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Von Dranosk

Look to the sky and witness the majesty of my domain.

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

Description

Name:Shos Yo'Van Dranosk
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Race: Orlary

Appearance:
Standing at 6"1 Van is most like a typical Orlary.
His flesh is a fair olive color with some small deviations in color where the metallic sections of his body intersect with his actual flesh. Years as a Royal Guard have taught him to keep his body fit and taking care of himself has helped to minimize scarring.
Von has light brown hair and hazel eyes, while the metallic patches on his body are mainly a dark bronze color. He keeps his hair pulled back and tied into a large pony tail which he keeps held up by silver bands but when untied, his hair reaches to the middle of his back.

Equipment

Belongings:
Van owns several pieces of high end clothing made of both linens and fine silks, In combat he wields a honed spear left too him by his father and a short sword that was a gift from his mother on becoming a captain.
He wears a sash across his midsection that is a family heirloom and a gold bangle over his left wrist as well.

Van is the captain and owner of the sky-ship Wind Mire, a light vessel manned by a crew of only a dozen or so sailors that work for him.

"The Lunar Harp"
This is the name given to the lineage weapon that Von wields, it has been passed down through his family for the past six generations and is a notable prize among them. It can be used to channel his natural energy through short distances and in his hands become an extremely formidable weapon. The greatest aspect however is the spears ability to stretch in length at the will of the holder, barring several small physical ques. It is not known how far the weapon can actually reach and full extension but the length is believed to be substantial.

Training:
Like many of his kind Van has been trained from a young age to improve his martial prowess, whatever weapon he lays his hand on he has an almost innate ability to realize its possible uses and abilities. He has also been thoroughly trained in the use of his own special ability that many Orlary possess, an organ that sits behind his sternum is capable of safely conducting and generating electricity.
Which in his case can be vented out of any flat surface on is body but in order to project it correctly he requires a tuned weapon much like his spear.

History

Born in the highlands of Ophidia and raised within the walls of his family home of Granosk Hall, Von Granosk is the fourth of nine children born to succession. Like his brothers and sister he was given prominant care and allowed to serve with the royal academy and eventually ended up among the crowns personal retinue.
Von served with distinction until he had done enough to leave and search for his own path in life to which point he returned home to assist with his families endeavors. Then two years later his family home was struck by disaster after unfortunate disaster, his father and mother where targets of a plot propigated by his own siblings Corvan & Anessa the youngest of the family. This was a plan to seize control of the family assets while removing their competition in the process and while their plan did fail. It was not without a price because when all was said and done Von's father and his oldest brother Reith had fallen too betrayal. Now today Von's sister Kass now leads the family as duchess while whereas his mother stepped down to teach Kass of her new position.

Five years have passed since the trials of his past and his betraying siblings where locked away, Von has used his wealth to start a business of sorts for himself. A sky-ship was built for him by some connections made during his days in the Guard and now he makes a living selling his services to those that need them.

So begins...

Von Dranosk's Story

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Von Dranosk
Brass City: Reception Hall

* * * *
Marduk the high king of Durnum was now set on a path, one that he himself was intrusting wholly with the See's. His own mind was set in the thought that everything was going to be as expected and nothing would be wrong.
In the past the Seer's lead him and his peers with great perdition into grace and prosperity, But in the back of his mind he could not shake the belief that something was amiss with this whole ordeal. This would be the furthest that any have gone into Herth with the Counsels wishes and to make matters worse the group was not going to be one of the royals choosing. Marduk looked over several lines within the scroll and made sure to reassure himself, hopefully crushing any doubt he could muster.

As he walked the steady sound of his leather soles where followed out from under a perched archway by another set with a obviously more softer step. It was Halbeth the steward was coming up from behind him with a measure of speed to match his, she was over stepping herself because the guards where already starting to gain on her in order to keep the kings personal space intact. Marduk shoos them off however as being the king for over thirty years meant he could trust her with more then trivial matters despite her serving under the last six kings.
She pulls the hood and cowl back from her outfit to expose her sharp elven features too the king.. "Bold of you to present yourself as such with the rest of the council." He says staring back into her silvery visage.
Halbeth gives him a solemn bob of her head as if to politely dismiss the thought and Marduk grins back.. "I understand with how shy you get with the other lords but you must understand they are within the layer of command now and deserve to see you as I do. So if that means dealing with their accusations and taunts then I suggest you find a better outlet for this mindset."

"I understand my King.." Halbeth returns while dipping her eyes towards the floor in a moment of inner shame.

* * * *
The intent steps of the two eventually brake into the open causeway of the reception hall where Von Dranosk had arrived some time before the meeting of the council and was asked to wait here in the hall.
He stood looking out of a large stain glass window peering out over the upper district of the city while the clockwork mechanisms dotting many of the roofs where churning away. He stood adorned with his favorite set of clothing, a pair of brown leather trousers with his best green silk tunic hanging loosely on him. With his sword still on his hip and a wine glass held lightly in his hand, every churn of the gears below he would tap one finger on the glass.
His other hand held the royal invitation that brought him to this place and his forefinger rubbed over the edge one moment after another. He looked over to see Marduk and his cohort as their approach was noticed.. "King Marduk.. To what do I owe this delightful meeting?" Holding his hand out with fingers outstretched.
Marduk returns with a warm smile and the two shake hands in a fervent manor.. "Yo'Van my friend.. its been too long. So I take it your one of the men called in by the Seer's? That word makes Von freeze for a moment "That doesn't bode well with me seeing as its them looming over you as always."
Marduk gives Von a worried look with that reply and glances around the hall.. "Not many take lightly to such words here, especially many of the other nobles." He assures to Von as they both finally release their greeting.
"But in order to truly know what is going to be done here we have to wait on the others to show and then I can show you this." Marduk says as he lightly holds the scroll in front of Von as if in some way to convey the seriousness of the situation.

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Sky Ship - Konclave

It had taken her some time to reach Konclave. For the billionth time since receiving the letter, she pulled it out and read the invitation. It was simple, only stating that her presence was requested by King Marduk. Her eyebrow came down as she stared at the finely written letter. Now, three days later, she was nearing her destination. Her white wings fluttered slightly around her shoulders, pulling close to cover her back and shoulders. The wings weren't large, but they were long, going from the top of her head all the way to her boots. Though they were thin, when she pulled them in front of her, they made a nice shield against anything.

Folding the paper, she put it back in her pouch and crossed her arms over her chest. The air ship was nearing the port, dropping down slowly in the sky as they came out of the rift zone. The captain had manged his ship perfectly through the portal, and nothing had come to harm. Keyra was still uneasy about travel through the rifts, but it had become a necessity ever since the loss of her family. She had been travelling to each of the worlds trying desperately to find who had killed them. While in Ophidia, the message for her to go to Konclave had been sent.

Keyra hadn't hesitated to leave. Being called by the King himself, she was sure she could get some information about the killing, at the very least to inform him of what had happened. Perhaps by having his attention on the problem, the culprit could be caught sooner rather than later, thus settling her nerves. As the ship neared Konclave's port, she prepared herself to enter the city. She had nothing with her aside from the clothes on her back and her rather large sword sheathed in a handmade scabbard across her lower back.

The weapon was huge to say the least, the handle curving away from the blade that arched passed the handle even. It was all one solid piece of metal made by her former sword master. The Vall had created the weapon specifically for her and she had trained with only that sword. Keyra wouldn't know what to do with a regular sword should she ever lose hers. Reaching behind her back, she caressed the handle of her weapon with her fingers. That sword was the only thing reminding her of her Vall heritage and the family that was taken from her.

As the ship landed, the captain shouted out that they were safely in Konclave and for all passenger's to disembark unless they were continuing on with him to Ophidia. Making her way to the landing plank, she was soon off the ship and moving through the port towards the cities tall and imposing wall. It was beautiful if nothing else, though she'd been in Konclave once before, she hadn't stopped to take a look at its capital city. If she remembered correctly it was called Brass City. She tilted her head off to the side. The name suited it perfectly. The wall was a solid piece of brass, and once she was passed it, she noted that many of the buildings were built with the metal too.

Her wings fluttered out slightly as she entered the packed city. Never one for crowds, she took a deep breath to settle her nerves. Keyra spotted what she thought to be the palace. The place where she was to meet King Marduk and quickly set out towards it. The bustle of the city was almost nauseating for her, but she bared it and continued on. Her wings were hurting as she was holding them tightly against her back, fearful that if someone caught them wrong the lightly built bone would break. Keyra knew she was a rare sight to see in Konclave as not many from Herth ventured to the other worlds. Her wings brought more than enough unwanted attention her way and she glowered as she tried to ignore the staring and the whispers.

By the time she made it to the palace, she was in a foul mood, but managed to keep it to herself. The guards immediately blocked her way as she took the steps, mostly because of her large weapon. However, once she brandished the letter of invitation, they let her through. Muttering a short, albeit sharp, thank you, she walked through the double doors and down the hall. Her boots resounded in the silence marking her advance, each step was purposeful and though soft, filled with strength.

Stopped once again at another set of double doors she was asked for her purpose in the city. Pulling out the invitation once again she spoke this time, her soft voice betraying her hardened looks, "King Marduk sent for me. I'm here to see him on business." The doors were opened to her and she once again made her way swiftly and gracefully into the room beyond. The sound of gears ticking could be heard softly in the distance, a unique kind of sound that slightly peeked her interest. However, what was more interesting to her were the two men seated at a rather large table. Her foot steps slowed for a moment as she hesitated, but then she continued on her way and chose to sit diagonally from the other guest who held a glass of wine in his hand.

Before pulling the chair out, she wrapped one arm gracefully under her chest, her fingers outstretched and bowed to the man sitting at the head of the table, "My Lord," she whispered softly then gently sat down. Though her nerves were chaotic, she managed to keep her face smooth. After all, it was the first time in her life she'd been in the presence of a King and she was slightly unsure of how to act. Keyra hoped that her Vall greeting was enough to satisfy.

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Von Dranosk
Brass City: Reception Hall

Von looks to the king as he is offered to take a seat at the center table.."As it seems the Seer's will be requiring this of me and my crew am I not to expect payment for this?" Von said trying his best not to put the words as bluntly towards the king as possible. The king merely gave a small stare of interest in Halbeth's direction and she soon turned to answer Von directly.. "The council is able to pay out what it wishes to any who work for them and in this case a payment of two thousand crown is available to you.
Von could feel his mouth go slack slightly in the back as his head tipped towards the same direction in surprise. "There is no way we could use so much no matter how blatant with cost we could be." he says with a slight yip to his voice. King Marduk leans forward and places both elbows on the table making a crux under his chin.
"I understand that Yo'Von but what you don't yet know is that this could be a final quest for you or your men."
Von gave a slightly grim look as he knew wholeheartedly that the king was not one for speaking such facts lightly and that same ideal had been shown in his past dealings.

At that moment the door across from them was opened by the guards and a woman was let in.
Von was not so absent minded to miss the fact that she had a pair of wings set behind her and he eyed her eerily, his suspicion of her appearance was more outstanding now then the conversation. As she walked towards the table Halbeth leaned in between the two men and spoke to the both of them.. "This woman is Keyra and she will be your tracker on this mission Von."
Von gave a more then apparent look of disdain towards Halbeth and ran his eyes back between the two women. It had been some time since he'd seen someone like her and although her visage was lighter then others from that realm, that did not dismiss his suspicions about her.
Keyra gives Marduk a slightly informal greeting and takes a seat at the table, to which Marduk just raises a hand greets her as plainly.. "Fine to meet you finally Keyra.. I am told you will be able to track for my friend Yo'Von here. I do hope this will not be of any problems to either of you." Marduk turns his eyes over to Von slightly as he says this obviously implying that there would be nothing wrong with this to him as well.
Von reels from the Kings stare for a moment before tossing his hands up.. "No no problem at all Marduk none what so ever." Despite what Von says his body language betrays him and the moment is not sitting with him very well. He has had his own way of doing things for a long time and even though he considered Marduk a dear friend and ally. This whole idea of taking a missmatched group of strangers to save the realms was appearing quite strange to him. To be more blatant he was obviously doing his best to avoid eye contact with her at all cost to his personal awareness.

A deep cold shudder swept through the room as Halbeth drew her attention to one of the adjacent corners lightly turned her body to match. It was the same feeling as before and V's presence was soon crawling its way into the room as she stepped out from the shadow of the corner and continued walking towards the table.
Her leather straps and heavy buckles making small audible noises as she stepped, Von was quick to place a hand on his sword but only released it when he knew what was going on.. "A governmental envoy.. great as if there wasn't enough of this here already." His eyes shot back towards Keyra for a moment before returning to the fully covered woman.

"I see.. so the others have not arrived yet?.. And here I was thinking that the council was prompt on the invites"
Halbeth gives the woman a small gesture as if reminding her that she was witness to the King in this place.

V only shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head to speak once more.. " I returned with the message that you will most likely need to start in the furthest southern marshlands, one of the villages there has just become silent."
V looks towards Keyra for a moment and gives a contemplative nod of her head and even though seeing her eyes in this outfit she was wearing is not possible the feeling of her sight could still be felt heavily.

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Keyra was not blind to the look and hesitation she received from the one sitting across the table. She made direct eye contact with him the moment she settled in the seat, noting the woman leaning over his shoulder to tell him who had just entered the room. The Vall looked away as the King spoke to her, "Fine to meet you finally Keyra.. I am told you will be able to track for my friend Yo'Von here. I do hope this will not be of any problems to either of you."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as the one called Yo'Von lifted his hands and spoke rather quickly. His tone and the way he avoided looking at her spoke volumes. Keyra knew when she was unwanted. To that extent she had half a mind to stand and leave the little gathering that she'd found herself in. If it weren't for the uncontrollable desire to find and bring those who killed her parents to justice, she would have done so. Instead, she stilled her anger at the treatment and decided that this 'Yo'Von' was not worth her time or breath.

"I am the best tracker in Herth, my Lord," she replied, but didn't answer the last part of it being a problem to either of them. So long as her... companion... didn't make it a bigger problem than he already had, Keyra was suited to keeping her sword sheathed.

The woman standing near Yo'Von turned slightly and from the shadows a presence started creeping through the room. To Keyra, it seemed as if the room had dropped in temperature and the hairs on the back of her neck stood making her very uncomfortable. With her senses heightened at the disturbance, she was taken aback when a woman's figure formed out of the darkness. At the sight, the Vall pushed her chair back slightly, one hand gripping the table and the other on her very large sword. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Yo'Von doing the same, but he relaxed soon after. Keyra decided that if the King wasn't bothered by the intrusion, than it wasn't something threatening.

At the mention of 'others', Keyra frowned. One man was bad enough with his distaste for Vall, more could be almost unbearable. When the woman stopped speaking she turned to face Keyra. It was unsettling to not see the woman's eyes, but the feeling that they were piercing right through her told her that she was being looked at directly. Returning the nod that was given to her, the Vall tapped her finger on the handle of her sword. Southern Marshlands. It'll be a trek, she thought to herself.

"The village aside," Keyra started, her voice soft, "What is it exactly that I'm tracking?"

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Travel from Herth to Konclave; Brass City

Knock, knock, knock, knock

The sound was highly intrusive to Gavyn who was still comfortably nestled within the arms of a woman he had been graciously allowed to spend the night with. A grunt escaped him momentarily, and he gripped the woman tighter as she roused from her sleeping state. “Ignore 'em. 'ey'll go away,” he muttered, his eyes peeking out to the window. The sun had only barely risen, it was safe to say the young man was more likely still inebriated than hung over, and all he wanted was to sleep it all away with his companion.

BANG, BANG, BANG!


“The Gods' sakes!” he shouted, grabbing the nearest object and chucking it at the door. The pitcher hit the wood with a loud clatter, nearly denting the object as it rolled against the floor, the water within soaking the floor. He groused, sitting up in bed and running his hand through his hair. He hoped the woman wasn't married and her husband was on the other side with an army to remove him from the cover. He could hear voices from the other end of the door and he nearly fell back to the bed when his name drifted to his ears. They were looking for him?

He stood from the bed and looked down at his companion, her eyes gazing up at his nude form in a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity. The banging began again and he growled, striding for the door and uncaring that his feet were then soaked from the water he had spilled. He opened the door and stood before the messenger, easily towering over the man. “Wha's all this then? Do ya know the time?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for the answer.

“A letter from the King-” the envoy began before Gavyn scoffed and made to shut the door. He had no King, he followed the laws of his Laird, uncaring of what King may say to the contrary. It was a dangerous way of thinking, but his loyalties would not be swayed. The messenger, however, seemed prepared for this and shoved his foot within the doorway. “And from your father.” Now that got the youth's attention. His eyes widened and he thrust his hand out, waiting for the papers to be delivered. Once done so, he slammed the door shut, uncaring if the messenger's foot was still in the doorway or not. His father? He hadn't been gone that long, why would he be contacting him know.

Tearing the letter open, he was ignorant to the woman as she rose and dressed for her day, reading the contents within. “Yer kiddin' me!” he exclaimed incredulously as read the letter over a second time. Apparently, his father had been summoned by this King to appear at the court. Unfortunately, he was unable to go, more like he refused to go, with his mother in her current condition. The woman was pregnant, for the sake of the Gods' she'd been so before! Not only did he ask that his condolences be sent, but that his son be accepted to take up his stead! He had other matters to attend to, important matters, but he knew that once his mind was made up, Kentigern would not budge. Coin for passage to Konclave was included, as well as a small note from his mother, telling him to behave himself and not to disgrace their lineage, or face her wrath on his return. It was his mother's note that had him pulling on his clothing and gather his gear before leaving the older woman's home without so much as a farewell and making his way to the docking area.

The airships were massive, most sharing similarities in structure and design, but all of them holding unique looks about them. He found the one that would be departing for Konclave and arriving at Brass City soonest and paid for passage aboard. He would be lying if he said he didn't marvel at the large machine as it took off into the air, hovering a moment before making it's way to the rift. The flight exhilarated him, and he spent most of his time above deck, keeping out of the way and feeling the wind in his face. He was asked to retreat beneath the decks as they approached the rift and despite his longing, he did so. Passing through the rift was even more of an experience. While some of the passengers cowered, or sat motionless, the young Gryphon stood tall and felt overpowered. Energies he'd never felt before caressed over him, through him, and he swore it even called out to him in a language he had never heard, but knew almost inherently. He felt the moment they had safely passed through and a longing to return back into the rift lasted a moment before his senses returned to him. The remainder of the trip proved to be uneventful, and they arrived in Brass City without delay.

Now this, this was a city. Gavyn had little time to observe the sights as he found himself directions to the Council Hall and made his was there, his height and build granting him a near inhibited stride to his destination. As he was stopped and asked for his reasoning for coming, he handed over the King's invitation, aware that he had never actually read the invitation itself. He was given an armed escort as he entered the building, most likely for the King's own protection. He highly doubted, though, that if he were there for the King's head, this guard would do little to hinder him. Once he arrived at the Hall, he took in those that were already there. A Vell, a few man, another woman in some sort of outfit that he could only assume was some sort of trend in this world. He shrugged and deduced who the King of the group may be and strode toward him, stopping far enough away as to not force any to withdraw their weapons.

“Aye, I've come ta give me Da's, Kentigern MacRae, regrets he cannae make it to yer meetin' King...” he passed, aware he didn't even know what King he was speaking with. He looked over the invitation, before continuing. “...King Mar-duck? I'm ta hear yer message in his steed.” He stopped himself from adding on that he was in a hurry, but his mother's threat rang in his ears. He didn't know what they could possibly want with his father, but he imagined it couldn't be anything too overbearing. Maybe he was to train a prince to defend himself. Regardless, he'd do his duty and be done with it. His eyes traveled back to the Vell, gazing over her wings before settling on her face. He grinned at the lass and gave her a wink, his golden eyes pleased at having another from Herth among them, or so, he assumed that was her homeland.

The setting changes from konclave to Hes Un Morra

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Von Dranosk
Brass City: Reception

Marduk looks at Keyra as she questions what she will be tracking and he pauses a moment to tell her he had no idea another is soon let in after briefly knocking. This person turned out to be another similar too Keyra as well, however it was easier to tell by his sharper features that his bloodline was more prominent.
"Good day and might we have the honer of meeting..?" Marduk exclaims.
His answer came not from Gavyn but from a servant that made his way past the new guest and too the kings ear.. "Oh.. I see."
Gavyn answers with his own response before the room goes silent, In which Marduk only responds.."I understand that you aren't who was sent for so I suggest you just take a seat for a moment and we can discuss how we can benefit from each others cooperation." He motions towards one of the many seats around the circular table for Gavyn to sit.

As everyone stays silent for a moment the true sound of the city could be heard over the ambiance of everything else, With gears and cogs ticking and turning away down below their feet the group could fee the rhythmic motion of the whole of the building under them. A large chime begins to sound from a large clock tower from outside the stain glass window and most of the room shakes with the tone as it rings out.
V's body jerks slightly as the tone hits her and her image is lost for a moment, but she quickly regains her solid form just as fast. The was enough to show that while she was here in this place that she wasn't here in actuality causing Von to scoff for a moment in protest.."So you weren't brave enough to come into the city yourself were you?"
Se just looks on at him and gives a slight hiss through her teeth from behind her mask.. "No actually.. I'm just not one to personally converse with the help." This causes Von to grimace with his eyes and glower at her as the words cut with a small sting

She bask for a moment in her small glory over him as she reaches her leather clinched hand between the King and Von pressing it on the surface of the table.
"To answer you question Miss Keyra we don't know what is causing this to happen and so the quarry for this hunt is still unknown to even myself. I can however show you this." He hand begins to meld with the table and an inky black mist begins to flow out forming into a dark ebony shadow as it travels.
As it moves along the table the shadow begins to take the form of buildings and houses perched along streets and a large was starts to form around the outside.
"Four villages, six towns, and two cities have been lost too this threat. Now we believe this will be their third city and due to the vastness of Herth we are unable to get word from them in time to know of what has transpired. We are lucky in this moment to know that this has only happened in the last two days and seeing as it is usually a month before word reaches us on this fact action must be fast."
The growth of the black visage stops with a detailed model of the small city before them. "We just need you to begin by investigating what has happened to this city and from what I know the rest of your orders will be discerned from the scroll." As Von swallows his anger for a moment he begins to look over the suprisingly detailed construct that sits before him, standing only to see the other side and marvels at the detail in the streets and houses blinking as he can even see cracks in the stonework.

Marduk takes this as a cue to open the scroll and read its contents too the group and clears his throat.
*By order of the Seer's Council we hereby declare the persons gathered by royal decree to be the tip of our spear
against the darkness prevailing on this and all realms. You will be sent Herth in hopes of quelling the first of many outbrakes from this new threat and will be expected to do so to the best of your abilities and in return you will be rewarded. Those who wish will be granted a Pardition that can be claimed in name among any of the three realms. This will allow for an unequaled favor among any of this Councils recognizing peers.
We request that this scroll be kept on your person at all times for us to know of your progress and keep in contact.


"A Pardition.." Marduk follows after a short breath "One such at these have not been given in over a century."

"How quaint." Von adds "I already can't wait for this little quest to be done." V pulls back her hand and laughs for a moment as she pops the knuckles on her hand. "I can already see that this is going to be an entertaining event to keep my eye on. But for now I must return back to Herth, but I will be reaching out to speak to you all again in the future. As the envoy for the governing body it is my interest to seek their interest. So with that I bid you all farewell.. for now."
V's leather clad face widens as it could be told that she was ginning behind the mask and she bows before her form begins to dissolve once more into the shadows from where it came.

Von shudders for a moment in disgust.. "Gods I hate those.. things!.. As if the inclination for this was not enough to take another bath." His face showing an apparent amount of sickness.
"Yo'Von!!" Marduk exclaims.
"I know your history with Heth and your escapades in the last war, Can I trust you to act with impunity at least for the time being." Von gave a heavy sigh as he looked at the other two across the table.
"Yes your majesty.. I will abide" He says with a light sneer.
"Good.. Now seeing that your ship will be needed during this assignment I am issuing my authority to allow you to take lead of the group and if you come across anyone who you think will be of use in this time you can extend the same reward to them.

Halbeth steps forward and notes.. "There are a few others that where sent a summons to come, Seeing as we are done now I will ask that they be sent to your ship at the docks.. The Sky Mire should be able to receive them?" She questions.

This gets a heavy nod from Von as he snorts through his nostrils and with that Halbeth takes her leave to set with the new arrangements.

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"To answer you question Miss Keyra we don't know what is causing this to happen and so the quarry for this hunt is still unknown to even myself. I can however show you this."

Keyra watched with her eyes widened slightly as the table that the woman's hand had settled on began to build itself into a miniature model of a small city. Standing, she peered over the entire table to see the details of the construction. It was nothing more than a deserted city. Keyra's eyes narrowed as she tried to find something that would help her discern what it was they were searching for. She studied one particular area for quite some time.

"Four villages, six towns, and two cities have been lost too this threat. Now we believe this will be their third city and due to the vastness of Herth we are unable to get word from them in time to know of what has transpired. We are lucky in this moment to know that this has only happened in the last two days and seeing as it is usually a month before word reaches us on this fact action must be fast. We just need you to begin by investigating what has happened to this city and from what I know the rest of your orders will be discerned from the scroll."

Keyra looked up briefly to the woman in leather before returning her gaze to the city before her. Her eyes scanned the buildings before coming to rest at the place she was originally studying to begin with. There was something there, but she couldn't be sure of it in the model. The Vall didn't speak as she stood there, hardly listening to what King Marduk read from the scroll. Keyra narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening in response to Yo'Von's words about the Pardition. The moment the woman's hand left the table the construct of the city disappeared, so Keyra settled back in her seat.

Keeping her anger to herself she tried hard to ignore the words flowing from the man's mouth. Even though the woman had also given Keyra chills, she hadn't thought of her as a 'thing'. She was really beginning to dislike this man. If they weren't in the presence of the King she would have loved to carve his tongue from his mouth. History with Herth? Escapades? And he wants to trust him? Keyra's eyebrow rose in slight interest. She wondered what kind of history Yo'Von had with Herth, of course his reaction to her presence was enough to give her an idea.

"Good.. Now seeing that your ship will be needed during this assignment I am issuing my authority to allow you to take lead of the group and if you come across anyone who you think will be of use in this time you can extend the same reward to them."

The Vall turned sharply to look at the King. Now you're putting him in charge? Whose to say he won't throw us Vall's off the ship just because he can? She thought angrily, the words almost spilling out of her mouth in distaste. Keyra was standing before the second woman had finished speaking. She eased her glare as best she could, turned to King Marduk and gave him the same bow she had when she first walked in. Without a word, she turned on her heel and headed for the door. Her wings stretching out in agitation.

Once she was free of the room, she took a deep breath and continued on out into the city. With her wings once again tightened to her back, she worked her way through the crowded streets towards the docks. She remembered the second man who had entered the room. He had hailed from Herth as well, she could tell from his hawk like eyes. The golden color was something she considered very beautiful, a color that she'd rarely saw in Herth. Keyra was, in fact, a little less angry about the situation. At least there was another Vall along for the ride. Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad. If she could just endure the trip with their... leader, than all would be well.

She was soon standing in the city's port. She remembered the ships name was the 'Sky Mire' and spotted it soon after. However, she was unwilling to board the ship without it's Captain and so she waited near the vessel with her arms over her chest and glared at the city's bronze wall. The last thing she wanted was to give Yo'Von a reason to hate her more.

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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
Brass City: Docks

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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#, as written by Siryn
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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#, as written by Centi85
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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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

* *

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.

* *

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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At first she had not noticed, Ocenia was oblivious to her surroundings almost at all times. In the city with her father and mother she had over heard their conversation of an invitation that had brought Von away from the castle to Konclave to meet the King Marduk. Curiosity, took the young lady and she found herself following from a distance. When she arrived to Konclave her interest in the different culture and architecture rendered her lost within the large city. It had only been hours before she had located an airship that she stowed herself upon. Whether it would take her back to the Realm of Order to her father, the king of Trovan'kall or not was barely a concern to the young woman.

Her intentions were to find someone to ask directions, but instead slumber brought her to a crate room where she slept till the Sky Ship decided to flight. It had only been a few hours of sleep, but her body ached as if it had been a few days on the wooden floors in the bottom halls of the aircraft. Deciding that a crew would more than likely be on board at this point, she decided to duck through the crates through the halls. The longer she wandered the more she realized how much of a sore thumb she was on the craft. Her clothing was still rich in the vibrant reds and purples of her status at home. Her brown hair fell down in a short clean style, while her pale skin showed she was not nearly what she seemed. It was rare that anyone even mistaken her as a Vall because she looked so human. Without her own mental force, her Vall like features did not appear unless accessed.

Becoming lost in the sky ship, Ocenia started to just hope that she found someone to ask directions or talk to. Instead she had not noticed that she entered an area that held a couple of the group members that were part of some mission she had been uninformed of. Considering she was not invited to see King Marduk nor had she been in the Reception Hall to talk to him about said mission. Instead, Ocenia had backed into the one person she had hoped to avoid. The one person who would probably send her back to her adoptive parents, Yo'Von. "Ouch..." she had not meant to run into anything so quickly, it was what she got for not paying attention. When her soft ocean-green eyes slowly scrolled up the man she had run into and a little squeak slipped past her lips as she backed up a bit on the floor. "Sorry..." she said quickly.

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Von Dranosk
Brass City:Docks/Ship

Von had been standing outside his quarters since Rioma originally left, Deciding it was more prudent to wait for her to sound the bell for everyone to meet on deck for his announcement. He waited patiently for the sound to ring out above and bellow deck. But for his own surprise he wasn't alone in the corridor, and an unknown figure slightly bumped into him from behind.
He turned quite fast in an attempt to trying and catch the person before they recovered and found himself looking down on a woman who was not part of the crew. Trying his best to keep his calm he was nice enough to help the girl. "Well miss.. am I to consider that there might be a stowaway before me?" He voiced as he took her hand to help her stand straight "You could of always requested to..try..an..." His speech and face go slightly slack as his eyes set on the young woman's face and he is bereft to realize who it was before him.

"P!..Princess?.. His voice slightly stammered by the intrusion of such erratic thought going rampant in his mind.
The last time he remembered seeing her was during his last visit to see the king some months ago and only then it was still a business endeavor.
There was an inherent twist in him as his body wanted to at least court her presence like he was still in the service of her father, but for the most part he attempting to stifle more then just a few strange reactions coursing through him.
"How are you?...Why are you?..
He was unable to form a sentence that would correctly question the young royal and his time for that would have to wait as the sound of the garrison bell was hear ringing in the distance of the lower deck. Von was force to take some form of action as he took a light grip of her arm and opened his cabin door once more coaxing her inside. He looked at her with a deep intent as he spoke.. "By all that is grand and holy do not leave this room.. we will finish with this later." He closes the door and locks it with his key that is produced from his breast pocket and quickly puts it away. But before he can wholly step away from her confines he places his face against the door and lightly yells "And don't touch anything.."

He began to walk away and settle himself using his hand to comb his hair back that got unsettled and straightened his tunic, He stepped out from the entrance and made his way towards to the main deck. As he walked he passed Rioma who was still giving timed rings of the large iron bell, striking it in the right order to let the crew know of the assembly.
Only shortly after passing her did she get the inclination to stop and shortly followed in step behind Von, as well the rest of the crew where pouring from below deck to get all hands present. Von looked out over the crowed of familier faces to see the three guest he hand inquired during his time in Konclave and noticed that for some reason they had started their own entertainment. But the fact that one of which was now taking an unintentional nap on the deck was something that he was slightly sorry he missed the cause of. The gathering of boots on the deck was enough to garnish his attention away from the instance at hand and he soon found himself setting his gaze upon his crew.

He leaned against the rail overlooking the main deck and slightly cleared his throat.."As most of you may have heard.. I was called here on the request of the council. Now as it seem it was actually the higher powers of Konclave that requested my presence." He caught a glimps of four new additions to his crew a thought crossed his mind about new blood for the ship since they where running on a light crew from the start.
Most of the ambient chatting goes quiet for him as he continues "It was the Seer's.. and they have requested our services in an urgent matter that requires our utmost attention." He began to paced slowly on raise deck as Rioma stepped forward and she was soon followed up by the same goblin from before that quickly assailed Keyra and Sevral. She in turn was in tow of a larger male goblin who had many of the same features she did, save for his hair being cut tragically shorter and his tinted eyes where also duller in color. She was tussling with him in order to get below deck and was scrambling with a small metallic device clinched in both hands.

Von gave several raps of his foot against the deck to get her attention and when she looked at him it was like a command to be calm overcame her allowing Von to continue. "Now I know that many of you have very little love or trust for the higher council and I understand that you do. But cannot overlook that this is a prime opportunity for us to make fare more coin then any of you could think." Many of the faces present perked up and more attention was given too the subject as he stared back "That's right.. for anyone that comes and assist in this matter I am offering five times the pay and when the mission is complete a whole years wages for everyone."
Many of the voices began to pick back up and several vocal quids could be made out from others as a tone of excitement came over them. "So.. who is with me?" Von says holding his arms aloft to encompass the sigh before him and his question is met with a fervent cheer from the crew.
Von only smiled at the enthusiasm that was returned back to him and the grin grew with his pride. "Now before we get under way" he added "Several other guest will be joining us and I believe that you might have noticed them since boarding. He points back at the three near the bow of the ship.
"Please welcome Gavyn and Keyra when you get the chance... and do your best not to step on Sevral" Some of the crew let out a low tone of laughter as well there where several snickering noises made by a few of the woman.

Von turns around to look at the crowd once more before leaving and mentioned. "I also noticed that we have several new faces added too our little family.. Don't worry I will be attending to something for the time being but then I will get to speaking with each of you face to face." He gives Rioma a stiff non of his head "Okay Rioma.. Make ready to sail and head for the rift." She returns his look as he walks back inside the upper deck.
Rioma leans against the rail, placing all four hands on it as she leans further in. "Alright Boys!!.. Make for weigh and pull all mooring. We set sail for the rift and danger aplenty" Her voice less sweet then before as it below deeply across the whole of the main deck.
Many of the ship hands make for the starboard side of the ship and begin to call for the release of the lines which several of the dock hands assist in. Others begin gather and pull the gangplank back aboard stowing it within its own cutout relief. The crew where beginning to move like clockwork and soon the deck was flowing with constant movement and alive with the voices of their constant chatter.

Meanwhile the two goblins one towing the other behind approached Keyra and Gavy, the look on the mans face was awash with an intent to speak before the girl broke away and he had to scramble to catch her arm again.
"By the looks of it you must be the one that ma sis had gotten a hold of?"
He gives a quick glance back and forth between the two and even takes second to give a look of question as to what happened to Sevral who was still just laid out on the deck. He shakes his head for a moment and reaches into a pouch on his belt to hold out three feathers towards Keyra. "Izzy can be quite grabby with newcomers.. just letting you know that she is to be watched if she takes any kind of interest."