamie. Jack watched as Jamie struggled to eat the piping hot bowl of mystery substance, struggling to hold back laughter. Jack examined the bowl, thinking of all the strange substances he’d ingested/let into his body in the past, and wondered why this stuff should be any different.

Finally deciding that it wasn’t worth burning his esophagus, Jack placed the bowl down on a chair next to him. He folded his arms and leaned back against the wall as he began to calm down. He’d tried to find a new way of calming down rather than exploiting the Call of the Calm spell, which seemed to have some harmful side affects, when...

"How'd you get so big? Frazir's big 'cause all his tribe are big, but you's a human and I never seen humans as big as you before. And... He doesn't have a scar! How did you get it? Did you get attacked by wolves? Frazir says wolves can be as roof-less as the Lady herself when cornered... Was is a really big fight?”

Jack didn’t know how to respond to the sudden ambush of rapid fire questions. He looked at Jimmy blankly for a moment, and then grinned. He found this boy’s interest in him flattering, and his enthusiasm reminded him of Benji’s younger brother. Benji would’ve found this young boy rather amusing...

Oh, how I miss you...

When he thought of how he got his scar, he’d wished he had a big, exciting story involving a life threatening fight with a Minotaur or dragon right here in Osar. But, the truth of the matter kind of depressed him. He got the scar from a mistake he made on a construction site. It was a miracle he managed to survive.

Before he could answer, the familiar sounds of chaos erupted from downstairs. He looked at Nethania, who had conjured a force field in front of the door. A ball of fur shattered the wooden frame, and Jack thought Finally... maybe some excitement....

Once again, Jack followed as the furry man, named Frazir, lead them out of room and to safety. He followed his orders to watch the groups back, conjuring his Fire Seeds whenever necessary, keeping his staff at hand. Frazir seemed to have protecting the group covered, with Jamie flung over his shoulder. Nethania seemed to be playing some kind of mother figure to the group, holding everyone’s hand. Jack didn’t mind.


Before long, they emerged into a back alley with the rest of the group. There were a few strangers, along with Myrna and Lee, who brought a smile to Jack’s face just seeing them safe. The strangers seemed to be friendly, if not partially aggressive. The stranger’s leader, a half elf like Nethania, seemed to be in control. Jack didn’t mind, she seemed to know what she was doing.

"We can see if the Eagle's sea-worthy but other than that, we may either have to head to the mountains or the forests for tonight," she paused, "Unless anyone has any better ideas?"

Jack agreed. “We haven’t had much luck with mountains, our sea experiences weren’t too bad... and we’ve been pretty solid with forests. So, you lead the way, Captain.”

-Port Amberthina, Eastern Docks-

They'd run from the hooded figure after a false move from him, knocking him down and promptly making an escape. With a great effort, not to mention an even greater wave of fear, they managed to reach the docks on Port Amberthina's eastern colonies. Surprised with the place's actual size, Myrna admired a map glued to a large steel post: a poor lighthouse in actuality.

"I don't... Know what to do anymore... I barely have a clue as to where we are."

"Ssstupid humanss! We areth obviouthly closser to the Rug of SSorvak than we think! I wass saving thiss for laterr... When I could trusst yoo all... It'ss too late with thesse on board."

The lizardman took his belt, untying a stark satchel, letting its contents drop: small jars, vulgar drawings of lizardwomen, dust, moldy food, and... "Here it iss! Now you musst all sswear on your livess you'll noth tell anybody of thiss!" Mumbling something, a prayer perhaps, mention of virgins and kings, of whores and the world's very end could be differentiated from the rest.

"ADVA! Yelenko-Nah!"

He stared coldly at everyone as if to have them follow in the chant. Myrna, taking heed of this, shyly spoke out the odd words. "Adva... Y-Yelenko-Nah..." The various glass jars began to shake, breaking with their contents spilling over the rocky floor. With a stenched wind blowing away the liquids, they mixed in the air. Yellow, blue, orange, purple... The finishing color was green. A large stain floated in the air, hovering a foot from the ground. All who'd spoken the words would be able to cross the newborn portal.

"There goess my inheritance... Enjoy ssafethy you ungrathefull..." The lizardman, visibly enraged, hopped onto the portal, not before indicating everyone else to do so. Jenna and the rest of the King's men walked into it carefully-- did they not know where they'd end up?

Scared, terrified almost of the whirring sound the portal made, Myrna walked in...

-Gargantua: Tree of the Sacred-

"Ungh..." Nausea. The woman held her head, predicting the next episode of vomiting publicly. With an earthy smell wafting, undertones of grass and even a sweet hint of fruit... A tangy one, perhaps orange. Yes, it smelled orange. Man, I could use some sleep. I'd even trade that yummy fruit over there... WAIT?! IS THAT A FRUIT?!

A loud gasp emerged from her mouth. There was a spiky orb some ten meters away, floating almost. Effectively, it was orange. Huge, about the size of two or three Myrnas in width -that was saying quite something- and some five or seven in height. Beaten and weary, the woman surrendered to the amazing image, but got to admire the entirety of the surroundings before falling asleep.

She was about to doze off on a wooden bridge so she thought, only then noticing the leaves jutting out at uneven intervals: it was a tree branch. A thin one in comparison to the rest that ran along the trunk further up. Behind her a massive wooden post, so she'd thought. It was quite the stronghold, they'd soon realize. Whistles, leaves rustling, whispers, all subtle and all inducing fright. Lizardmen moved to and fro in this habitat, doing as they pleased in their home: the home of Noot-Tya's stepladder, wherever they hid it.