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Sevral

Like my realm, my swords are perfectly balanced. Be wary of them...

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a character in “The Tale of Three Worlds”, as played by Centi85

Description

Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Fair skinned, he has long black hair combed to either side of his face, and tied just at the base of his skull, which continues down between his shoulder blades. His eyes are a dark brown that almost completely conceal his pupils. He has an average, slender yet muscular built, and stands about 5"9.
Sevral is clad in a light and simple mixture of fine cloths, his silk shirt which buttons down the front falling just below his waistline, overlapped by an ornately woven sash and belt. Upon his left shoulder sits a simple carved armor plate, outlined in finely polished gold and attached by a single strap that buckles on his right side. On the opposite shoulder, hangs a dull-brown satchel. When outside his home he wears usually a black hooded cloak, which tapers down to just above his ankles.

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Equipment

Belongings: Sevral carries on either side of his waste a matching pair of longswords, hand crafted by himself, and differing only with the fact that one blade remains sharpened, while the other is not. Of his other belongings he has also a silver chain that hangs from around his neck, being the property of his previous mentor, as well as several sharpeners, polishers and buffers for his swords, plus a pencil and sketchbook, all residing within his satchel.

Training: Sevral is a well versed swordsman and maker, preferring to trust his own craft to wield instead of any other shady merchant's.

History

Sevral hails from the realm of Konclave, and owns a small business as a sword smith. Originally the property of an older gentleman before him, Sevral had grown up under his tutelage, being an orphan, and has learned many of the secrets and skills to the craft. Highly renowned for the durability and elegance of his weapons, Sevral prides himself in making the best swords he can in order to please the costumers who are all too happy to fork over a hefty sum in exchange. Although his life was simple, Sevral has never forgotten the day that he arrived at the shop, only to find it ransacked and painted over anew with blood. Upon further investigation he found also that in his absence, the previous guild-master, his mentor and man he cherished as his own father, was ruthlessly slaughtered by those supposedly employed by him.
To this day, Sevral's business has seemed to take a downward slide, as he spends much of his time perusing the lands in an endeavor to locate those who would dare preform such an audacious act. Though he has many leads, most if not all fall short, and it seems no one knows anything about the origins of the swords that bear such a great resemblance to his own crafting style, right down to the insignia.

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Sevral's Story

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Contemplating his next move, Sevral was positioned around a small square laden down with shops and bustling with people. All around him, the smells of various foods, as well as livestock to be sold intermingled with the constant chatter of the people, or sounds of gold to be exchanged. Leaning silently against the side of a particularly gregarious seller's shop, he couldn't help but smile at the man's overjoyed entrance into each and every conversation he struck up, intent on selling his wares. He had even tried to sell one of the oddly crafted trinkets to Sevral himself, who due to the man's silver tongue, almost agreed.

Looking around carefully now, Sevral had to think a moment, as chasing leads was getting him absolutely nowhere. It seemed as if incompetence was ubiquitous wherever we went. Though some people claiming to have information seemed useful, looking back he realized now that the gold wasn't worth it, and all it did was get him even more tired, frustrated, and that much poorer. The thoughts of abandoning such a hopeless endeavor weren't rare either, as locating a group of murderous, thieving sellers couldn't be that hard. Actually, apparently it could. Still, his need for revenge overpowered the lingering thoughts of defeat, and his pride couldn't stand seeing swords being passed off as his own, as it greatly reduces business for himself.

Shrugging Sevral finally stood up and adjusted the hood over his face, then shook himself slightly beneath the cloak in a vain attempt to knock off whatever odd insect had decided to latch itself to his chest. Finally, being satisfied he was parasite free he began walking again, making his way through the throngs of people, politely exchanging a simple head nod in acknowledgement to the buyers who insisted on blocking his escape. Quickly he weaseled his way from the main crowd into a back alley where he took a short detour, to a little less busy section of the city, and produced a small piece of parchment from his satchel. Looking at it for a moment, he had to confirm that he was moving in the correct direction.

It was only an hour earlier that he had conversed with a fellow sword smith over the origin of the two longswords he had for sale. After a brief exchange and monetary goading, he had found that a supplier brought them in, outsourced from a less policed port at the far side of the city. Though the man didn't know much else, Sevral thought this was a fair start, but couldn't help but wonder exactly how far these thieves had managed to expand their borders, if even now the swords are being shipped in from elsewhere. Perhaps this may be as simple as insurance so that no one is aware of where exactly the weapons had come from, or if the men he is searching are in fact not in the city, or in Conclave at all.

Sevral mused over the thoughts as he continued on his journey, touching idly the hilt of one of his swords.

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Sevral was barely on his way when suddenly he heard his name being called, accompanied by the sounds of hoof beats, a horse. Turning around he was met with the sight of a man mounted atop a large brown horse, it's mane and tail flowing and bouncing with each step, the man doing most the same as he attempts to maintain balance while waving frantically. Stopping to wait, the man slowly drew nearer and pulled back on the reins, slowing the animal's movements until it finally came to a halt several feet infront of him.

Sevral looked up at the man, raising an eyebrow in question as to his purpose.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked curiously.

The man reached quickly into the large bag positioned on the hind-quarters of the animal and produced a small envelope, then handed it to Sevral. "It took quite a while to locate you, I had gone to your shop and found you were traveling. You've been commissioned by the King, you must report immediately."

Sevral made mixed look of astonishment and disbelief, why would the king send for him? A simple sword smith? This was either really good, or really bad. Either way, he guessed he'd find out sooner or later. Sevral looked from the letter to the man, and nodded.

"Well, I thank you then kind sir, and I'm sorry for any trouble you had finding me." Sevral exchanged a quick nod to the man, and watched him gallop away, then returned his attention to the letter, opening it carefully. Slowly he pulled out the contents, finding a simple invitation. Very well, it seems as though his course has been diverted. Thinking for a moment he realized if the man had been looking searching for some time for him, the invite must be quite old, so he set off immediately, thinking it not wise to keep the king himself waiting.

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Normally Sevral wouldn't just go running up to the Palace in such a manner that made him look like some crazed assassin, but he knew he was late. The fact that he was wearing his large black cloak didn't help the fact either, and it merited him the sudden edginess of the guards as he approached. Just moments later he had seen a young female, a Vall it seemed exiting the Palace. Several thoughts went through his mind, but it seemed like the foremost was, why was she here? Could she have perhaps gotten a summons to, and if so, because she's leaving that would mean he was really late. Not good...

As he made his way to the large gates he finally stopped, one because he was tired as all hell, and two because the guard demanded it, holding up a single hand in his direction. Removing his hood from atop his head, he stood for a second, attempting to catch his breath. Sevral was panting heavily, he was a swords smith, not a marathon trainee, and upon the guard's request for him to state his business, his words failed him.

"I... I-ah... Ah..heh...King, summons... Whew!" He managed between breaths. The guards merely raised an eyebrow in question.

Sighing again, and while ignoring the pain he felt in his side he produced the little invitation, showing the guard who nodded to him in response. An escort was then assigned to him, and he followed the man inside. Even though he was grateful for the slower pace, he couldn't help but feel the need to simply sit down and die.

His journey into the palace continued unhindered as the guard lead him inside, and he soon found himself in the large meeting hall, where he found the King, obviously, and two other men. One, looking human, the other standing much taller than the first, with a darker colored skin, and bright gold eyes. "Interesting," he thought to himself as he came in and bowed deeply to the king. Turning to the others now, he gave them a simple nod of acknowledgement, and managed a smile. It seemed as though whatever had just happened, he had missed, as the others looked about ready to leave. Turning back to the king, and with his breath finally under control, he spoke.

"Sire... My apologies for running late. I ah, just received the invitation not thirty minutes ago actually, as I had been traveling. One of your messengers just found me." Looking to the others for a moment, he remembered the invitation he still had in his hand, and held it up for the king to see. "I do hope I'm not as late as I think I am... Please, forgive me."

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“I'd rather stand, thanks,” he replied gruffly, not one to take to suggestions that he took as condescending or patronizing. He kept his stance, bracing his hands against the back of a chair as he watched the interactions of the people in the large room. He paid attention to the remarks of the man seated across the table, the jabs at the woman clad in leather straps, and her responses to him. He gave a smirk in acknowledgment to the woman's victory and watched as she morphed a city upon the table. Magic. He'd never been one for the craft, but he held a deep respect for it, and those that practiced it. He heard that they were to investigate something, and after hearing the scroll read aloud, a loud scoff passed through his lips. “This be why ye've guards an' armies, aye? An' yer certain the same groups done all deeds? Sounds like yer not tellin' all ya know,” Gavyn mused, rocking back and crossing his arms over his chest.

He didn't care much for this 'Yo'Von' character, but he was used to people who were prejudiced against anything different from themselves. He didn't bother suppressing the large yawn he let out, his body suddenly feeling the fatigue of the lack of sleep the previous night. “Princess 'ere can hold the scroll. I've no desire ta have my steps so closely watched.,” he commented, referring to the Orlary with the wise remarks. He didn't fear this man, or what he could do once away from the king. It looked, for all intents and purposes, he was a good little dog and would do as told; and if for some reason he felt to challenge the Gryphon, then he would be in for the fight for his life. The Vell girl, Keyra, seemed rather indignant of the other man's remarks and general disposition and stormed from the room as soon as she was able. “Ah, calm yerself, lass. I'm sure ye've dealt with his ilk many a times,” he called after her fleeing back, but whether she heard him or not, he couldn't tell.

He was about to leave, assuming that they were all dismissed when he realized that he truly had no idea where he was going. He opened his mouth to ask where to find this airship back to his home when another man entered into the room. He got a smile from the new arrival, which was enough to lighten his mood a bit. He walked toward the man and clasped his shoulder, pulling him close to hug him tightly about the shoulders and keep him in the iron grip. “Ach, ya missed nothing. We're goin' on a field trip. Yer a spear tip an' if'n ya do yer duty, ya get a pretty piece o' paper. We're goin' fer a flight now. Ya dwaddle if'n ya wish, but ya ain't be getting' much else outta them here.” He freed his captive from his grip and headed for the door, stopping outside of it to wait for Von that he may lead the way. “Just waitin' on you, Princess.”

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Von Dranosk
Brass City: Hall/Docks

Von looks over the others as they leave and even the new arrival didn't go unnoticed as he lock greetings with Sevral. Standing and reaching for the scroll Von checks the strange little roll of paper and see's there is something amiss about it. Studying the ink mostly.. "Marduk.. is this what I think it is?" the King nods back with a small approval in the back of his throat.
"Yes it is Yo'Van.. it seems in order to link the holder with them the Seer's have had the ink mixed with the waters from their spring" Von stares in amazement as he at the item, it was actually a part of the fabled immortal springs and he was holding and knew that he had already gained a small treasure of his own.

He and the King exchange a firm hand shake and a quick glare as Marduk contemplates.. "I understand that you feel uneasy with such people accompanying you but please do your best to keep some civility about yourself." Von looked down away from the King with a certain amount of shame in his eyes.. "I know your majesty.. Thank you and farewell."
"Farewell to you as well Yo'Von" The two break their handshake and part ways like many times before.

Tucking his sword back down on his side Von makes his way back out and passed the other two men beckoning them to follow him towards the docks. "I honestly don't know what brought you here but I can tell you that the reward is quite good and well worth your time.. because its worth mine." He says back towards them as he continues walking.

Walking for several minutes is enough to get him back at the docks where he started the day and Von only turns his attention towards small stalls for extra parts and spare rations. He hopes that his deckhands had gone out and gathered everything needed for whatever endeavor they might need to perform.
Von easily spots the Vall standing at the ramp for his ship..(Well at least she could find that) he thought in his mind. In actuality he spotted the weapon she kept on her person and he was quick to realize that it was no longer the presence of a crown that would keep the normal peace. But he was more astute to remember the King made a request of him and he was willing to accept the terms if it meant all would be well. So stopping for a moment he adjusted himself properly and even smoothed his hair back before pulling his scabbard back further around his sash.

He finally ends by walking up beside Keyra and saying.. "Well you found the ship.. So congratulations you completed your first task as tracker. Lets all just hope all the following needs would be so easily met." He gives a small laugh trying his best to stuff his discomfort somewhere less noticeable as he walks up the plank and onto the ship.
But he stops half way up and stands for a moment with a stern stance in his posture before turning around and looking down towards Keyra.. "I understand that my action and remarks earlier have earned a sort of ire from you.. So if that be the case I request that you air that out right now." He takes the steps back down towards the Vall girl and stands before her.
"I would rather it be spent here other then half way too our destination and not in a horrible incident."

He stares for a moment wathcing the woman shift side to side for a short time "It alright so lets hear it."

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Konclave

"Well you found the ship.. So congratulations you completed your first task as tracker. Lets all just hope all the following needs would be so easily met."

Keyra's eyes narrowed and she shifted only her gaze to follow him as he walked up the plank next to her. Whether it was supposed to be a light hearted joke or not, she could feel the tension in his voice. She didn't speak instead she looked to the other two men who had come to the ship as well. The one was the tall Vall who had smiled at her. The other was a human. She relaxed her features in the human's presence, hoping to at least ease any discomfort he may have.

It was then that Yo'Von came back down the plank to stand in front of her. He was taller than her and so she had to tilt her head slightly to look up to him. Keyra uncrossed her arms as he spoke, resting one hand on the handle of her huge sword.

"I understand that my action and remarks earlier have earned a sort of ire from you.. So if that be the case I request that you air that out right now. I would rather it be spent here other then half way too our destination and not in a horrible incident."

When she still didn't say a word to him, he added onto it, "It's alright so lets hear it."

The Vall let her wings snap open, stretching them to their fullest and hearing the slight crack of the limber bones as they released their pent up tension. Once she'd stretched her brilliant white wings, she slowly pulled them back in to a resting position and tapped her finger on her sword.

"Do you fear what is unknown to you? What is different than you are?"

Keyra cocked her head off to the side her unnaturally deep purple eyes studying him carefully, "I don't care for men who have a closed mind. I can accept you as an Orlary, so long as your personality is agreeable. I guess I will just have to wait and see. The battlefield proves more than words ever can," she stated simply and turned to walk up the plank. She stood on the deck of the ship and waited for the other two men so that she could properly introduce herself. All the while she thought about the model that the woman had brought up in the meeting. She was itching to get to the town to see if her assumptions were correct or not. The same time she wondered what was going to become of their small party.

Her eyebrow came down as she thought a bit deeper on the subject, for something that is bothering the King this much, he sure is sending a very small group to try to stop this. What is going on exactly?

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“Ach, ya missed nothing. We're goin' on a field trip. Yer a spear tip an' if'n ya do yer duty, ya get a pretty piece o' paper. We're goin' fer a flight now. Ya dwaddle if'n ya wish, but ya ain't be getting' much else outta them here.”

Sevral tilted his head in question, but didn't get time to inquire about anything more as suddenly they were off. The taller man released him from the embrace and had made his way to the door before stating simply, “Just waitin' on you, Princess.” Obviously this statement was towards the other man, Sevral now finding his name to be Yo'Von as he overheard the king speaking to him, and watched as he soon followed. Moving past him, he made a quick motion with his hand to follow. Sevral sighed and complied, seeing as this was apparently what he was sent for, though he still had no clue what it was, other than a 'field trip', with a mere 'piece of paper' as a reward.

Yo'Von suddenly broke his train of thought. "I honestly don't know what brought you here but I can tell you that the reward is quite good and well worth your time.. because its worth mine."

Well, he seemed like a pleasant man Sevral thought with a hint of sarcasm. At least he had been acknowledged upon his entrance. Either way, Sevral kept pace, following him for the few minutes it took them to reach the docks, and the awaiting ship.

It was here that he found the Vall female from earlier, standing near the large plank that lead up towards the mighty vessel. He nodded a simple acknowledgement, and gave her the same warm smile the others had received in the palace, then noted her seeming to fall a little at ease. Sevral watched with look of masked curiosity as Von exchanged a few words with her, then made it halfway up the plank before stopping and turning again. Not entirely sure if he should interrupt, or even if he should overhear any of the conversation, Sevral stood there a bit awkwardly trying to not seem as though he was listening, glancing around at the happenings of the docks and the workers.

Bits and pieces of the conversation still penetrated his ears, and he found that apparently the two had gotten off on the wrong foot. This may cause tension he thought, as he watched the Vall spread her wings momentarily. "The battlefield proves more than words ever can," she said finally before continuing up the plank. That sounded something of a challenge, he mused. Oh well. Was it just him, or did she walk nice? An odd, exoticness about her intrigued him, but he pushed it out of his mind as he now felt it safe to move forward, and did so.

His boots rapped on the plank as he made his way onto the deck, offering Von a simple shrug as he passed him before looking now to the girl and once more managing his friendly smile. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, and didn't know if perhaps it was her mere presence, or the fact that this whole mission seemed to have taken off fairly quickly and without warning that made his words fail. Nevertheless, Sevral managed finally to speak.

"Ahh... Well. I suppose this is an interesting group for whatever mission we are to endure... If I should introduce myself, my name is Sevral." Holding out his hand to the young woman, he waited to see if she'd accept.

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Konclave- Sky Ship Wind Mire

Keyra turned to the voice that penetrated her thoughts. It was the human and he was extending his hand to her. She stiffened slightly, unsure of what to do. Never had a human or anyone else aside from a Vall, extended their hand to her. His name was Sevral and his smile was warm and friendly. She took his hand in her smaller one, but gripped it just as tightly as he did hers.

"Keyra," she replied softly, a bit of a smile on her lips, "There is a lot of mystery surrounding this little... escapade of ours," she continued after letting go of his hand. Her wings fluttered slightly, shifting to a comfortable position across her shoulders. She eyed the young man carefully, her purple eyes running across his form. She noted the two swords on his hip, they seemed to be crafted very uniquely and well made. Keyra tapped her finger against her sword.

"I suppose you haven't gotten the details? I did not see you during the... meeting," she said slowly. Turning, she leaned against the side of the ship, waiting for Yo'Von to get his precious vessel in the air and to their destination.

"Well, I'll fill you in. Something's got the King unsettled, the Seers too. Apparently several towns and cities have been attacked and are now nothing but ghost towns. The incidents are happening quite quickly, and even though word reaches the capitol in a few days, its still uncertain where the next attack will be. Best of all, they have no idea as to what it is that's attacking these towns," Keyra took a breath. She turned her gaze back to Sevral before continuing, "A model of the town we are to investigate was shown at the meeting. There's... something there," she said slowly.

"I don't know for sure what it is yet, but when we get to the city I'm determined to find out what it is. Everything leaves a trace, no matter how good at hiding they are. If I'm to track this thing, I need to know as much about as I can. Of course, the King and his council have nothing to give me in respect to that, so that makes this all the more difficult," Keyra sighed, then gave him a small smile, "My apologies, I did not mean to rant on about my frustration. More importantly I hope that at least gives you an idea as to what we're doing."

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Von Dranosk
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Von watches as Keyra makes her way up the plank and onto the deck of the ship, his attention was more useful for the days of just observing. But her words did ring slightly within him.."Do you fear what is unknown to you? What is different than you are?" he could still hear in the back of his mind.
Apparently the girl thought he was very closed minded about all that she was, and he could feel a part of himself laugh when it ran across his thoughts. His teeth shown with a grin at the cost of what she was saying and he knew that before all this was over she was going to find out what his beliefs where.

The grin died however as he looked across the docks and saw the faces of all the others working tirelessly to keep this place operating smoothly. He could imagine in the back of his mind that it would be quite sad to never see this place again and that his crew would not be all too happy with what he had gotten them into.
Von makes his final steps from Konclave onto the deck of his ship and found himself looking upon Keyra and the other man from earlier exchanging pleasantries. He kept his sight set to scanning the deck of the ship and made sure to notice any flaws on his fine vessel.
The Sky Mire was beautiful to him as it was the day he first commissioned it and the first time it flew from the first port. Though most of the mast and sails where basically for show as that was not what made the ship fly he was thankful to have them when they actually made a landing on water. He rubbed his hand along the bronze railing before stepping towards the others.

"Welcome aboard the Sky Mire, I suggest you all familiarize yourselves with her she will be your home for the next few days." He looked up on the higher boardings and noticed that the whole of the top deck was empty for some reason, but he almost automatically knew why when he realized how long the crew was out last.
"Don't worry about the lack of a crew, they are on shore for the time being.. our last mission had us out for several months so many where missing some solid land beneath their feet. But for now I guess I will take the liberty of giving you all a nice tour of the ship."
Von takes some time to show Keyra, Sevral, and Gavyn around the ship, making sure they see the ideal locations such as the captains deck and their rooms below. The bunks they would be using where small compared to is own chambers but that is why he is the captain. He shows them the quarters next to his and reveals it to be the dinning area.. "You may take your meals in here, It has been some time since we had guest and the crew might not react well. They will be eating on the deck below and below that is the crews berthing so I suggest you stick to the three upper decks of the ship unless your are escorted."

"And please by all the gods stay out of the crystal chambers, that's keeps us airborne and I would like if no one fooled around in there.. Save for Izzy at least. His expression goes blank for a moment before he slaps himself on the forehead. He stares back at his three guest and voice this concern.. "I must say this.. not all of my crew are even by our standards normal. Most are for a lack of a better word exotic and if not in body more so in mind. Izzy is one such.. And then there Rioma..she is first mate and her voice carries as much weight as mine so do not question her under any circumstance."

He lastly lead them back into his chambers and let them move about, It wasn't as lavish as one would believe. The furnishings and carpet where better yes but not at a grand level compared to the other compartments on the ship. It gave the sense that Von like being more relative too his crew and didn't live above them.
Save for a very well made bed an antique armoire with its own armchair and several shelves with well preserved books aligned on them. Lastly the one thing that stood out the most within his quarters was a large standard mounted on the wall with his families insignia on it, the image of a rose with Royal Blue petals wrapped around the haft of a spear piercing a crescent moon.
A large spear sat before the standard on its own maintained stand. The spear is completely forged of silver and steel covering almost seven feet in length with intricate markings etched around its entire form. Its head had a large oval blade with small petal like blades protruding from the neck of the mount.

Von walked over towards the spear and laid his sword on the table supporting the weapons wrack, rolling up his sleeves before turning to face the others. Having his sleeves rolled up revealed his forearms and the small strikes of metal that moved along with the curves of his flesh.
"Any questions before you meet the rest of the crew because they will either be overjoyed at the idea of some new faces on board or they could dislike the idea all together."

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Much to Gavyn's enjoyment, the three men were off quickly, leaving the king behind in his hall and moving out again among the people. Formal meetings always put him on the defensive, and there was just something about the king that put him on edge. He didn't trust the man. He mused on this as the trio cut a line through the masses and stopped at the sky ship, taking in the beauty of it. He looked on as Von attempted civility with the Vell, his expression one of exasperation. At least they were making the attempt to get rid of their trepidation and distrust before the journey started. He couldn't imagine it lasting for too long once they became airborne and confined to close quarters. Then again, he was wrong in the past.

Stepping aboard the ship, he watched his other two companions begin to exchange pleasantries before turning to lean against the rail and look out over the city. People were everywhere, milling about and nearly becoming one mass all together. He'd never seen such a large collection of people who created an army all on their existing as one. Still, he saw the divides; those in silk kept clear of the dock hands, those in rags made dashes from shadow to shadow, high class ladies twittered on and entertained thoughts of what it would be like to be with a rough sailor, working women walked the docks to greet men after their long journey. They may have painted the city in bronze, but it truly wasn't anything more grand than any other sort of living conditions. Maybe whoever killed the citizens were simply sick of the false lives most of the people were leading? Gods knew he preferred his small dwelling in seclusion, no matter how much he enjoyed being around close friends.

A tour was given, and he followed Captain Von down below the decks, feeling all the more claustrophobic. He doubted he would spend much of any time hidden away from the sky. However, the topic of “exotic” crew members perked his interest a bit and he made a mental note to go out of his way to meet with these individuals. Once returning to the Captain's lodgings, the young Gryphon found himself leaning against one of the walls, taking in the weaponry he had displayed. Leathan would be interested in the books, but Gavyn had no such desire to peruse the contents. He noticed the metal trappings within Von's skin and he smirked, deciding that he was going to forgo saying a word about it.

“Aye, I've a question,” he began, pushing off the wall and near hitting his head on a cross board. “Why're we here an' doin' this again? I get why some of us're here,” he added, giving a nod to the Vell who was apparently the tracker of the group, something he wanted to challenge but wouldn't at this time. “I cannae say fer ya, an' I was no' ta be here in the beginnin', bu' what am I ta do, intimidate? Fer a king I doona love with them I've just seen ta do somethin' his royalty cannae do himself? If the Laird's no' among the first in th' defense o' th' land, an' callin' on various others to do the deed fer him, he's no' much respected. No' from where I hail. So tell me: Why're we doin' this?” he finished, earnestly waiting for an answer before his thoughts yet again traveled to the crew that may not be thrilled with them, the tight spaces, and the lack of companionship to be found. A sigh escaped him as he leaned back against the wall again, thumping his head back against the wood. “An' where do ya keep yer mead? I'ma be needin' it.”

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Sevral saw the tension in the Vall before him as he offered his hand, and thought of withdrawing the offer. Much to his surprise however, she took it and shook firmly. He wasn't against other races, and he felt no reason to not befriend these people as soon as possible, even if just to avoid any future conflict. Either way he was pleased, she seemed a little less... well, he didn't know for sure how to describe Von, their appointed leader.

"Keyra" she spoke finally before smiling in return and letting go of his grip. Sevral nodded, and glanced over to Von and Gavyn as they boarded, then returned his attention to the girl as she began speaking again. He listened intently as he was debriefed about the current happenings and reasoning behind this mission, nodding every once in a while to show he was in fact still paying attention. He noted her gaze also fell onto his twin swords while she spoke and tapped at her own weapon, but made nothing of it. Finally when she had finished, Sevral nodded once more.

"No worries, I can see why you would feel such frustration, and you have my support. Though, it seems like if the King, let alone the Seers are looking to a rag-tag group like us... Well, I'm not entirely sure how to respond or what to make of it. Either way, I suppose we'll find out." Sevral shrugged and turned to Yo'Von as he now spoke up.

"Welcome aboard the Sky Mire, I suggest you all familiarize yourselves with her she will be your home for the next few days. Don't worry about the lack of a crew, they are on shore for the time being.. our last mission had us out for several months so many where missing some solid land beneath their feet. But for now I guess I will take the liberty of giving you all a nice tour of the ship."

Oh fun, tour time!, he thought. Sevral followed quietly as the man lead them through the various rooms all over the ship, the bunks, deck, etc. Being a sword smith, Sevral couldn't help but note all the tiny details that made this ship what it was. A truly magnificent vessel. Though this man seemed a bit rough, he obviously knew what he was doing. Zoning out somewhat, Sevral continued with the others, listening just barely as Yo'Von spoke of the crystal chambers, as well as so called 'exotic' crew. This intrigued him somewhat, but he managed to show nothing of his thoughts as finally they made way back to Yo'Von's chambers. A simple room, he thought, made so the Captain would feel at home with his crew, instead of above them. He was humble at least. Another interesting feat to this man.

Sevral stood near the center of the room, taking in the scenery as Yo'Von rolled up his sleeves, and noted the metal embedded into his flesh. The man finally ended, asking if anyone had any questions when suddenly the other spoke up. He spoke with one hell of an accent, Sevral thought, as the man questioned the reasoning for being here. Although he wasn't complaining, Sevral couldn't help but feel the same way as he was just a sword smith. While he was indeed skilled with the blade, it's not like he brought any other useful skills to the mission. Mulling these thoughts over, he remained silent, curious to know what Yo'Von's response would be.

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Keyra followed their Captain around the ship in the 'grand tour'. She did admit that the ship itself was grandiose, a beautiful vessel. Their quarters were small, but she didn't mind the small space. So long as she could stretch her wings on the deck, she would be fine with the small area. Besides, she would only be sleeping there for the most part. She noted that the lower decks and the crystal chambers were places that she would not be visiting during their stay on the vessel, and she also kept in mind that the crew of the ship would probably not be too inclined to new faces.

It was probably a bad habit of hers, but she was prepared for others to look down or even hold disgust for her. The reasoning was simple. She was from Herth, and those from Herth were considered barbarians, uncivilized people who had no idea what it was like for the other two worlds that resided through the rift gates. Keyra frowned slightly, but otherwise didn't show any other feelings. Finally, they came to Yo'Von's chamber. It was simple in many respects with few adornments and things that usual Captains had in their quarters.

She raised an eyebrow at the simplicity of the room. It was interesting to see that he had no treasures to speak of or anything else that yelled loudly of his standing on the ship. Turning her deep purple gaze towards Yo'Von, she listened to the rest of his speech with interest that hadn't been with her before. Yes, this trip was going to be interesting, especially with this man. He was mysterious to say the least. She still felt as if he held some sort of dislike towards her, but she wondered what exactly it was that bothered him most about the Vall.

Crossing one arm under her chest, she rested the other atop it and tapped one slender finger on her lips. She barely heard the request for questions before the start of the journey, and once prompted, the other Vall spoke up. His tone was deep and his accent heavy. At the mention of knowing why some where here, she let her hand fall and crossed her arms completely.

"The fact that something is wiping out entire cities without leaving much of anything behind to tell what it was or what exactly happened, should be enough to stir your blood to find out what is going on. Whatever it is could reach Herth as well, or Ophidia. Strange things have been happening, Vall. I think we should be investigating this, at the very least," Keyra said softly. Her thoughts going to her parents deaths. She had been investigating for years and nothing hadn't turned up. Yet, now the King is fearful of some strange 'thing' attacking cities. Perhaps she was going out on a very thin limb, but it felt as if the loss of her parents and the attacks on the cities were one in the same. Maybe the attacker had gotten stronger in the last few years.

She sighed and leaned against the doorway, "That aside. Captain, when do we leave? How long do you suspect it to be until we reach our destination?" She was eager to get to the city and find out what it was she saw in the model.

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Von Dranosk
Brass City: Sky Mire

Von address's the group once more in order to see where they stand on the topic of this appointed task and he is not too surprised to hear at least some conjecture from them seeing as they had been pulled from their own personal lives for it.
He casually leaned against the side wall and gave a short sigh before speak.
"I understand.. honestly I do that most of you don't know why you where chosen or what you can give that makes you so special in the cause. But trust me.. I have worked with King Marduk enough to trust in him and his wishes, he is a wise king and has done whats best for his realm since he first sat on the throne." however with that his tone switches and a look of melancholy passes over his face "But this was a request of the Seer's council.
Now I don't know what either of you know of the Seer's but they do not make such request lightly and in their benevolence they foresaw each of us playing a pivotal role in the grander scheme of things. So I suggest that we all trust in what we are capable of and hone our skills for what is to come, because I doubt its going to be easy from the start."

"I mean take a look at us.. Together we represent the three realms and now we represent the councils involvement as well."


Rubbing his neck for a moment Von does take a moment to ponder what to say next, he thought that small speech when well in his mind but that might be from years of dealing with those that just listened and nothing else. His train of thought is interrupted however when the sound of footsteps could be heard clamoring up the gangplank and back onto the ship which soon dispersed into a multitude of directions. However there was one rather loud set of steps coming up the stairwell outside the cabin and in response several boards moaned under the stress.

"Well.. Von notes "Sounds like the crew is back.. we should be leaving shortly if that suits your taste? Von points the question towards Keyra for a moment however there is a rhetorical sound right inside of it.
Von also takes the moment to inform his guest of something that may have slipped their attention.. "In a few moments your going to see why most of the doorways had to be heightened."
His comment have only a second before two quick raps on his cabin door, to which he responded. "Enter!"

His words where justified when the door began to swing open and very large figure walked through and to be more specific a rather large fit woman came in. She stood well over everyone else in the room and still had to dip her head some to enter Von's chambers. He skin was a vibrant but dark almond color with bight with sharp contrasting yellow hued eyes and grey stone pupils on her fair featured face. Two small horn like nubs protrude out from the her forehead several inches above her brows and gave her a slightly ominous look as she loomed over the rest of the group and walked with a firm gate too her step. He hair was dark ashen grey and very long being tied into a large braid going down her back while the bangs where being held to the sides by a thin silver circlet sitting below her horns
Her body was well fit and that shown through her cloths as she wore loose fitting linens with a high leather corset and a large buckled belt sat above a well fitted pair of linen leggings and knee high laced deck boots on her feet. Her physical appearance was quite off compared to what Von mention however he also failed to mention that she was equipped with an extra set of arms.

Each was sleeveless and well toned with her lower two held curved behind her back while she carried a large rucksack in her left. The only thing she wore on them was a large silver bangle on each wrist which jingled with the slight ringing of extra bracelets.

"Forgive me Sir, I was not aware that you had guest." She said with a slight stall in her voice as she eyed the three and adjusted her braid with her lower arms. "No its alright Rioma... Besides these are a new addition to the crew for out next deployment." Rioma only looks across the group once more and flashes a warm smile as she sets the rucksack down. "Well that's quite the surprise, I suppose this has something to do with the summons?

Von nods in response as she crosses a single hand over her prominent chest and gives a slight nodding bow before standing back up straight. "I guess that means we will be sailing together so its nice to make your acquaintance" Her voice strangely masked what she looked like as it sounded more sweet and timid then the voice of intimidation, each note drifted over her lips like a flowers scent on the breeze.
"I brought the things you asked for.. however the bazaar didn't carry the books you where asking for so I had to go looking. The crew are returning to post's and will be ready for departure in the next hour and Samuel was able to replace the Sextant from his last.. incident."

"Good" Von replied "Well I guess I should keep this as formal as possible."
"Rioma this is Keyra, Gavyn, and Sevral.. The king and his Council have appointed them to sail with us on an errand into Herth."
He gives a slight gesture toward the appropriate individual as he spoke making sure Rioma got the right idea.

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“Lass, I'm no' a humanitarian. Kings an' Lairds 'ave armies an' men ta keep their lands safe, an' still we are called on. Mass death doona stir me blood, it sends me from the death. Ta put plainly, tis no' o' concern fer me now,” he said, addressing Keyra but not turning his gaze from Von for a moment. He had been waiting for the Captain to answer his questions, as he was put in lead of their assignment and seemed to know more about the circumstance than first meets the eye. He did, however, take a moment to turn his head sharply and look at the young woman, his gaze piercing as he looked into her eye, through her eye, into her soul. He was gathering her character, reading her, his stare unmoving for a moment before her suddenly smirked at her. “Doona call me Vall, lass. Tis no' how I define meself, an' I doona care fer others ta define me th' same. I'd've thought ye'd felt the same,” he commented before Von did speak to the group.

Tiredly, Gavyn rubbed his eyes, sighing in annoyance over the whole ordeal. He blamed his father, he truly did, for sending him on this journey. If for a minute he thought to share any finds with him, the other would be highly mistaken. Unless his mother told him to. Damn the soft spot he felt for her. “An' who is ta say the Seers' interests are th' best ones? Ya put too much faith in 'em. Ye'd do far bet'er ta represent Herth 'an th' likes o' me.” He truly was not sure what was going to happen on this journey, what they would find. But he was not above high-tailing it out of there if the situation turned to the worst. He had things to live for, things that needed doing. He would not have a note sent to his mother, thanking her for his services and the sacrifice he would make for the realms. Screw the realms. As long as he had his small patch of land, then nothing else mattered.

The young Gryphon turned to assess the new arrival and was pleasantly surprised to be forced to look up to see the face of the woman, not that he minded the view head on. “Ach, ya coulda given a man warnin' as ta th' beauty ye've got on board. Th' 'eart can only take so much,” he said to Von as he bowed deeply to Rioma, taking one of her four hands into his own and kissing the top of it. He released her with a grin before standing back to his full height. “Pleasure ta meet ya, lass. Gavyn Fynion,” he introduced, turning to the others as well that he may formally introduce himself. “I doona know fer w'at t'was brought here fer, bu' ye'll find I've many uses. 'ave ye need o' me, ye need only ask, fair lass. Ye can find me 'bove deck.”

He turned to Captain Von then, loosening his pack so that he could hold it in his hand, his heavy axe held easily in the other. “Lest yer needin' anythin' else, I'd rather be settin' meself up. I've things ta do, ye unnerstand, aye? Oh, an' anutter thing,” he added as he headed for the doorway, pausing for a moment. “I doona think yer crew ta rummage my items, bu' I'd ask if'n th' case be true, I deal wit' th' man, or woman, meself.”

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She returned Gavyn's look as he stared intently at her. Never wavering under his gaze, she wondered exactly why he had been called to join the group. As far as she could tell the only people who had a slight interest in the disturbance was their Captain and herself. Sevral, having been thrown in, seemed to be willing to tag along, but she didn't know if he would be as inclined to learn what was going on as she was. Keyra highly doubted that when it came down to a fight with whatever was destroying cities, she would probably only have two of the men to rely on. The young Vall seemingly made it clear that he wasn't willing to jump in a fight.

Keyra turned her attention to Yo'Von when he began speaking again. We are far from united, Yo'Von, She thought to herself after his small speech. It sounded great, by all means, but the truth of it was far off. It was going to take some time before any of them were closer, though, some might take longer than others. Her eyes shifted to Gavyn then back to Yo'Von. She sighed lightly, once again reminding herself that only time would tell and just as she told the Captain, the battlefield would prove each of their true selves better than words.

As he mentioned when they would be leaving, Keyra only gave him a nod in satisfaction. They would be off soon, and that much she would be grateful for. A little while after, the sound of many boots resounded off the wooden plank outside and soon they were graced with the presence of a very large woman. Keyra couldn't help her shock as another from Herth walked in. The large woman had an extra set of arms and a pair of horns on her head. She was beautiful and her tone was warm belying her large and intimidating figure. Keyra shot a curious glance towards Yo'Von.

He continues to confound me. Maybe... she thought to herself. The situation was growing more and more intriguing and mysterious. The woman's name was Rioma and Keyra pushed off the wall to bow to her as she had before when her name was called by Yo'Von. Ignoring the comments from Gavyn, she turned to Yo'Von.

"Captain," she said, her tone softer than before with him, "If you've need of me, I'll be on deck," she finished and took her leave.

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Sevral tuned out slightly as the conversations dragged on, becoming slightly bored. While he knew in fact what they were saying was important, he couldn't help but still feel as if it were simply tedious chatter. Either way, he glanced around the room, keeping his thoughts to himself as he had nothing much to say, simply picking up bits and pieces of the conversation. He still couldn't get over that accent however, and it took a little more concentration to decipher it in his head, but not much. As the Captain spoke he felt it wiser to act as if his attention was still with everyone, and suddenly it genuinely was as he too heard the loud sounds of footsteps on the planks, and then another even louder set ascending the staircase outside.

"Well.. Sounds like the crew is back.. we should be leaving shortly if that suits your taste" Von said, the last statement more so to Keyra than anyone else. "In a few moments your going to see why most of the doorways had to be heightened." He continued, before a few knocks sounded on the door. "Enter!" Was Von's response.

Looking up, further than he thought possible, he turned his gaze on the new woman as she entered. Sevral raised an eyebrow at her, somewhat taken aback by hear height, let alone appearance. He touched the hilt of his swords idly as he looked up, not so much for defense, but for a little confidence, finding warmth and security within his own craft. He watched as Gavyn approached her, gently kissing her hand before backing away and once more continuing with his slurred speech. Not entirely sure what to do, he remained standing where he was, allowing the Captain to introduce him, and nodding in acknowledgement to her, once more putting on his warm smile.

"A pleasure to meet you" he managed as Von spoke his name, and waved a hand in his direction. He felt no need to approach, and frankly she was fairly intimidating, Sevral being shortest of the men here. He smiled again, then looked to the other man who now insisted on getting himself settled in. Sevral hadn't brought anything except the clothes on his back, his swords and whatever was inside his satchel, but he felt a need to escape as well. Keyra now spoke also, voicing her need to leave too, so he followed suit.

"Perhaps I'll go with you, Keyra," he said, smiling again, "I should like to explore the deck, see what there is to see out side. Especially once we've made way." He nodded again in respect to the woman, and to Von before following Keyra out.

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Keyra turned and gave Sevral a soft smile in acknowledgement to his wish to join her. Once free from the small room, which had grown smaller from Rioma's appearance, she let her wings relax. They fluttered slightly, unfurling to cover her shoulders. Walking out on the deck, she looked up to the sky and took a deep breath of clean air.

After a moment, she began making her way slowly towards the bow of the ship, her eyes shifting about as she gazed at the men and women of the crew. Reaching back, she touched the hilt of her sword and looked to Sevral, "I'm intrigued by your swords. They are beautifully made, did you craft them yourself?"

She was indeed interested to know their make as it was rare she saw such weapons. Her's was unique as well, such a weapon wasn't commonly used and as far as she knew, she was the only one with it.

Sevral followed the young Vall up to the decks of the ship. No, it wasn't just him, she did walk nice, he thought. He then turned his attention back to the matter at hand, admiring the crew as they worked and glad to be free from the confines of the small room and presence of their Captain.

He followed her along the deck towards the front of the ship, running his hand along the rail as he went, checking the craftsmanship of it, and finding it suitable. He looked to her now as she stopped and seemed to relax, then touch the hilt of her sword.

"I'm intrigued by your swords. They are beautifully made, did you craft them yourself?" she asked finally.

Sevral nodded, smiling as he glanced down to the two twin blades he wore at his side. "Indeed," he replied. "Forged 'em myself, folded, cooled, sharpened, designed, everything..." He stopped, not wanting to seem like he was bragging. "I own a small craft shop back home, unfortunately it seems like it'll be going out of business soon." Sevral thought about this for a moment, his face becoming saddened as he recollected on past events, his gaze drifting towards the sky. He suddenly pushed the thoughts of his mind however, and looked back to Keyra.

"I must say, yours is truly a magnificent weapon as well, I don't think I've ever seen such a design." He looked the weapon over for a moment, flexing his grip on the hilt of one of his own swords as he did so. It truly was a beautiful blade, and no doubt well crafted, and capable of doing a great deal of damage.

Turning her head to look at him, she returned the warm smile and looked down at her blade. She tapped the handle then crossed her arms over her chest.

"My sword master crafted it for me. I trained and lived by this weapon for many years. I'm happy to be in the presence of another swordsman."

Keyra paused for a moment, her thoughts drifting deeper to the voyage at hand. Sevral hadn't really spoken much on the subject of what it was they were asked to do. She was curious as to what his thoughts were.

"What do you think, Sevral? Of the company we find ourselves in. Of the Seers and the King who asked us to find something that they have no information about?"

Sevral nodded again, adjusting his gaze from the blade to the wielder herself and taking a moment to admire her as well. "He must have been a great man," Sevral said, thoughts of his own master plaguing his mind again. He didn't like the subject, it made his emotions conflict, sadness and thoughts of revenge ever present with the topic. He was grateful when she changed it.

"What do you think, Sevral? Of the company we find ourselves in. Of the Seers and the King who asked us to find something that they have no information about?"

Hmm, he truly didn't think much on the topic, and he wasn't much to let people know what he was thinking, but he assumed she was trustworthy enough. Sighing, he looked at the sky for a moment.

"Honestly, I find this Captain to be a strange man. It seems like when you make up your opinion about him, it suddenly changes. He's full of mysteries... I don't know. Gavyn on the other hand, he seems less than happy to be here, and I truly doubt he'll be of much use. I myself don't even know if I'll be of any use... I'm a sword smith, not a mercenary." He stopped again, returning his gaze to the Vall before him and looking into her eyes. "As for the King and the Seers, I have no opinion on them. I suppose I should at least trust my King, and I'll do just that until he proves to be anything other than what he makes himself out to be."

Nodding to himself and turning away slightly, he leaned against the rail, looking out to the docks and city beyond. "So," he started again. "What about you? What's your take on things?"

Keyra nodded in agreement. The Captain was certainly someone full of surprises. She reached up and tapped her lip gently with one finger as she thought about her own response to his question. She liked Sevral, he was honest, something she respected. With a soft sigh, she put her hands on her hips and leaned backwards slightly, easing the tension in her lower back.

"My take on things," she started softly, "Well, I agree with you about our Captain. He is deeper than what I thought him to be. Perhaps, maybe I was in the wrong when we first met. Gavyn..." she paused slightly.

"I don't know, if he were convinced that this was something worth his time then maybe he would be of use. As for you, I believe you don't give yourself enough credit. You're a sword smith. You know your blades better than anyone and I'm sure that when the time comes you will be more than useful. Myself, I'm here not just because they want me to track," she took a breath and looked over to him. She was almost his height, standing just below his shoulder.

"My reasons lay with revenge. I lost what was dear to me. All this time I've been trying to find the culprit, and never getting anywhere. When the King called me, I thought that he had something of a lead on the killings. Instead I find myself here chasing some demon. Who knows, maybe this demon is what I've been looking for."

She stopped, realizing that perhaps she had spoken to much. Keyra cleared her throat lightly and resumed her earlier position, arms folded over her chest and her gaze steady on the horizon.

"The King, I trust. The Seers... well, that remains to be seen. Anyway, I'm sure I've bothered you enough for one day. Thank you for entertaining me," she said and moved a little further up to the bow of the ship. If he wished to keep her company, she would gladly accept it. Otherwise, solitude was something she had grown used to throughout the years.

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Von Dranosk
Brass City: Wind Mire

The deck of the ship was very sparse especially with all the amount of hands on deck, as many of the crew where either Humans or Orlary while the occasional Elf could be noticed. Keyra and Sevral where making some conversation as the rest of the present crew could only work to their own content as they moved by trying to avoid from interrupting them.
Three of the them moved heavy crated materials below deck into cargo while others where occupying themselves with preparing the new shoring lines.


At this moment a small figure began to creep up on Sevral and Keyra making their approach as fast and as quiet as possible before it surprises the two. "Oh my.. look at you, your both new.. so new I don't know you.." The little figure gives a quick gasp of surprise as they notice Keyra's wings and give the two appendages a nice firm tug causing her to fall back a bit.
Luckily Sevral was close enough to help her gain her balance and the two where then able to focus this interloper.
The small voice matched its owner as well as most could guess, seeing as she was a small goblin and with an affinity for small gadgetry attached to her clothing. The little goblin girl had short fuzzy dirty blonde hair with a distinct look of oil and filth present in it, while her eyes danced about the expanse of Keyra's wings. Two small oval orbs of sapphire blue tint that continually could not focus as she just marveled.
"(inhales) Ahh I was right... they are real... real wings, are you like a bird? Can you fly? Do you see the wind?" The little four foot ball of hyperactive giddiness could only keep pouring out question after question until she started to trail off after breaking away from them both and shot over towards a deck port, quickly jumping in and disappearing down within the bowels of the ship.

The two on deck where forced with no other option then to stand slightly stupefied in the wake of what the little goblin had wrought

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Gavyn was able to grab on of the guest compartments and set what he could bare to put down with its confines. The room may have been slightly small for his taste but it was a ship and most of the compartments where built with the idea of saving space in mind more then anything else. The bed however was not a simple cot like most ships but instead it was a rather well made bed even complete with silk sheets and two nicely fitted pillows.
An oak nightstand and a writing desk as well with some ample storage space for whatever he could need to put inside of it. It only goes to think that the other guest rooms are just as finally furnished so at least the other two would feel nicely at home.

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Von looked on at Rioma's reactions to the Gavyn and the others, doing her best to coax a smile from between her lips as to not offend him in some way. But she was quick to put on a rather cross expression when the three had left and she stepped up to her Captain to voice her concerns.
"So this is what we have been reduced to" She slightly stammered with the words. "Are we to babysit them the whole way to Herth." She angrily points at the direction the group left has a fuming anger could be seen risen behind her eyes.

Von only walks up squaring off with her stance and takes hold of the hand Gavyn laid his lips on and producing a silk cloth from his pocket Von wipes it across her knuckles."It will be fine." He answers.

"But they could mess up far more then they realize.."
"I said it will be fine" Von returns and before Rioma could speak again he raised a finger to hush her.

Von produces a bottle from the lower holdings of the wardrobe and opens it offering it up for her to drink and she takes a swig eagerly, her face giving a small cringe as an indicator of how strong it is.
"Rioma.. We have the Kings blessing on this and you know what that means when it involves the Seer's." She returns another worried look before taking another swig of the bottle before Von pulls it away and replaces the top.
"So I want you to go out and call a gathering on the upper deck, I will explain the rest to the crew and we will get under way.. Okay?"

Rioma gives a heavy nod before stepping out back into the hall and making her way back out towards the main deck.

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Gavyn watched the other two members of their little party leave, allowing him to stand solely with the Captain and his First mate. The Gryphon gave a flourishing bow, one of patronizing manner as a means to excuse himself from the present company. "See ta yer crew, Cap'. I'll stay from yer way." And with that, he was also out the door and back down to the small room by which he was assumed to sleep. Bah, if he wanted to sleep, he was sure there would be a perch upon the deck that would be free of a body. Still, he needed a place to store his belongings, the few that he had with him, and the small room would prove suitable in the least. Once arriving in the room, he ignored the drawers and upturned the mattress he was to sleep on, leaving only the wooden stand it was set upon. He removed from the pack his sleeping roll, cleaning supplies and fiddle, leaving the flask, canteen, herbs, and sewing kit within. He then folded the pack and placed it upon the wooden rack, replacing the mattress in its proper spot and remaking the bed as if it had not been disturbed. He had never slept on a bed so fine, not one of his own, and he wasn't sure why such a ship would accommodate such luxurious means. Perhaps they transported dignitaries? No matter. The axe he placed by the head of the mattress, claiming the area as his own. He breathed deeply the air, taking in the immediate scent before being satisfied with the surroundings, knowing if someone infiltrated his area or not.

His work finished and his fiddle and cleaning oils in hand, he moved upward toward the open skies, breaching the top of the deck and feeling the warm air blow over him. He missed the chill of his home, the high altitude, but he would manage here. He passed by his other two companions with a short nod of acknowledgement before looking for a place to set himself up. His first choice was for the nest that sat high atop the main mast. He slung his fiddle over his shoulder, having long ago strung it with a leather strap, secured the bow to his hip, and set his supplies in his pocket as he easily pulled himself up the rigging. He continued his climb, enjoying the freedom he gained from less than solid earth beneath his feet, until at last he reached the nest. He doubted many used the space, especially in the thorough of taking off from the ground, and decided that he would not only be out of the way, but less than disturbed in the small area. Removing his belongings, he took a seat and then took up his instrument, carefully cleaning the item and oiling the strings with great care and precision. He tuned it as well, being sure that each plucked note rang true and that when the bow traveled over the strings, the sound would be pure, singing out to the masses.

As he cleaned, a tune came humming from between his lips, his foot tapping to the beat. The song was unbidden, a subconscious choice that could have been inspired more by what Keyra had said than anything else. If the attackers eventually found his home, his rage would never be quelled. Worse, if they had harmed his family...

"Axes flash, broadsword swing, shinin' armor's piercin' ring. Horses run wit' polished steel, fight 'hem bastards 'til 'ey yield," he began to sing softly, recalling the war song that was sung the last time his Laird's lands were invaded and the wise man led his men into battle. The words had inspired him, against all hope, that the men would fight the invaders back and bring peace back to their land. He remembered watching his father joining the ranks beside the Laird's son and turning to the twins and their mother with a grin as he was about to disappear over the hill on his red roan. 'Fight ta keep this land yer own,' he had sung along with the men, but it had seemed like he was speaking straight to Gavyn that day. Of course, he had returned, as did a large majority of the men. But the image stuck with Gavyn, and the song, the March that he would never forget. Unwittingly, he took up the instrument and ran the bow over the strings, giving a clear cry from the fiddle for a moment before stopping abruptly. No, this was not his war, not yet. For all purposes, it was not yet war either. No, if he were going to play, it would be far different than the song of blood lust when they were so confined on the airship. He knew better than to potentially inspire a fight with his music.

Instead, he changed his mood with a single deep breath and began to play an uplifting tune, one of nonsense and fun that was often popular in the pubs back home. He played strong and loud from his seat in the nest, the invisible harbinger of music to the ship below him. It was meant to calm the nerves and raise the moods, making the transition of new passengers aboard the well-oiled machine far easier to manage. He sang more so to himself, not allowing his voice to carry down to the rest as the nonsense spewed forth. Perhaps, he would provide a jig or two for the crew once he had improved his mood and if the Captain allowed for such a thing. Morale was always an important thing to keep up, and so long as he had himself a nice drink, he'd be more than obliged to keep them all entertained on their journey.

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Sevral looked at the odd misfit standing before him, and questioned her reasoning behind the somewhat rash pull on Keyra's wings. Quickly moving to catch and settle her back onto her feet, he looked down on the small goblin, noting her somewhat messy appearance. Truly an interesting character, and real chatter box, he thought as she continued on, firing question after question towards Keyra. He watched as she disappeared, allowing them to return to the conversation at hand, but couldn't say he wouldn't miss the little devil. She seemed like she'd be quite entertaining, when not harassing other people, that is.

It wasn't long before Gavyn passed by, and he silenced himself for a moment, returning the nod he gave them with his own. He followed the Vall's movements across the ship with mild interest, watching as he began climbing up the ropes towards the crows nest, settling in nicely before beginning pass the bow over the strings of his instrument. He payed little more attention after that, finding it somewhat challenging to keep his eyes from the young woman before him, but glanced up once more as a peppy tune rang down. The man played with tremendous skill, the sound of it making Sevral feel as though all his worries about this mission were melting away, only to be replaced by a burst of happiness. He struggled somewhat to contain these feelings as always, still preferring to hide any emotion as he listened to Keyra's response to her own question.

She spoke of the Captain, how he seemed deeper than what he gave off, and of Gavyn. He nodded in agreement to her words, but couldn't find the courage to do so when she spoke of him, still doubting himself slightly as he looked away again.

"My reasons lay with revenge. I lost what was dear to me. All this time I've been trying to find the culprit, and never getting anywhere. When the King called me, I thought that he had something of a lead on the killings. Instead I find myself here chasing some demon. Who knows, maybe this demon is what I've been looking for."


This perked Sevral's curiosity, revenge was something he knew about, as well as the feelings of getting nowhere in the vain quest. He fixed his gaze back on her and smiled again as she cleared her throat, seeming to be uneasy with what she may have just said.

"The King, I trust. The Seers... well, that remains to be seen. Anyway, I'm sure I've bothered you enough for one day. Thank you for entertaining me," She finally finished.

Sevral watched her pace away, admiring the slim figure for a moment as he struggled to keep any unsightly thoughts from his mind. He was indeed tempted to follow, but he had nothing more to say. He could always come up with any random topic, but he didn't want to chase her all over the ship. He sighed, struggling with his mental turmoil, attempting to make up his mind as listened idly to the tune of the fiddle from above. Smiling again, he managed a short laugh as he looked back down to his swords. For now he'd leave her to her thoughts, he concluded. Still, he looked just once more towards the bow of the ship where she was standing, his eyes transfixed on her hair swaying gently in the breeze, the gold armor reflecting the sun's rays, making it seem as if she radiated pure light. He smiled again and returned his attention to his swords, deciding that he should sort through his own thoughts about this mission. He nodded silently to himself and stood from the rail then stretched and walked off.

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Sevral wandered aimlessly for just a few moments before he finally got tired of thinking. He didn't know why he couldn't concentrate, but still. Sighing he stopped for a moment, he needed something to do, but what could he possibly do on this ship? True he could cause some trouble, but that probably wouldn't go off too well, and he needed to make nice with the crew and Captain. Sevral contemplated a few options in his mind as he tapped on the hilt of his sword, feeling the fabric that was woven around it idly with his fingers.

Looking around, he suddenly realized he'd wandered all the way to the other side of the ship. Explore? No. He really wanted to walk back over to see Keyra, though he didn't know why. Something about her caught him off guard and set him off. Sevral, he thought to himself, careful with your thoughts... Sighing he decided it was safe to head back to the front, and upon his arrival, he was met with a truly spectacular sight.

He looked up to the bow of the ship where he had left her, and found now that she was completely engrossed in combating the air around her. He watched her body move to and fro, completely one with the weapon as each strike flowed perfectly into the next. Truly a masterful swordsman, or woman? He didn't think it mattered. The moves were executed flawlessly, each step matching the stroke, completely balanced and unobstructed by outside thoughts. Sevral smiled at the girl, watching the scene. Somehow just the way she moved with her blade, the way they seemed to melt together, acting as one body instead of wielder and tool, it was amazing. He couldn't help but find this even more attractive as he leaned against the rail.

He watched for a few more moments, when suddenly a thought dawned on him. He looked down to his satchel and dug in it for a moment, remembering he had still a bottle of ale. While he wasn't sure about the drinks on the ship, he felt it was okay so long as they hadn't set sail and it wasn't to someone of the crew. Looking up into the crow's nest he hollered to Gavyn, tapping the bottle as he did so.

"Ahoy mate, care to come down and have a nice little chat?" He smiled up at the man, raising the bottle and swinging it gently in his hands in a sort of taunt. He nodded towards Keyra who seemed like she was in her own world, totally focused, sure that she probably wouldn't cease any time soon. "Drinks and a show, come admire the view!" he added.

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The tune continued playing, lazily, he ran the bow over the length, consciously keeping the tempo at a minimal pace. He knew that if he got too excited, to invested in his playing, he would only play quicker, quicker, and quicker still. It was a game he used to play with his father, which of them could play the same piece better. He often lost in his learning but slowly, as he aged, he bettered himself. He surpassed his father once, much to both their surprise before they celebrated the feat with ale a plenty. He didn't realize how much he missed his home, and not the physical place itself. He missed his mother and her fussing, his father and his teasing, his brother and their mutual understanding.

He heard the cry from below and popped his head out of the bottom of the nest, his playing stopped abruptly at the request. A drink was something he very much felt he needed at that moment, and he was a far better drinker when in the company of others. He grinned at the man and stood from his spot, letting loose a laugh. He played a quick jig upon his fiddle before once more strapping the instrument to his person. With a heave, he flung himself over the side of the nest, seeming to be forced to come crashing down to the deck below and break near all the bones in his body. The Gryphon was nothing but daring as he reached out and took hold of a loose rope, using the item to swing himself down at a less harmful pace. He landed with a loud thud beside Sevral and once more wrapped an arm around the man, the other taking hold of the bottle to examine the contents. "A fine ale, an' near full! Ach, we've ta be remedyin' that," he said, his gaze glancing from the bottle to Keyra as she danced with her blades. He looked back to Sevral and a chesire grin crossed his face. "Ah, ye've be'n bit! 'as th' wee mouse be'n snared by th' hawk?" he asked teasingly, tipping the bottle back and taking a deep gulp from the contents.

"Me mousy-Sevral, 'ave ye made yer move fer th' lass?" he asked proddingly, handing the bottle to his companion and urging him to drink. "A fine lass, she be. Quite easy ta gaze at an' causes a stir 'neath th' trews, aye?" he continued to tease, releasing Sevral and leaning back against the mast. His thoughts swirled a moment before an idea struck him. "Ah, ye wish ta watch th' show, bu' ye must garner 'er own looks. Yer ta put on a show! Catch 'er eye, lad!" he crowed out, laughing a while and giving Sevral a nudge. He couldn't help embarrassing and teasing, it was the right of an older brother. And while he was young himself, he had only ever been an older brother. His eagle eyes gazed back to Keyra, seeing her movements in great detail, ever flick, twist, turn, and thrust. Yes, this one had fire. He'd have fancied a romp with her, but for the sake of his newest friend, he would instead flirt with no substance. "Doona make me give 'er a show, wee mouse. Ye'd no' 'ave a chance 'en!"

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Sevral watched the man come barreling over the side of the crows nest, and just about let out a cry for mercy. He wasn't sure if either the man would come crashing down and hurt himself, or if he'd rather land on Sevral. Stepping back slightly he watched as suddenly Gavyn took hold of a nearby rope and used it to slow his descent. Sevral still couldn't help but jump and retreat further as the man landed before him. He eyed him warily, somewhat surprised at the audaciousness of the action and was caught slightly off guard as suddenly he was in the man's iron grip again, stuck beneath one arm as the other shot quickly towards the Ale. He watched Gavyn check over the bottle, being sure that its contents were sufficient as he spoke.

"A fine ale, an' near full! Ach, we've ta be remedyin' that," Sevral couldn't help but smile at the man, perhaps he wasn't as much of a barbarian as he had first thought him to be, he seemed like he was in a fine mood and ready to be sociable. "Ah, ye've be'n bit! 'as th' wee mouse be'n snared by th' hawk?" Sevral looked up suddenly from Keyra to Gavyn as he said this, attempting not to blush. Perhaps he should've been a little more subtle, this outward display of emotion was not his thing, and he didn't know why he didn't care who knew.

"Me mousy-Sevral, 'ave ye made yer move fer th' lass?" Sevral laughed, shaking his head in amusement as Gavyn passed the bottle back to him. He allowed himself a quick swig, though making sure to leave plenty for the giant who still held him tight as he continued. "A fine lass, she be. Quite easy ta gaze at an' causes a stir 'neath th' trews, aye? Ah, ye wish ta watch th' show, bu' ye must garner 'er own looks. Yer ta put on a show! Catch 'er eye, lad! Doona make me give 'er a show, wee mouse. Ye'd no' 'ave a chance 'en!"

Sevral took a moment to contemplate the words, more so as he tried to discern them, attempting to think past the accent. He took a moment to look at Keyra, then back to Gavyn, and couldn't help but smile again. He passed the bottle back to the man now, tapping the leather wrappings on his sword.

"I have absolutely NO IDEA, what you are talking about!" he said finally, and a bit defensively. "I do believe you're hallucinating." He nodded a bit to himself, attempting again to hide his blushing. While the proposition to put on a show was indeed great, he never enjoyed to be the center of attention. The idea however of gaining Keyra's attention might just be worth it, he mused, but then he shook off the thought. "Mousy Sevral?" He chuckled to himself, wondering about the name for a moment, "Think you can put on a better show eh? That is a very tempting offer, and I take it you calling me a mouse is supposed to make me want to show off more?" His gaze drifted back to the young Vall at the bow as he spoke, his eyes following every move. He wouldn't jump into things, for now he hoped that at least extended periods of time on the ship could merit something. Jokingly he said happily, "Drink some more and shut up my friend!"

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A roaring laughter escaped Gavyn's lips as Sevral did everything to deny his knowledge of what Gavyn was talking about, though the man's face was quite easily readable. He took the bottle gratefully and tossed it back again, letting the liquid flow down his throat and into his gullet. He smacked his lips in satisfaction before grinning widely. "Ah, mayhaps I be. If'n ye doona wan' th' lass, ye wouldna mind me lookin' ta take 'er 'en. Fine lass, warrior. Still soft in all th' rig't places though, aye?" he asked with a wink, trying to get a rise out of the swordsman. The man had a tell and it was easy enough for the Gryphon to pinpoint exactly what it was. The soft spot for the sweet Vell woman certainly helped as well.

The large man flexed, stretching his muscles and loosening them as if he were to make good on his word to give a show for the lady. "Aye, Mousy-Sevral," he agreed, nodding his head as if it made all the sense. "I say Mouse, 'cause ye are a Mouse. Wee an' quiet. Me shows are fine, bu' tis true, always bet'er wit' a partner, aye?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "Mayhaps th' lass t'would honor me wit' a private dance."

"Drink some more and shut up my friend!"

Without a second thought, the last of the ale was gone, easily chugged away into the near bottomless pit that was Gavyn. He placed the bottle down before taking his fist and punching Sevral in the arm. He didn't do it maliciously, or as a sort of revenge. It was meant as a show of camaraderie, that they were considered friends. Of course, no matter how he may have thought he softened the punch, Gavyn never was one for being able to properly gauge his own strength. "We've a dif'ernt sayin' back 'ome. 'Drink an' be merry!' Ya cannae do both wit' yer gums flappin'. Bu', seems yer outta ale." The Gryphon took a step closer toward Sevral, towering over him as he slowly approached, his smile ever present. "W'at now, mate?" he asked, continuing his slow approach. Of course, what may have looked like him picking on the smaller man, or trying to bully him, was really his way of asking what sort of plans the other had in his head. One word made all the difference. Mate. Friend. He wouldn't harm Sevral, lest he gave him reason to. And if the bond grew stronger, even then he would refuse to do him harm. Good friends were as family where he hailed from. And he missed having a smaller brother.

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Sevral knew Gavyn was merely joking, but still, he couldn't help but feel his face becoming redder with each of the man's words. He was even more taken aback at Gavyn's announcement of her still being 'soft in the right places.' Sevral nearly collapsed, though he wasn't sure why. This idea that the man spoke of gave Sevral even worse ideas, his mind racing with thoughts he'd rather not accommodate, or did he? No, bad Sevral... Bad, don't let him get into your head, he thought to himself.

He tried to manage a smile, turning away in the middle of it though to hide the emotions that were sprawled across his face in the form of a vibrant red. He felt somewhat stupid, why'd he start this conversation? He just caused himself more mental anguish at the cost of Gavyn's playfulness. If Sevral had something to taunt the man back with, any sort of rebuttal he'd take it, but he saw nothing as of now. His thoughts were interrupted as the man continued on.

"Aye, Mousy-Sevral. I say Mouse, 'cause ye are a Mouse. Wee an' quiet." Sevral didn't think he was that quiet, at least not around people he knew. He was about to respond when Gavyn cut him off, his words being their own deadly blade in Sevral's mind. "Me shows are fine, bu' tis true, always bet'er wit' a partner, aye?. Mayhaps th' lass t'would honor me wit' a private dance."

Sevral tried to maintain his calm composure, knowing very well the man was simply playing, trying to test him. He heard the bottle slam down, the hollow sound meaning it was empty. That didn't take long he thought as suddenly he felt Gavyn's punch over his arm. While it was light-hearted and playful, it still knocked the man slightly off balance, and Sevral scrambled for the rail to keep himself from landing hard on the wooden deck. He turned his attention back towards the man, and found suddenly he had moved even closer, and was now towering over him. Sevral having just regained his footing stepped back, straining his head up to look at the man who had a wide grin spread across his own face, painted in devious, mischievous thoughts.

"W'at now, mate?"
Sevral couldn't help but feel intimidated, his own meager height paling under that of Gavyn's. He looked up helplessly, knowing well that Gavyn meant absolutely no harm, that this was some way of saying they were on good terms, friends, and that he wanted to know what Sevral had in mind. The man didn't get much of a chance, he was overwhelmed, his thoughts jumbling. Perhaps Keyra was watching, should he try to be manly and play along? What if he embarrassed himself. Oh, that wouldn't be good... he ran several scenarios through his head within moments, and found it all too much. He then did the single, most dumbest thing he could possibly do in such a situation. He let out a frail squeak, unintentionally of course as he dropped, the world swaying to the left before going black.

He hit the deck with a dull thud, he had no clue what just happened, he had no clue why, he didn't even know that he was unconscious, an idle figure beneath the giant that was Gavyn, he simply laid there, unable to do anything more.