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Raruna (Runa) Leautia

"If it doesn't make me feel like I'm going to die any time soon, I'm not doing it..."

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a character in “Allevent, Realm of Caith”, as played by Siryn

Description



The Sky Pirate




ImageName: (Runa) ‘Skyscraper’ Leautia

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Occupation: Self-Acclaimed Pirate of the Sky

Personality: Runa is loud, rambunctious, reckless when it comes to just about anything. She is a thrill seeker and anything that gets her heart and adrenaline pumping she's more than willing to do. She's more of an action taker than a thinker. Runa is not afraid to speak her mind in any and all matters and sticks to what she believes in firmly. She's loyal to anyone she calls a friend, and being her friend means being dragged around on any ludicrous adventure she sees fit to have next. Though she's outwardly strong willed and seemingly courageous in all things, she's inwardly lonely, unsure of herself almost all the time and is easily hurt by strong, cruel words. However, she's tenacious and won't stop even if someone tells her to. She hides her emotions very easily, and there are only rare times when she actually shows her real emotions.

Skills: Runa is a fine swordswoman; hand to hand combat is not unfamiliar to her as she’s grown up on the streets and that was often her way out of things. She’s a dirty fighter and will do just about anything to win. In other words, there is no such thing as ‘fair’ in a fight with her. She is dexterous, very flexible and fast. Runa is everything but clumsy.

Strengths: As stated, Runa is an accomplished swordswoman, highly skilled with her blades. She knows how to handle swords, daggers, knives and throwing knives. She is very accurate with her weaponry. She is nimble and fast. Acrobatic is definitely one thing Runa is. She has the strong ability to talk to just about anyone, is caring in her own way and has a hell of a lot of tenacity.

Weaknesses: Runa doesn’t like to show it, but she cannot cope with being told what she can’t do--being put down (which happens often when dealing with other guilds and people that she works for). She hides it well, but this builds up to mirror something of an internal time bomb. Though it doesn’t happen often, there have been times when Runa is not herself and can be easily caught off guard.

Equipment: Runa always has her sword, dagger and knives on her. The smaller of the weapons are hidden all around her body, her dagger strapped to her lower back and her sword on her hip. She wears a necklace as well, a single silver chain with a bauble encircled by silver ending in a sharp pointed purple stone. It was her mother’s at one point and the only thing of her mother’s that she owns. She carries an extra Strannum crystal with her as well in a pouch on her right hip, well secured and on her person at all times. Also in the same pouch she has a small crystal of Aurum, though no one knows how she came by such a rarity. Rumor has it that she stole the stone from a wealthy merchant, other rumors have it that Runa killed for the stone. Either way, she’ll never reveal the truth.

Past: Runa has always been a bit of a rebel. From a young age she was considered a rascal of the streets, living in the poorest part of Barberry. Living in the city of guilds made a lasting impression on Runa. When she was ten, Runa was doing everything she could to make a name for herself. However, she never got far and only ended up with less than she started with. Most times, she often received a bloody lip or wounds as a parting gift from brawls with the other street rats of the city. When she turned fifteen, she tried to join a guild of the highest prestige, only to be turned away without ever getting a chance to prove herself. At twenty years of age, Runa was accustomed to being looked down upon, thus she became more reckless, more rambunctious. It was then that she’d given herself the title of ‘Pirate’.

Present: It took four years, but Runa now owns her own airship. It’s not much, but it serves its purpose. The ship is barely large enough for ten people, and Runa mans it all on her own. She’s put a lot of blood and sweat into the labor of getting the money to buy the ship, but once she had her hands on it, nothing stood in her way anymore. Runa now sails the skies continually trying to make a name for herself. She volunteers herself for off the wall jobs all over Allevent and even jobs that some guilds won’t take because they are either too dangerous or too damned ridiculous to even attempt. The self-acclaimed Pirate tempts fate every day, walking a thin line as she throws herself recklessly into just about anything that looks ‘thrilling’ to her.

Future: Although she’s outwardly bouncy and filled with unnecessary energy, she’s internally striving to be ‘seen’. She still dreams to become a part of one of the larger guilds in Allevent, though she’ll deny it when asked. Even though she doesn’t show it, she is easily crushed by words of discouragement. However, it doesn’t stop her from doing what she wants whenever she wants to. Runa is always looking to get the best and most stunning jobs in order to make a name for herself. It doesn’t matter how dangerous they are or what they entail, she’ll do it if it helps her rise up to the top. Money has no value to her--only status and reputation.

What other characters would know: She’s often loud and not afraid to speak her mind about anything. She’s happy most times, however, when she turns quiet, something is usually wrong.

What other characters won't know: The Aurum crystal was given to her as a gift by the only person in her life to have supported her decision to try to be part of a guild. It is her most treasured item.

So begins...

Raruna (Runa) Leautia's Story

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Raruna 'Runa' Leautia

Her hands steered the wheel of her ship towards the land port right outside of the city of Guilds. How long had it been since Runa had been back to the city? Too long. A smile lit up her face as she watched the city grow larger the closer she got. Slowly she began manauvering the small ship downwards to land in the port. The gears next to the helm of her ship where what controlled the crystals that allowed her to fly through the sky. Adjusting them, she slowed their speed and soon they were on a downward course.

It didn't take long to dock the ship, she'd done it thousands of times before at other cities and ports. Hell, Runa could do it in her sleep if she wanted to. Perhaps she would try it... it sounded interesting! With the ship down and settled, she left her perch at the helm and jumped down to the deck, completely disregarding the stairs. The tiny ship Captain made her way below deck to get her catch.

Well... it wasn't really a catch or a haul of anything to be honest. She'd taken a mission to find a map of the entirety of Allevent, something that many people said was impossible. Of course at the words 'impossible' Raruna was there. Anything to prove a point. So, she'd taken the job. What she wound up with... well that was a different story. Her eyes dropped down to the bundle that lay half curled on the floor. The top of the brown bag was tied shut, opened just enough for air to enter.

Leaning over, Runa gripped the sides of the bag and hauled it over her shoulder. The bag protested, grunting and squirming in her tight grip, "Oh shut up!" Runa muttered to herself with a roll of her eyes.

She climbed the steps back up top and began making her way into the city. If she remembered correctly, the meeting was at a place called Ha'penny Pie. It was perfect, a place she knew well having lived in the city of Guilds for most of her life. Runa adjusted the back on her shoulder and recalled how she'd aquired her 'goods'.

Whilst out searching for said map of Allevent, she'd stumbled across a pecular looking girl. It didn't take much to recognize the being for what it was. Their appearance was so... unique. A Qi'jhariihl was what stood before her. Now, how the hell did Runa manage to stumble so easily upon one such as that girl? Perhaps it was dumb luck, or maybe it was fate working for her. Either way, Runa hadn't wasted anytime. She had rushed the girl, knocked her out and then bagged her.

The rest of the trip was the flight back to Barberry. It had been so long since she'd been back to the city. Months, maybe longer. The self proclaimed pirate sighed inwardly but smiled still as she marched through the streets with her treasure over her shoulder. Runa ignored the looks she got as she moved briskly, of course, weird looks were something she was used to.

It was within a matter of moments that she found the place she was looking for. The sign swung lightly in the wind. Ha'penny Pie, the inn was still in the same place it had always been in since her childhood. Her smile turned into a wide grin for a brief moment before she composed herself.

Turning to face the door fully, she pulled back her leg and kicked the door. The wood cracked, a hinge broke and the door swung wide opened for her, hanging limply off it's lower hinge. If you wanted to make an entrance, make a good one. That's what she always thought anyway. Her grip changed on the sack over her shoulder as she strode into the inn. She had changed her features from the mischeivious smile to that of dead-pan serious.

Tossing the bundle to the ground uncermoniously, she put her hands on her hips, turned her weight onto one leg and tapped her heeled boot against the floor, "I got your map!" She announced, rather loudly as well. Her gaze swept the area quickly before she bent over and pulled back the sacks top just enough to reveal the Qi'jhariihl inside.

The poor thing was wide eyed with confusion, her head tossing back and forth as she was finally able to be heard from the confines of the sack. The girl began speaking in her own tongue, rather quickly at that too. It was hard to understand as the girl would mutter at times, and then other times became loud. Runa frowned deeply, a faint blush filling her cheeks as she glared down at the Qi'jhariihl.

"Damn..." she muttered, "I swear... when I got her... she was already... broken... er I mean, like this..." the Pirate tried to explain to the group before her. She reached up and brushed her hand across the back of her head, her fingers tangling in her brown hair. She gave them all an innocent smile, or innocent enough in her own way.

"Just... wait one second, I'll fix it," she said and reached down for her knife. Taking hold of the end of the back she cut a strip off and quickly began tying it around the Qi'jhariihl's mouth to silence the incessant ramblings in a language no one understood, "Look, if you'd just been quite or at least worked right I wouldn't be tying you up!" Runa complained to the girl as she leaned it close enough for only the Qi'jhariihl to hear.

Standing up, Runa laughed nervously, but regained her composure as quickly as she could, "Well... I brought your map. So where's the reward hu?" Not that she really cared about the money, it was more a matter of reputation to keep. Runa replaced her hands to her hips and tilted her head off to the side slightly, her lips curved up in a grin.

The setting changes from Allevent to Barberry, City of Guilds

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Lawrence Rivers
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"Back off wench. Don't bother with your firearm." Lawrence cringed, audibly grinding her teeth. Who the hell did he think he was? Her first instinct was to shoot the bastard, but she slowly lifted her hand from the weapon, keeping her face calm. She placed her callused hand in the hand of the man still laying on the ground, helping him to his feet.

"Oi, old man. Here is what I owe you." The One-Eyed Grim Reaper said, throwing the coins at the man. Lawrence clenched her fists as the coins rattled loudly against the ground. "Take a hike before I changed my mind." River's resisted the urge to step forward; no one was being threatened anymore, a fight now would be useless and reckless. "We need entertainment once in a while, too bad it was a bummer."

Lawrence scoffed - he called threatening people's lives entertainment? Her dislike grew even more. However, she remained calm, never letting her face slip from it's carefully placed mask of self-control. If she let people such as him get beneath her skin, she'd never make it through the day. Her thoughts were pulled from their present course as the One-Eyed Grim Reaper began talking to the man, Grim, about the job.

"So, what is the job?" He asked casually, pulling out a cigarette. "And, when do I start pops?" Lawrence walked towards the foot of the stairs, not saying anything but clearly showing interest. She didn't want to work with the Grim Reaper, but she wasn't going to turn down an interesting, well-paying job for such a trivial reason.

Her gaze turned quickly to the front of the Ha'Penny Pie as someone kicked in the door. Nice entrance, Lawrence approved silently. She listened as the woman spoke, wondering who exactly she was addressing. Her confusion increased when she opened the bag; River's was too far away to see inside, but was that a voice coming from it? Well, this had been quite a day, Lawrence thought, and it's not even over.

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Lawrence Rivers
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With the situation with the bouncer now diffused Grim was about to send Jedas and Lawrence upstairs to the briefing room with Dr. Serabel and Icarus -- only to be distracted by the impressive entrance of that damnable sky pirate Runa, who despite her heavy burden was practically swaggering as she entered the Ha'penny Pie. "I got your map!" the girl declared loudly, before revealing her pack contained not the requested maps but some addle-pated bint instead. With a grimace wreathing his ugly mug the hulking northlander strode to the entrance, hauled the gagged girl to her feet and stripped her of the cloth sack which he tossed at the pirate. "A little tact would serve you well," he growled before pushing the 'map' toward the staircase where Jedas and Lawrence had gathered. "Up you go," he advised to the lot, turning over his shoulder to give Raruna another glower for good measure. "You as well," he added before storming up the staircase with footfalls that sounded like twin steam pistons running out of sync.

With nothing but ineptitude, incompetence and inebriation for the last two days, it was a surprise that the mission was now coming together so quickly, but that was the way of things sometimes. With only a moment or two having passed after the Applicator had gone upstairs, Jedas, Lawrence, Runa and the somewhat hostage would reach the meeting room in time to hear the doctor reveal the nature of the mission and for Icarus to accept. Jedas and Lawrence had theoretically already accepted the mission -- especially the one-eyed grim reaper who'd taken Grim's coin -- but now would be the time for them to raise their own questions.

"Damn girl's asked to bring maps and she comes back with a playmate," Grim revealed to Dr. Serabel, who leveled her perceptive, bespectacled gaze first on Raruna then on the bound girl. "If I'm not mistaken you owe Ms. Leautia an apology, Isengrim -- she has come back not only with a map but the map." She turned to the girl, "Is that correct, dear -- are you indeed a Qi'jhariihl?" Despite knowing that the book-eaters apparent age could be misleading Dr. Serabel couldn't help but think of her as a child - partly the youthful features and small frame, plus something inherently likable about her wide-eyed stare that recalled childlike innocence.

"As for your question of transportation, Icarus," the Applicator said, switching topics so quickly it was like an engineer discarding one tool and picking up another, "I'll admit I had some worries that we wouldn't be seeing Raruna again after taking her finder's fee, but as she has returned we can avail ourselves of her airship if it is available?"

Grim groaned, and no doubt revealed to the more perceptive of the group that he harbored a distinct dislike for air travel. This explained his casual abuse towards the sky pirate, for he simply could not find it in him to sympathize with anyone who willingly took to those flying deathtraps. Or if you were more psychologically disposed you might question whether he was beating up the girl or rather himself through her, for his weakness. In either case he gave a sudden shudder as he imagined taking to the skies once more.

Grim handed out everyone else's initial wages while Dr. Serabel clarified with Raruna where her airship had been docked. Upon giving the directions to the others in the room, the Applicator stood from her seat. "We set sail, skies permitting, tomorrow at 9°30', or just before quinta for those of you who don't yet appreciate the marvel that is modern chronometry."

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Lawrence Rivers
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"A little tact would serve you well," he growled before pushing the 'map' toward the staircase where Jedas and Lawrence had gathered. "Up you go, You as well," Icarus glowered at her before ordering her to go up the staircase as well. Runa frowned at him, her eyes narrowing as she took the bag he'd thrown at her off her head. How rude! To throw her sack at her and then insult her as well?

"I have tact! You! You...." she growled, biting her lip to keep other words from spilling from her mouth. It would be best to try to stay civil lest she lose the chance she'd been working so hard to get. Finally in the presence of the Applicators, her dream to have a name made for herself other than what she's already accumulated. If she could only prove to the higher guild, the Applicators, perhaps the Free Lancers would be more than willing to take her then.

Raruna followed the group up the stairs to the meeting room beyond the tavern like area down below. The door opened and one of the others, Grim spoke out to a woman sitting at a desk.

"Damn girl's asked to bring maps and she comes back with a playmate."

"Playmate! I did not bring a plaything! I worked my ass off to get this treasure!" Runa shot at the one eyed man, her hands on her hips as she stood off to the side. The sky pirate knew that she wasn't totally accepted in the group, only a tolerance. However, she planned to turn that around, and hopefully soon.

"If I'm not mistaken you owe Ms. Leautia an apology, Isengrim -- she has come back not only with a map but the map. Is that correct, dear -- are you indeed a Qi'jhariihl?"

"As for your question of transportation, Icarus, I'll admit I had some worries that we wouldn't be seeing Raruna again after taking her finder's fee, but as she has returned we can avail ourselves of her airship if it is available?"

Runa perked up at the mention of her beloved ship. Her bright gaze shot over to the woman behind the desk and she smiled, a large mischievous filled smile. Crossing her arms over her chest, the Pirate grinned at the group, "You should know that I'm true to my word. I wouldn't have left you all hanging," she winked, "My ship is more than available... tiny though it is... but it's in great working condition!" She muttered the middle part about her ship being small, but kept her smile, "She's located on the west side of the city, just beyond the city's gates."

"We set sail, skies permitting, tomorrow at 9°30', or just before quinta for those of you who don't yet appreciate the marvel that is modern chronometry."

"Well then, if you all have no further need of me! I will go prepare my ship," Raruna announced and turned on her heel. There were a few things that needed repairs on her vessel, things she could only get in Barberry, Damn I'm lucky that the city of Guilds has what I need... I don't know how well my ship would fare if I needed to fly to another city she thought to herself. The sails were tattered, the mechanisms for controlling the crystals were getting worn and there were a few broken parts to the metal craft. Nothing that wouldn't keep her from flying, but definitely stuff that needed repairing while she still had the time.

The sky pirate looked at the Qi'jhariihl one last time and offered her a wink before leaving the room to descend the stairs. Once she was out into the city, Raruna took to the streets and began working to gather things for her ship.

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Lawrence Rivers
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ZHERYNNIAANALORUM




Zasim eu dasuuk?!

She found herself on the floor, limbs bound to her body tightly by rope that was chaffing into her skin. She had no idea how she had even come to be here and fidgeted against the cold floor. She could feel the hard wood through the fabric of the bag, though she still could not see a single thing. She wildly tried to move about to try to loosen the bonds but that only increased the friction against her body. She winced distinctly, wondering how she was going to get out of this one. Well, more urgently, how she was going to fill her stomach! It was making a rather absurd amount of noise; she was frankly surprised that no one heard it. Then again, there seemed to be a loud commotion going on outside of her bag... There was indistinct yelling and what sounded like a bit of a scuffle.

She heard approaching footsteps and suddenly, the fabric that had been over her head was removed. Her vision blurred with the intake of light and she blinked her amber eyes several times to try to get accustomed to it. She was in a bar. A pub? Regardless, there were a lot of people around. Immediately, she tried to get their attentions but her mind was far too jumbled with what had happened and she was unable to differentiate dialects as effectively.

"Jhameur ly'sind! Washu ek cahre r'lashrei vin'le!" Her words were flustered, speedy--yet unlike in the universal tongue, there wasn't a hint of a stutter. No one around her looked as if they understood and desperately, she tried to portray the trouble she was in with widened eyes. Her kidnapper, a self-acclaimed pirate woman who rambled far too much, walked over, stuffing a gag into her mouth. The woman spoke slowly in her hair, at a volume not audible to anyone else.

"Look, if you'd just been quiet or at least worked right, I wouldn't be tying you up!" She froze a bit, blinking several times again. Was there anything in her knowledge stores that would've prepared her for this situation? There wasn't much time to focus on her knowledge reserves though, as a gruff looking man walked over and lifted her up with ease. She would've panicked but he immediately let her go once he had removed the bag and bonds from her person. She rubbed her arms as she was pushed up the stairs, feeling more like a bit of an object at this point. Jeez! SEEING it was far different than actually READING about it. She had to partially wonder if this was the real reason members of her race made sure not to be caught. If this kind of maltreatment was waiting, she couldn't blame them!

She didn't pay attention to the others that also walked into the room, finding much more interest in trying to figure out her escape route. She had read only a few books on some sort of human that dressed in all black and wielded throwing stars. She didn't have the black tunic... actually... she didn't have any of that, so the thought was kind of useless to her. It wasn't until she was addressed that she was forced to listen in on the conversation, missing the first part of the dialogue.

"... are you indeed a Qi'jhariihl?" She stared at the woman who spoke to her but was noticeably still frazzled from what had happened.

"Miduukhrim ny." Was all she muttered, casting her gaze downwards. She didn't like this, all this decision making without her consent! It irked her slightly but with the deepest of sighs, she tried to resign herself to the unfolding events. Maybe she would learn to like this within the next several minutes or something! The one good thing about being a Qi'jhariihl was that she was prone to preference shifting. So what made her uncomfortable one minute could very well bring her much joy the next.

From what she could tell, they were going on some type of journey? Adventure? Perhaps. Wait. Journey. Adventure. Treasure. Journey. Map. TREASURE? She looked up with excited eyes, all thoughts of displeasure lost in moments. "Yiryndrii! There will be treasure, nehriin? Daishi, daishi!" She flippantly exchanged languages without batting an eyelash, which was probably causing much confusion among the others. Ohh, she just could not help herself, not with mention of treasure. Well, no one actually said the word but it was safe to assume! The pirate woman walked past her, winking on her way down the stairs. She returned the gesture, literally too excited about what she was going to snack on to care that this was the same woman that had kidnapped her.

'I wonder what these new things will taste like!' She pondered to herself happily, already drooling at the thought. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be all that bad. So long as she was fed, she wouldn't be complaining... much!

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So... basically... It was another escort job once more... Great... Marvelous... Fantastic... Wonderful... He could go on with the list of adjectives to attach to this mission he had already accepted without much thought. Well, beggars can't be choosers as they say! At the same time, this will be a good chance for him to redeem himself in some way. Although, he really didn't care about his reputation. Still, it was important for his chosen career and all. So... he cared a little bit. In any case, he studied another female joining the group who had a rather unceremonious entrance. Narrowing his eyes at this, he hated being interrupted especially when his questions was about to be answered. This woman was surely someone he dislikes much like the wench who butted in. Scratch that, make it two females as the content of the sack was revealed to them. In any case, he didn't know that it was a possibility to transport an living being in such a manner. Thinking about it carefully, he shall use the same method as well. It was less hassle and all.

Well, it did not strike him odd hearing the languages spouting from this so-called Qi'jhariihl. Jedas had heard it from the books at his hometown about this girl's kind. Well, it was just the basic as he never had the patience for staying still and all. Well, maybe he could if he was bound or something. But for now, he looked at the seemingly younger girl who was obviously off to her own version of La-La Land. Well, he had those moments as well. It was more fun than this world apparently. Exhaling some of his smoke again, he listened to the details of the mission and the other facts needed to be known by them. Well the gist of it was to protect some harvester thing while making sure no thieves or bad guys get a hand on it. Simple enough and that is fine with him. Although, there was one detail he did not like...

Ship... specifically.... AIRSHIPS... Jedas was not a fan of technology as he had lived in a backwater country most of his life. So, it is not surprising if he hates such modern advancement or be at times in childish amazement of such achievements. For now, the airship was on his hate-list and believe it, this is not the only one on that particularly long list. Adding to that, this is one of the other things he would hate the newcomer of a woman. She likes interruptions and then she has a ship. This does not bode well for any kind of social interactions at all. He finished his cigarette and clucked his tongue at the mode of transportation as for the time reading and all. Well, the clock thing is fine by him although, he still hates reading all those numbers.

"Since, this is over... See you until then chaps. I'm leaving now!" Turning his back at them, Jedas waved his hand over his head and walked down the stairs. He needed to get some rest now which means looking for an acceptable inn. Well, he was still a bit hungry so, he might chow down on some food from the stalls at the marketplace. Without much of an interruption, he left the Pie and went on his way. Hopefully, he does not find trouble along the way in which he seemed to be a part of usually.

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Lawrence followed Grim up the steps, still a bit confused as to what exactly she'd just jumped into. Who was the woman? And the girl in the sack? Why did they need a map? Her mind was spitting out questions too fast for River's to focus on a single one. She kept all this to herself, however, as she stepped around the corner and into a room. Inside the said room was the woman she'd seen earlier; a Dr. Serabel. There was also a young man who had shockingly white hair. That was another man she'd be working with; maybe he'd be easier to get along with than the One-Eyed Grim Reaper.

Lawrence stood a few steps back from everyone, observing silently. So this was an escort mission; just protect Dr. Serabel and the package? That wouldn't be too difficult. While they would be in a dangerous area, she was sure this lot could handle themselves. As she processed all of this information, Lawrence hardly noticed as the pirate woman and the One-Eyed Grim Reaper left. She scrutinized the girl that had been in the sack; the Qi'jhariihl. The girl had suddenly seemed excited, and Lawrence couldn't fathom why. Hadn't she just dragged from god-knows-where in a bag?

It was silent for a few moments, which was nice. River's looked at the people still in the room, her eyes calculating. She sized up the white haired man (had Dr. Serabel called him Icarus?), and decided that, regardless of his personality, he'd be good back up in a fight. His body was toned and his hands were callused in areas that suggested he was handy with a weapon. And though she'd basically already accepted, Lawrence felt the need to make if official. "I'll join you," she said matter-of-factly.

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The small group slowly drifts apart, one by one, as each member announces their departure. Grim acknowledges those remaining with a gruff "Tomorrow, then," before striding out of the meeting room. The Applicator greets and thanks Lawrence for her addition to the group, but after only a few small exchanges she too bids them all farewell. With Raruna's airship as transport the mission will no longer be as grueling a slog as previously thought, but there is still plenty for each to do in preparation for tomorrow's departure. Some of you, like Runa, might be leaving to buy provisions, or like Jedas you might already be prepared and spend your remaining hours looking for food or the night's lodging. Whatever your activities, each of you will have an encounter.

The men are of nondescript appearance, with clothing that marks them out perhaps as a traveler, perhaps a laborer, but nothing so exotic or fine as to draw speculation. Depending on your activities in the waning hours of the evening, one of the men might sidle up to your spot at a bar, or perhaps be standing behind you in line at a shop -- maybe even simply approach you in the street in between destinations.

The conversations are similar: each of you is greeted politely, and each man introduces himself as Cortland, a colleague of Dr. Serabel's. How he knows of your association with the Applicator is left unsaid, but you may be able to deduce that he spotted you in the Ha'penny Pie, and must have followed you thence. Cortland offers each of you a small artifice which he calls a locator -- the lumen powered device is similar in size to a snuff box, and is little more than a metal box with a hinged lid, inside of which is the lumen crystal embedded in finely wrought glyphs, and a small button. Depressing the button, Cortland reveals, sends a wide-ranging lumen wave at a specific frequency which can be tracked via his receiver.

Depress the button once a day to reveal to him the airship's location, and you will be rewarded 500 marks, in addition to whatever you receive from Dr. Serabel herself. With that simple pitch as his job offer, Cortland makes to depart, leaving behind the locator and a small coin purse with five golden monarchs.



MISSION #001 COMPLETE!



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The airdocks in Barberry are situated far from the cliffed coast into which the city itself is built -- the constant updrafts there are too strong and unpredictable for safely maneuvering. Although still within the uppermost tier's protecting walls, the airdocks are far enough from the cliffs for the wind's fury to abate. Here on this wide-open dirt field, a few dozen crafts of varying sizes and shapes are anchored. The largest is a transport ship, which makes its weekly trip to far south Dorstone, for passengers who can afford the expense instead of the longer journey around the horn by sea. The smallest airships are little more than one-man pods that can rise and fall according to their stannum engine's pulse, but have no ability to maneuver in air. These are used for observations conducted by the more scientific guilds such as the Applicators. Airships of every purpose and design in between are anchored here.

Raruna's airship is nestled beside a sizeable military vessel known as a sloop-of-war, and a gleaming sun yacht that must surely belong to one of the city's moneyed elite. On the ground next to the hull, Dr. Serabel stands with a small clutch of workers, giving instructions about her cargo and its safe storage. Somewhat out of the way Grim lies against his heavy travel pack, apparently snoozing the morning away despite the work going on about him.

As stated the night before, the airship should be ready to depart by 09°30', provided that you are all in attendance. The various roles are made clear to each member of the expedition. Raruna is solely in charge of all aspects of the flight, as captain of the airship. Grim is revealed to be knowledgeable of the huldrefolk region, and so once the ship touches down for the expedition to continue on foot (some hours' south of the mountains to avoid attracting huldre eyes), he will take charge of the group. The others are to guard the caith harvester during Dr. Serabel's calibrations, from both any caithness drawn during its operation and from any huldrefolk who come across their experiment.

Once everyone arrives, the ship will depart.

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Her arms were laden with supplies, bags of random material, or so it would seem to those passing her. Rather, Runa had gathered everything she needed in the span of three hours. Cloth for sail repair, metal pieces that were mostly scraps from other ships or the like, bolts, screws and oils for all of her random repair needs. The sky pirate had the rest of the tools on her ship. So, with everything she could ever need, she started out of the city, back to her ship.

It was about halfway that she was approached by a simple looking man. She would have completely disregarded him had he not been staring right at her and his course of direction centered towards her. Slowing down, Runa peered up over the bags that she held tightly in her arms. One eyebrow raised as she watched him carefully. Did he wish to mug her? Well.. he would have another thing coming if he--

"Ms. Raruna Leautia. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, I'm Cortland. I've something I need to give you in regards to Dr. Serabel," the man introduced. He wasted no time and produced from his pocket an odd looking device. Runa watched him carefully, though she liked the fact that he got straight down to business. What she didn't like was that he knew her name already and that she had seen Dr. Serabel.

"This is a location device, all you need to do is depress this button here," he clicked down a small button inside the box like contraption, " and it will let us know where your ship is. It is run by a single lumen crystal. Depress the button every day to reveal your ships location and you'll receive 500 marks," with that he put the receiver into one of her bags and pressed a coin purse right on top for her to see clearly.

Without much time to say anything to him, Runa was left dumbstruck on the street at what just happened. Her mind whirled around in confusion, shock, distrust and curiosity. Her gaze shot down to the purse and then to the device tucked away beside the cloth for her sail repair. With a disgruntled sigh, she continued on her way back to her ship. By the time she'd reached her little vessel it was already surrounded by other vessels. For a moment she feared that no one would be able to find it, but she quickly brushed it aside.

It was getting late in the day and she had a lot of work to do. The sky pirate figured she wasn't going to get any sleep that night as she climbed up the plank onto the deck of her ship. Dropping her load right in the middle of the deck she plopped down, legs crossed under her and picked up the box that was given to her by the stranger. Her eyes narrowed in, her lips frowning as she gazed at it with an incredulous look. Did she trust the man who so suddenly approached her? No. Was she curious as to why he'd given her the box? Yes. Did the money sound good? Well sure, but since when did Runa do things for money? Was it even worth it?

She didn't have an answer to that. They were supposed to protect Dr. Serabel and it seemed like a very bad idea to be giving out the ships location. Not to mention, it was her ship and she wasn't too keen on having just anyone know it's whereabouts. Runa made her decision then and tossed the box back into the bag. She would be keeping that in a safe place where no one could find it and accidentally play with the damned thing.

That aside, the sky pirate got to her feet, picked up a large piece of sail cloth and looked up to her sails that billowed, withering in the wind. A grin spread across her face as she watched the wind-whipped cloth above her. If anything, the trip should be entertaining to say the least.




Early that morning

Runa was tethered to the side of her ship, her body slung in a makeshift holster as she leaned in to finish patching a small hole along the hull of her ship. She'd worked throughout the night, fixing her sails, the broken hull and repairing her gears that worked the lumen's that lined the entire hull of her small craft. Those crystals were dull right then as they had no power in them, but once powered they were a brilliant orange color.

Her tools hung in her belt at her side and she frequently reached down replacing one tool with another. A soft banging sound was coming from the hull as she worked to fit the piece that she'd so delicately matched to the hole. Just small enough to fit, and just big enough so that it wouldn't come loose. All that would be left was to smelt the thing. A tool that she'd come by some time ago would do that for her and she pulled that out last. The crystal on the bottom was a ferrum and it's heat was just hot enough to melt metal together. Oh, the ingenuity of the Barberry city of Guilds.

Once she was finished with the last hole patching, she leaned back, pulled her hat off and wiped away the growing sweat across her brow. The cool morning air was refreshing to feel across her skin. Behind her there was a large military ship that had docked sometime during the night. It was of magnificent appeal and dwarfed her little vessel. Runa pulled herself up across the hull of her ship and jumped back onto her deck. Swinging around the melting tool in her hand she looked over her handy work. The sails were tied up neatly, patches telling of her recent repairs to them. Though, one would have to look really hard to see where her patchwork started and the original sail ended. Runa prided herself in that.

The ship was ready, her wares restored and all that was left was the merry men of Dr. Serabel's escort. Speaking of which... Runa dropped the melting tool in her belt, took it all off her waist and tossed it into a crate. Putting the lid on, she secured the luggage and made her way to the plank of her ship. Looking down she spotted the very woman that had hired them. With her was the irritating Grim who had scorned Runa the day before.

She frowned but pushed away the anger at his having been so rude to her. It was a new day, and that meant new starts. Her eyes shot about the docking yard, but didn't see anyone that was familiar. Her stomach growled then and she gave a look of surprise, her hand shooting down to her stomach and her cheeks taking on a faint blush. She'd completely forgotten to eat the entire night. With food now completely on her mind, Runa rushed across her deck, took the stairs down into the hull and went to her small kitchen. If she was hungry, everyone else was sure to be as well (unless of course they ate before heading to the ship) and in that case... More food for Runa!

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Much like a child that had been left within a toy store alone, this is how the One-Eyed Grim Reaper could be described. His one good eye sparkled with great delight at the sights of various food arranged deliciously upon the stalls. He did not mind the clutter of people or the ceaseless voices of buyers and sellers. For him, this is his La-La Land and there is no way at the moment he would allow himself to wake from it. Within a few seconds, his arms were filled with various bags of treats and the same could be said about his mouth currently filled with some barbecued entrails of a giant sea worm. It was a fine delicacy despite the name adorning it. He continued to do such meaningless shopping and soon enough the money paid in advance for his mission tomorrow was gone.

A well-known weakness for this complicated mercenary, Jedas has no self-preservation in spending money. He shook the drawstring purse up and down once more but no marks came out. It seemed he had returned to his earlier situation again.

FLAT BROKE.

The difference he would probably sleep in some street corner or he could get into trouble and get thrown in jail. After all, he would need not worry about a lodging for the night. Although, he would probably be bailed by his client and that would be a cut to his payment. That is something he cannot afford. Releasing a long and heavy sigh, he continued to think about a solution for his current dilemma. "Oi, Mister are you going to buy or not?" Jedas glared with his one eye and placed his finger on his lips a gesture for silence. "Clam it! I'm thinking here okay!" The vendor of fruits shook his head in complete awkwardness and pointed behind the mercenary. "I have other customers, could you move to the side for now?" Jedas leaned his face closer to the vendor. "Why don't they move aside? I came here first. Got it." Somehow, this had caused some of the guards patrolling the area to notice. His second alternative of going to jail might come true soon enough. "Sir---" This was cut soon enough by a rather simple-looking man. "Excuse my good friend here." An arm was wrapped around Jedas' shoulder and then this stranger whispered to the mercenary's ears. "I want to offer you an additional job for 500 marks."

Upon hearing that, Jedas removed the man's arm. "Talk." The man nodded and gestured for him to go somewhere else which the Grim Reaper followed as the vendor released a sigh of relief. As for the guards, they continued with their patrols for it seemed the brewing trouble was quickly resolved. "I am Cortland a fellow colleague of Dr. Serabel. It is an honor to meet the infamous One-Eyed Grim Reaper." Jedas was not impressed with this Cortland person at all even when it was clear the man was getting to his good graces. For now, he listened. "The mission I am giving you is this." A small box was shown to Jedas which he eyed with scrutiny. "What are you going to propose to the Doctor? Man, I suggest a more direct approach. The last one I helped killed each other you know." Cortland as he called himself was not sure whether the Grim Reaper was truly an idiot or acting as one. Whatever the case maybe, he shook his head vigorously. "This is not a ring. It is a locator. Depress the button here." He demonstrated. "Once a day and it will give me the location of the ship. After that, you will have 500 Marks." After the presentation, the man gave the device to Jedas along with a coin purse. "Until, then." The man soon disappeared with the crowd of the market while Jedas looked at the tracker box in his hand.

"Well, I guess I can confirm this with the Doc. He is her colleague and all... After all, he didn't tell me not to tell anyone." Jedas went on his way with a smile as his problem of where to stay had been solved. He has now money. It seemed that Lady Luck liked him very much today but at the same time, it worries him. The fact that misfortune also follows one who had received great luck is quite true. He experienced such instances. Truthfully, it was more like his fault than an accident or bad luck. However, he would never admit that. For now, he went to search for an Inn to prepare for his mission tomorrow. "My agenda for now, a good night's sleep!"

One more fault for Jedas, he is not really an early bird. He woke up looking at the rays of the sun entering his room. "5 more minutes..." As he turned his back towards the window, he caught sight of a clock with its hands denoting 10°30'. "I have to be at the docks at 09°30'? right?" Finally realizing the time, he quickly jumped to his feet and gathered his clothes that were scattered around the floor. For anyone's information, he sleeps half-naked. Anyway, he grabbed all his stuff and quickly left his room while making a mess by bumping into furniture along the hallway. Soon enough, he made his way to the docks while panting heavily. It was safe to say he had arrived after everyone else already did. He looked at the gathered group and took a deep breath before speaking. "A man needs some relaxation, right?" Then, his stomach roared for he had yet to eat any breakfast in his hurry. "So, when are we going to eat?" Disregarding the fact, he had made everyone wait for him.



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One by one the group recollects the next morning -- some early, some on time and one preposterously late. The doctor greets each newcomer with her oddly stern manner, but seems grateful for each of theirs presence. When any of them ask her about Cortland or the locator, she asks for them to wait for everyone else to arrive so that she can speak to them all together.

"Thank you all for bringing this to my attention," she began once everyone arrived. "You were of course right to do so. Let me bring you all up to speed. I have no association with this Cortland, although I don't doubt that he is an Applicator. As I told you all yesterday evening, there are those in my guild who would gladly see this mission fail, or better yet take control of the artifice prototype for their own calibrations. Please, any of you who were approached by this Cortland, produce the locator. Keep the marks for yourselves if you took any."

As some members of the expedition had already brought the matter to the doctor's attention, she knows who to trust for their honesty, but any who have not yet acknowledged their conversation with Cortland, now is the time, as she turns to each of you one by one. Isengrim shrugged innocently. "No, I never saw this Cortland," he replied. "Wouldn't have minded an extra 500 marks though," he joked. Dr. Serabel hesitated before moving on from him, but she nodded thoughtfully.

Once everyone has shown the locator, she looks to each of the party members. "Now what do we do?" she asks them all.




When everything is ready for launch, the doctor notifies Raruna, who is quick to get her craft airborne. With a controlled yaw and roll the airship rises free of the other craft, ascending far too quickly for some of the more sensitive members of the crew, namely Isengrim and Jedas. A surge of power from the large stannum crystal embedded in the heart of the engine room kicks the ship forward with a lurch, and soon the airship is cutting across the landscape toward the northern horizon.

Although the plains north of Barberry are not known to be especially hostile to travelers as far as caithness go, the skies are another matter. Airships are among the newest and certainly rarest of the major artifices of Allevent, and whereas caithness hunters on land and sea have somewhat stemmed the tide of caithness around the more civilized areas, in the air the party finds itself subjected to a steady stream of these random encounters.

The first fight outbreaks when a clutch of Arrowhawks swoop from the cloud cover to land on the deck, giving their piercing scream as they launch themselves at nearby party members with slashing talons and their wicked hooked beaks. Not expecting the assault, each party member is caught unawares and has to fight alone. For himself, Isengrim took a vicious wound to the leg before countering with a crushing blow from his iron totem that reduced the beast to a stream of released caith that dissipated quickly, like the last breath of an extinguished campfire. A paltry few stannum crystals showered the deck at his feet, glittering orange in the morning light. When Isengrim released a small amount of the aurum in his reserves, the other elixers of the party would see a few golden butterflies flutter about him before landing on his wounded leg, disappearing with a flash of golden sunbeams that healed his wound.

From then on the party is on alert, taking on the new random encounters in small rotating groups. Each member plays to his or her strengths. For his own part, Grim eagerly takes on any caithness with attacks that are too strong for the others to risk -- such as Spinetails or Butcherbirds -- using his bountiful reserves of aurum to nullify their attacks while dishing out his own. Conversely the large northlander swaps out with another party member whenever a particularly evasive caithness approaches -- such as Lightningales or Horned Screamers -- as his own attacks are too lumbering to be effective. The one caithness that he always fights is the Goldcrest, which is likely to release precious aurum upon its defeat, with which Grim refills his reserves. The one caithness from which he always retreats is the Nightjar, an argentum-type Caithness that often casts confusion spells to which Grim is particularly susceptible. Not wanting to turn his heavy iron rod against his own party members in a daze, Grim wisely takes cover whenever one is spotted.

In this fashion, the airship skims along the clouds on its journey north.

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Her mouth was full of food, the table set with utensils and the food that she'd cooked up. Upon hearing footsteps across her deck, Runa leapt up from her small dining table and took the stairs two at a time. She reached her deck in no time and set her eyes upon the group. Swallowing the bread that she'd been munching on she grinned at them and looked them over. Runa began making preparations as they waited for the rest of the group to reach her ship.

One of which was terribly late, the tall man mumbled something about a man having to have his rest as he boarded. Runa heard his call for food and she smiled at him, "Down below if you're hungry!" She hollered as she was making sure her sails were tied down. She didn't look to see if he went to eat, figuring that he was smart enough to figure out where the food was. The pirate was moving about the deck as she finished securing items when Dr. Serabel spoke up.

"Thank you all for bringing this to my attention. You were of course right to do so. Let me bring you all up to speed. I have no association with this Cortland, although I don't doubt that he is an Applicator. As I told you all yesterday evening, there are those in my guild who would gladly see this mission fail, or better yet take control of the artifice prototype for their own calibrations. Please, any of you who were approached by this Cortland, produce the locator. Keep the marks for yourselves if you took any."

Turning, she eyed the woman carefully. So, she hadn't known this 'Cortland'... how interesting. Runa figured that she would give Serabel the locator device later as she was busy at that moment.

"No, I never saw this Cortland. Wouldn't have minded an extra 500 marks though," Grim replied to Serabel as she turned to him. Runa raised an eyebrow as she watched the exchange. How strange for Grim to have not been approached when it seemed that most of them had already been. Well, whatever, maybe this Cortland man didn't get to all of them. It would make sense, it was only one man anyway. A person can't be in more than one place at any given time.

"I got one too, the man seemed mighty keen on figuring out my ships location. I'll give it to you once we get airborne, doc. However, this is my ship and I won't tolerate anyone giving out her position," Runa said loudly as Serabel turned to her. Runa made sure that everyone could hear her. She was dead serious about the locator thing, she didn't want anyone knowing where they were. That would be invading her privacy! No one wants to be a moving target, least of all Runa and her ship.

"Now what do we do?"

"We get airborne!! That's what we do!" Runa answered. Her voice was loud and energetic as she bounced around her deck making sure everything was locked down. Then she moved from one end of the ship to the other, tossing off the docking ropes that were hooked into the sides of her ship to keep it upright upon landing. The sky pirate leapt over a crate with ease and rushed up the stairs to the upper deck where her stern was. Pulling down her hat tighter on her head, she grinned wildly as her hands grasped the wheel. Her fingers brushed the levers of her controls and she began powering the crystals along the hull of the ship.

At first she siphoned the power slowly, warming the crystals. The moment the ship started to lift off the ground, she pushed the levers forward all the way and the airship lurched upwards at a fast speed. Adjusting a couple of the levers, the bow of the ship tilted upwards and they were shooting over the wall of the city of guilds in a matter of seconds. The wind whipped past her face as she maneuvered the vessel.

She got the ship up towards the clouds, the mast just barely skimming the low blowing mist of white. Locking her wheel with a clamp, she leapt down to the deck and began unfurling the sails. Pulling the rope that tied them up, they each fell down, unraveling neatly. The wind immediately caught them and the ship shook, lurching forward from the air current that caught them. With her sails taking them, Runa went back to her helm and turned down the crystals at the back of the ship, the ones that were propelling them forward. It saved on energy and also preserved the crystals.

Unhooking her wheel, she guided the ship easily through the wind, heading north to their destination. Her body was relaxed as she stood there. Her heart was light and her smile didn't fade away. Runa's eyes were glittering with their usual mischief, excitement at the journey ahead. She was determined to prove herself to this powerful guild.




Raruna had been steering her ship smoothly through the air, her mind wandering in fantasy of how she was going to handle certain situations, her reputation rising with each problem that she cooked up in her own mind. She imagined herself winning the fancy of the top guild that she was escorting and then her dream of joining the Free Lancers coming true. All of her fantasy dreams were shattered at the sound of a high pitched cry above them. Runa's head shot upwards as her eyes searched the billowing white cloud above them.

The moment she spotted a flash of wings her heart leapt into a frenzy, adrenaline pumping through her. Her hand released the wheel, the other tying it down, locking it securely in place. She turned then and drew her sword. The first of several birds descended down upon her ship and screamed their defiance against them. Runa sidestepped the swipe of an enormously large claw as one of the birds targeted her. Her blade came down as she moved, cutting into the things foot. With a screech, it took off, just barely scratching her deck where she stood.

However, that wasn't the end of it. It circled then came back down at her. Raruna raised her sword a second time and slashed at it as it came closer. The tip of her blade just barely cut into its chest, causing the bird to become infuriated. The creatures face shot forward as it pecked at her with its razor sharp beak. Runa ducked, barely missing the attack. A burn coursed along her shoulder and shoulder blade.

"Damn," she cursed as she came back up, turning around and slashing her sword across its extended wing. Another cut from her blade had the creature hopping towards the edge of the ship, its wing hanging limply from the damage she'd done to it. Drawing her long curved knife from her sheath, she threw the weapon at the bird. It shot through the air, covering the distance between her and the creature and buried itself into the back of the birds neck. It didn't make a noise as it crumpled, hanging half over the edge of her ship.

A second one dove down at her from behind, barely giving the pirate a chance to prepare. She felt claws dig into her shoulders as it gripped her and began lifting her from the ship. Runa twisted and turned in it's grip, struggling to free herself. Slamming her sword into the wood of the deck, she managed to lodge the blade just enough to keep from being pulled away from her vessel. Quickly, she reached with her other hand and drew out yet another knife. Her hand shot upwards and stabbed furiously into the beasts foot, hot blood streamed down and covered her jacket and shirt as she did so.

The bird released her with an angry cry and Runa dropped to the deck flat on her back. Standing up, she quickly unhooked the wheel and began pulling some of the levers down. They were too high and at that rate, they were going to be continually attacked by the arrowhawks. So, the ship descended quickly, loosing the attacking birds within a few minutes. Whatever stragglers remained were taken care of by the group, which Raruna was thankful for. That meant less damage to her ship, though it was a cover-up for her worry to her passengers.

Sheathing her sword, Runa guided her ship onwards, pushing the levers back up to gain more power. She had them back up in the air and away from the arrowhawks, but a bit lower than before just in case the bastards decided to descend upon them a second time. Runa ignored the scratch along her shoulder and back, it was small enough to not bother with, so she stayed at the helm and continued to keep an eye out for any more troublesome creatures.

The setting changes from Open Plains North of Barberry to Allevent

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"Thank you all for bringing this to my attention. You were of course right to do so. Let me bring you all up to speed. I have no association with this Cortland, although I don't doubt that he is an Applicator. As I told you all yesterday evening, there are those in my guild who would gladly see this mission fail, or better yet take control of the artifice prototype for their own calibrations. Please, any of you who were approached by this Cortland, produce the locator. Keep the marks for yourselves if you took any." replied Dr. Serabel. Icarus had originally planned on taking all the locators to a courier, and having him carry out a similar mission, only in the opposite direction; to throw off the Applicators. However, he figured that Dr. Serabel would have a plan on her own and she seemed intelligent enough to come up with an adequate way of dealing with the situation, so he instead handed the locator over.

"No, I never saw this Cortland. Wouldn't have minded an extra 500 marks though," Said Grim. the corner of Icarus's lip twitched into a brief smile, He didn't think Grim capable of humor, if that's what that was. It seemed logical that he was not approached. If it really was that Cortland had been at the bar, then he would have known that Grim was in charge of the mission, right under Dr. Serabel, so asking someone that high in position to sabotage the mission would have been foolish at the least.

It was then that the Captain, Runa spoke up. "I got one too, the man seemed mighty keen on figuring out my ships location. I'll give it to you once we get airborne, doc. However, this is my ship and I won't tolerate anyone giving out her position" She said, announcing that last part loudly enough for everyone to hear. He couldn't help but smile broadly. The girl had the can-do attitude of an Air Captain. Her vessel wasn't the largest or nicest ship, the fact highlighted by the neighboring ships, but she still took pride in hers. It seemed to be interesting working with her.
Icarus realized he was in a particularly good mood. Perhaps it was the anticipation that he would be back in the skies, albeit briefly. Sure he could fly up as much as he wanted, but it didn't quite match the feeling of being on a stannum ship.

Dr. Serabel turned from Grim and addressed the group. "Now what do we do?".

Runa's eyes flashed with excitement and she jumped in immediately "We get airborne!! That's what we do!" She had barely finished her sentence when she was dashing about the ship tying down loose materials and setting the sails. She had an almost unhuman grace moving around, barely looking where she was walking, but dodging and maneuvering past obstacles with extreme ease, a testament to how comfortable she was in her ship. In a matter of minutes she had the ship ready to fly. She quickly made her way to the stern and began pulling levels. There was the soft buzz of caith crystals at work, and the small orange crystals along the hull began to glow lightly. The ship seemed to jump slightly, and after a bit of calibration with the other levers, she lifted one of the levers all the way up, and the ship suddenly lurched high.The ship then slowed down a bit, and the bow began to tilt up, and suddenly it moved forward and they were off. Icarus walked over the the door where the staircase where the living quarters would normally be. He walked down and saw a small corridor with separate rooms on either side. He took the second one on the left, and inside was a small empty room with two bunk beds built into the wall. He layed down his things in the corner and began to set his bed. He sat down and and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He was not tired, after all the day was still young, but he needed to clear his mind a bit. He waited for the ship to level out, as he could feel they were still ascending. He waited... and waited... He realized that they were still climbing and looked out the small round window to see the foggy white mist about 50 yards above the ship. His eyes widened... what is she doing? He thought to himself. Thankful he had not yet removed his armor, he grabbed his sword and ran up the stairs.... It was dangerous for small vessels to be flying up so high, the more dangerous airborne caithness resided in the high skies. He burst through the door and looked up at the stern, to see Runa just leap out of the way of an assault from a large arrowhawk. There was the sound of a loud crash and glass breaking and he turned around to see Grim wielding a large iron totem, now sitting in the center of a pile of caith crystals, His leg was gashed, but he held his hand over it, and suddenly a number of golden butterflies materialized in the air, gathering around him and disappearing into golden sunbeams after a short while. Aurum Magic. He wouldn't have seen that coming.

He felt a disturbance in the air beside him and leapt forward into a roll, drawing his sword, an arrowhawk sunk it's talons into the floor where he was standing, He reared its long ugly neck and released it's piercing scream. Icarus grimaced as the scream caused his head to spin, his ear to ring, and his eyes to water. The bird then snapped, its head stretching forward to take a bite at his arm, he batted it away his sword and shook his head, trying to regain his composure. The bird immediately struck again he sidestepped once more and swept downward at the bird's out stretched neck. His sword bit into the birds flesh and with a dull thunk, it's head fell and burst into caith crystals, followed by the rest of his body.

He looked up; Arrowhawks were known to be followed by their young. While Elder Arrowhawks were stronger and more fierce, Young arrowhawks were still a force to be reckoned with. Their beaks were straighter, and they were much more agile. Not only that, but they were best known for flying through sails and tearing them to shreds.

He could see about seven young arrowhawks circling above the ship. Runa was still engaged with one more arrowhawk. He jumped, flying up high to the circle. The arrowhawks began their dive. Noticing Icarus on the way down. He waved his hand briskly to the side, and the birds were blindsided by a gust of wind, knocking them all to the left. Normally he would have just blown them back, and it would have taken them longer to get their rhythm back enough to fly but due to their aerodynamic shaped, they were known to zip right through forward gusts of wind from unsuspecting stannum elixers, who were then pincushioned to death.

The birds flitted about, regathering their formation. From the corner of his eye, he saw the tips of the sails begin to lower, turned and saw runa back at the wheel, guiding her ship down. He grabbed the hilt and winged gaurd of his sword, and twisted the hilt to the right. He pulled up, and a secondary part to his telescopic hilt came out, this one was lined with 5 dimly glowing lumen crystals. He twisted it back and the hilt locked into position He now carried a long bladed spear. The ship was safely out of harms way, or so it seemed. The young arrowhawks were known for chasing a ship miles away from its clutch, so it was a dangerous situation. He prepared to take out the young when he heard the piercing scream of an adult arrowhawk. He slashed at the arrowhawk, the spear bit into the arrowhawk's chest, he was pushed back by the impact. The arrowhawk disengaged but was still alive. It spun around dived at him from above. He lifted the pommel of the spear and batted the bird aside, it spun out and fell, flapping wildly to regain its balance. He pointed the spear at the bird, there was a hum and the air pressure seemed to drop, and suddenly a bright blue flash of lightning blasted out of the point of his spear. It connected with the arrowhawk, who exploded into crystals that plummeted to the ground below. He saw the young had already regained their formation and were ready to dive at the ship which was now much lower, but not out of range from arrowhawks who has already targeted them. He zipped down, quickly passing the arrowhawks. He was now between the ship and the young birds. He held out his hand the air about 25 yards above him began to spin. It slowly gained a greenish hue as he condensed the natural nitrogen gas found in the air into a small cloud the size of his two fists. He lowed a little bit more, out of the way of what he was about to do. The birds began to dive, unwittingly attempting to dive through the gas cloud. He didn't hesitate. He whipped his spear forward, pointed, and shot the bolt of electricity right when the birds got within range. As soon as it hit the small cloud, the condensed gas ignited, and there was a loud explosion. When the flames cleared, there was another shower of crystals. He looked down at the ship, now unharmed, for the most part...

So far there has been the issue of cortland the day they found out about the mission, and now an attack within minutes of their departure...

This does not bode well for this mission He thought to himself. Snapping the spear back into it's sword form, and returning it to it's sheath. He dove down to the ship and landed softly at the stern, a few feet behind the Captain.

"Are you alright?"

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His question about food was answered soon enough by the so-called captain of the airship. Actually, Jedas dreaded the fact coming aboard the flying ship. He has this unhealthy dislike for anything remotely known as technological advancement. Any case, his hate meter for the woman had slightly ebbed down due to the fact of having his breakfast served. He was on the way down when the Doctor suddenly opened the topic about Cortland and the locator. Oh, he almost forgot about that. Well, his stomach was more important than some discussion. He really did not listen through all of the dialogues and such. Although, he heard the facts needed to be remembered by. Well, he thinks so.

Summing it up, the Doc doesn't know anyone by the name of Cortland. So, the guy was some sort of a stalker. Then, all of them were approached. Oh scratch that, the bulky man was not involved in the whole fiasco. In any case, he was hungry and if there were other things needed to be said or recalled. They can tell him later so for now, he procured the small box that at some point he had thought to be a wedding ring. "Oi Doc, here you go." He threw the small box not caring if the woman caught it or not. For now, he would be getting himself some grub to silence his rebelling stomach. After all, he cannot do much on an empty fuel now. Making his way down below as the woman had described, he soon found it and his eye lit in satisfaction. "Well, here goes the hatchet!"

However, the One-Eyed Grim Reaper did not anticipate the mode of transportation and effect on his rather full tank of fuel. He held onto the railings or to whatever he could. It seemed his nourishment was slowly creeping up towards his throat. Believe him, it was not a very pleasant feeling at all. This is why he does not like airships at all. He gets airsick. With that in mind, he went towards the deck and held onto the balustrade as he vomited the contents which was earlier known as breakfast. At the same time, he was feeling a bit topsy turvy from all the jolting and ascension of the ship. Stupid captain, can she not steer properly?! He will never understand what was so great about flying especially on something much like this which he had taken to call as a floating deathtrap.

"The things I do for money..." He managed to softly mutter as he once more expelled the contents of his meals on the windy skies. The mercenary was not so concerned about the fact who would received the falling blessing from his mouth. All that mattered to him is that he wants to vomit and the fact that he was feeling a bit sick. Not a bit sick. Really sick. Next time, he would probably put an exemption to him accepting missions.

STRICTLY NO AIRSHIPS!

After that passing thought, he vomited once more but it seemed that this journey would be filled with great inconveniences for him. Because while he was busy expelling his source of fuel, a caithness known as an arrowhawk quickly flew upward to his face. He was able to dodge it on the nick of time. If not, he would have a rather large hole at the center of his face. Those sharp beaks were not mere adornments. No doubt about it and it would be a shame for him to lose a face. He did make some kind of reputation with his appearance after all. Keeping steady on his feet which was really quite a feat, he could feel once more the dizziness capturing him. He held onto a nearby column and could hear some shots and rustles from the others. "Damn birds!" Not too soon after saying that, a group of arrowhawks attacked him once more. He withdrew Ophelia from its sheathe and soon the attacking group of arrowhawks were now a fine example of icicle birds.

Yet due to Jedas' speedy movement, he run to the balustrade once more and vomited. It would really be a challenge for the Grim Reaper to fight while on a flying airship. There was another arrowhawk coming down from above as he gingerly dodged the attack. He did not come out completely unscathed as his eyepatch was cut from its knot. Noticing some visions coming through his right eye, "Damn!" He immediately covered his right eye as while the eye cloth was now hanging on the side of his face. It added to his annoyance as he swung Ophelia once more. This time releasing frozen spears of ice to each arrowhawk coming down on him. Soon, the barrage of attack stopped and he made a dash towards the cabins below. He needed to replace his eyepatch immediately. Good, he brought a spare.

Through all the small skirmishes with the caithness, Jedas was nothing more but a stumbling hand. He mostly stayed out of the way of the others while he continued to vomit on the side. His airsickness was quite the enemy for him at the moment. Although, he aided the crew in regards of the Nightjar caithness. Its illusions and confusion skills does not work on the one-eyed mercenary as he hacked at them away with his scythe. Although, the more he moved, the more he got sick afterwards. So, he was quite thankful that those argentum-type of caithness just pops up at a manageable amount. Well, most of the time he was at the railings of the ship spewing out whatever contents his body could and holding on to the balustrade while everything was still circling around him. This was far worse when he got drunk and thinking about the memory made him puked even more.



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"Are you alright?"

The voice behind her startled her. Wait... how in the hell did he get behind her in the first place? She would have noticed if he'd come up the stairs. Whirling around she shot her gaze upwards to meet his sharp green eyes. Scratch that, why was he even asking if she was alright? No one ever did that. She was just a pirate, a low life, scum, the lowest of the low. Nothing, nobody, would ever think about her. With a wide grin she answered him, all thoughts on how he'd gotten behind her long gone.

"This?" She nodded her head to the scratch along her shoulder and back. Sure it looked terrible because of all the blood, but it wasn't that deep. Runa had taken far worse before, "This is nothing. If I'm still breathing, I'm good to go!" She boasted and turned back to the wheel. A familiar feeling welled up at the back of her throat. Loneliness. However, the expert pirate hid the feeling with a broader smile as she steered her ship gracefully through the sky.

"Everyone okay?"

"Just fine up here!" Raruna answered back with a slight wave of her hand, she tipped her hat at the woman who had asked the question. A bright smile curved her lips as she turned back to her wheel and their trajectory through the sky.

Runa's gaze dropped down to the deck where the rest of the people where after she'd readjusted their course. Some looked injured, probably a bit worse than herself. Her smile turned into a bit of a frown and she reached back into her pouch to touch the healing crystal. Did she dare let someone else handle it? Did she even want to pull it out and use it for someone else? Her throat tightened as she thought about it. They would need it, those that looked injured, especially the woman with the cut across her neck. Then there was the one who was sick on the side of her deck. Her stone wouldn't heal his sickness, but maybe it would make him feel better? It was worth a try anyway.

With a heavy sigh, she reached back and pulled the stone from her pocket and turned back to the man who had addressed her earlier. What was his name again? Icarus right? Yeah, that sounded about right.

"Icarus, here take this. Use it to heal the wounded," she said and handed it to him without looking him in the eye. She bit her lip as she turned back to the wheel of her ship, "And I want that back!" She snapped as an after thought. She settled against her ships wheel, maneuvering them through the skies, her thoughts not on their direction at all. No, Runa's thoughts were with the company she was in. When was the last time she had a friend? Had she ever really had one before? She couldn't really remember, all that came to mind were the fights she'd always gotten into in the streets of Barberry.

Nothing of significance ever happened there, least of all friends. Icarus' question towards her well being definitely threw her off, but it was an internal struggle that Runa was more than accustomed to. Easily pushing it aside, she had a bright smile back on her lips, however forced or faked it was. She'd gained enough practice to make it seem real enough. There would be time to worry about his statement later -which meant never- so in the meantime, Runa concentrated on her ship and nothing else.

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Fully healed save for the rip in his heavy leggings and the receding memory of pain, Isengrim turned to survey the others at work. True to his instincts, they'd so far proven to be capable of handling themselves in a fight. Even the teamwork, which didn't always take hold in a new group dynamic, was already starting to come together as the group slowly began working to recover from the attack. The huge northlander saw Icarus and the pirate captain conversing, and he moved to join them. He passed by the one-eyed grim reaper, who was busy showering the landscape below with the remnants of his breakfast, and Grim gave the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he passed. Luckily Isengrim's equilibrium was stable as a table, and he never had to worry about seasickness, or airsickness in this case. No, for him the discomfort with airships was wholly mental, not physical. He just felt completely at the mercy of the winds and the will of the captain -- and that level of dependency disturbed the loner in him.

"Still alive," he greeted as he loomed near the other two beside the captain's wheel, seeing Raruna hand off her healing crystal to the white-haired mercenary. "Well done." A sturdy oaken support beam groaned in protest as he leaned against it, wrapping one arm about a column for balance. He squinted across the deck to Lawrence, whose injury seemed significant but not severe. No doubt the captain's healing artifice would tend to her quickly. Unfortunately, despite being an aurum elixer himself, Isengrim had no ability to heal any injuries but his own. Still, if he needed to he could try to infuse the artifice with his own aurum if it were to run low, so that the others could continue to be healed throughout the journey north. It seemed likely they would need it, as the skies no doubt still swarmed with caithness. Once they reached the mountain passes and continued on foot, there would likely be trouble with the huldrefolk to boot.

As the airship continued peacefully on its way, Isengrim eventually took his watchful eye from the sky and looked about the deck around him. Seeing Icarus, Grim made his way over to the man, careful to keep within quick reach of a harness or rigging in case of any sudden dips or rolls in the air. Reaching the rail, he kept an eye out for any caithness breaking from the cloud cover as he spoke. "So, you guild-affiliated at all?" he asked casually. Figuring the man was probably a mercenary, it was a good bet that he'd belonged to any number of guilds throughout Allevent. Isengrim had done a lot of traveling over the years, and as a caithness hunter he'd come across many dozens of guilds of varying rank and renown. Finding out any guilds that another man belonged to, or had worked with previously, was a good way of establishing character. Work with the Free Lancers, say, was basically a stamp of approval that would open many doors unavailable to those without such a lofty recommendation to their name. Which was part of the reason that Isengrim had taken on work with the Applicators, although he expected no official guild membership forthcoming - just informal contracting.

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Icarus held the warm crystal in his hands. Just touching it soothed him, as it was with Aurum crystals. He looked at Runa. She seemed to be evading his glance. Perhaps she was not used to interaction with people? Or at least interaction under positive terms? Well. Either way. She was the Captain of the ship, and had given him an order. He bounced the crystal on his palm and looked at the deck.

"Em. Thank you. I'll be right back with this." He said, examining the injured. The gunner woman, Lawrence, seemed to be the one need of the crystal most. The Grim Reaper was busy spewing over the side of the ship. And Grim was making his way up the stairs- towards them. Icarus straightened.

"Still alive... Well done" He said to the both of them, stopping at the support beam near Runa. Icarus nodded, relaxing a bit. Grim glanced at the crystal, before looking off into the direction of Lawrence. He wondered why Grim didnt just use his healing abilities on her himself, but he didn't ask. It was rude to ask such personal questions, particularly from imposing figures, and even more so from imposing figures who just happened to be his superior in this situation. Grim suddenly turned his head up, to the sky, peering left and right, probably looking for more threats before turning back down and putting his attention on Icarus before walking over to him.

"So, are you guild affiliated at all?" he asked casually. Icarus shook his head.

"Walk with me." He said, making his way down the stairs towards Lawrence "I'm not affiliated directly to any guilds, none can claim that I owe them any exclusivity, but I have found work under many employers, including quite a few guilds. Varying from mercenary or limited time militia work, to High speed courier work, to even farm hand at times." He said, finishing just as they stopped next to Lawrence. He smiled politely and nodded in assurance to her, and bent in close, examining the wound. He flashed the healing crystal and before holding it close to her neck. The Aurum crystal seemed to understand the user's intent, and grew warm in his hand before emitting a soft glow. The soft golden aura extended over to the wound and covered it. As the crystal did it's work, he continued with Grim. "How about you? You don't seem to be the type to be working for the Applicators. You give off the feeling that you belong in a more... hands-on... line of work." He said, glancing at the very large iron totem pole behind him, remembering how he had quickly dispatched one of the arrowhawks a few moments ago.
After a few seconds the wound closed, new skin covering it, and no sign of the wound, beyond the pleasant warm feeling Lawrence may feel around the affected area. The crystal soon returned to normal, albeit a bit more dim than it was before use, due to it's diminished power.
"Better?" He asked Lawrence. There was still blood around the wound, but it was no longer bleeding.

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"Em. Thank you. I'll be right back with this."

Raruna didn't spare him another glance, feeling her throat tighten again at his words. She pressed the smile forward and concentrated on her steering the ship. Her attention wasn't long on the controls and the ship herself when someone came up to stand next to her.

"Still alive... Well done," the voice belonged to Grim who'd clambered up the steps to assess her and Icarus. Runa glanced over to him and offered him a brilliant smile. She reached up and tipped her hat at him, her mischievous glow back in her eyes. With a laugh she answered him.

"Of course we're still alive! Did you honestly think that a bunch of feathery tailed birds were going to take us out? I can handle my fair share of feathery beasts thank you very much!"

Her boasting was well played, at least she thought so. The pirate held her head high as she looked back out to the bow of her ship. Guiding her through the air was a pleasant feeling. A moment after and Grim had left her to join with Icarus. Both men descended down onto her deck, their first stop was the woman named Lawrence. Runa's tension seemed to ease away slightly as they left her alone. She felt better that way. Not that she didn't like the company, if anything she yearned for it really, but it was just too awkward for her. She didn't know how to respond or act, didn't know if they were being truly honest with her or just playing it up because she was the Captain of their only transport to where the doctor was going.

Eitherway, she didn't wish to think on it too much. Left to herself at the helm, she sighed tightening her hands over the wheel. After a moment she reached over and adjusted a couple of the crystals levers, giving them a bit more speed. Pushing the levers forward caused a slight burn in her shoulder and she was reminded of her wound. With a frown she turned her head and looked at the cut that still bled a bit. It was going to be troublesome, that much she could tell. Runa sighed and reached over the wheel, pulled the ties out and locked it in place to keep them on a straight and true course.

She left the helm then and leapt from the top down to the deck, the rush giving her a reason to put another smile on her lips. The pirate bustled about her ship, checking ties and making sure everyone's luggage and other belongings were still in shape after having been through the sharp drop earlier. Runa re-tied some of the luggage before turned and making her way below deck. Her cabin was the first one on the left right after the kitchen and dining hall. Producing a key from her pouch, she unlocked the door to her quarters and walked in, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Runa took off her hat and moved about the large room. The bed was made up neatly, the heavy quilt all she needed at night to sleep. A single chest where most of her belongings where as well as pieces of leather to patch up her clothes should they take a beating, which they had. Unbuckling her many straps she tossed the weapons on top of the bed and began pulling off the leather shirt that covered her body. Underneath was a single white shirt that clung loosely too her frame. She wasn't the most curvy of women, but she always figured she had enough to look good.

The red leather was warm from her body and once it was off her, the white shirt loosened up around her. Turning the leather in her hands she frowned at the tear along the shoulder and back. Damn bird... why did it have to go and ruin her clothing? Runa sighed softly and tossed the leather onto the bed as well, covering most of her weapons. She felt lighter without all the extra metal along her waist. Sitting at the stool that was before her dresser, she glanced into the dirty mirror. The mirror was slowly loosing its silvery shine that reflected her image, spots of dark silver were beginning to peak through as the silvery flakes fell of with more and more time.

Runa turned in her chair and tried to see the wound as best she could in the fading mirror. The blood had coated her white shirt, making it difficult to see. She would have to remove that as well in order to clean the wound properly. Once it was off, she went to her wash bin dressed in only her under clothing and leather pants, took a cloth and dunked it into the cold water. Wringing it out she began cleaning the cut as best she could, maneuvering her arm in ways that would seem impossible to others. Runa was fairly flexible and was able to reach most of the long, jagged cut. Whatever she couldn't reach, she figured would heal on its own anyway. Once it was cleaned she began looking for her bandages to wrap the wound and continue flying her ship with less grievance.

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Yuskreviv na'aim... na'aim... raflhej?!

There had been a loud crash from up above, a tumbling of a large crate, and now she was sprawled out on the ground. She blinked, the wall did look odd from her upside down position. Her hair was messily spread out over her body, some books laying on top of her chest. She blew a bit of her hair away from her eyes, jutting out her bottom lip in a pout. Hejrill eksha nadrem? The last she could recall, she had been around.... around... Her mind was drawing up literal blanks though a part of her did feel the slightest bit of familiarity from her surroundings. The girl was unable to place them properly however. Perhaps trying to remember where she was currently was a bit too difficult--maybe she could try something easier? A few letters moved across her irises, jumbled--uncoordinated. A trait that all of her race shared when attempting to recall pieces of information.

Hmm, she did faintly remember a bar... yes, there had been a group of sailors, they had a map in their back pocket! And the map had led to treasure! Oh!

She attempted to sit up but her current position only made her falll backwards once more. She tried a few more times, eventually having to use her hands as support to prop herself up. She had that map, right? It had looked so enticing, so mouth-wateringly delicious... She began to pat herself down, reaching into all of her available pockets. As she reached her back pocket underneath the folds of her sash, she felt the firm outline of parchment. Ah ha! Yes, she most certainly still had the map. But it was a bit too early to be snacking so maybe she would save that until later...

Something told her that eating right now wouldn't benefit her. Her stomach seemed to be on a revolt against the very thought even, for it threatened to overturn on her at the idea of feeding herself. She tapped her chin with a few digits. That memory still didn't tell her anything though... Maybe there had been something afterwards? Yes, there had been... a woman. That was right! She had been distracted by possible treasure and a woman with brown hair had come up and... thrown a sack over her head. Her eyebrows furrowed even deeper as she attempted to replay what had happened next but her memories seemed to end just as her vision had blacked out as well.

The girl stood up unsteadily with her palms pressed against the walls for support. The texts rolled off of her as she did so, scattering on the ground. She wasn't so preoccupied with it--somehow she felt she had already eaten those for some reason. She walked towards the stairs, clutching the railing on her way up. Why was it so difficult to walk straight? And why did it feel like there was rocking of some kind? There was what looked to be a hatch at the top of the stairs. She grasped the latch, turning it to the side and pushing upwards. The door clamored open and she poked her head out of the opening. The fresh air hit her face sharply. It was whirring by a bit too quickly for... ah?

That was sky. Sie daishi. Sie sie daishi! There was a flash of nervousness that hit her as she forced herself to ascend all the way to the surface, not bothering to close the door behind her. Large eyes skimmed over the people that were standing around on the deck (Maybe? She really wasn't sure...), not a single face bringing up any recognition. There was an older man--jeez, those were some deep frown lines! He could use one of those... those.... oh, she'd remember that later! She puffed up her cheeks with air as she took in each person--a man with white hair, a slender woman, another man who wore a disinterested expression on his face and--a face she could recognize!

She caught sight of a woman exiting the helm who was walking back to the steering wheel. That woman had the same brown hair she remembered from the bar and the same demeanor. It had to be the same person. She tightened her sash with a bit of hesitation as she approached the woman.

"Um..." She began, soon pausing afterwards. What exactly was she going to say? "Yuseif tarwn maji..." She trailed off, a blank stare in response meeting her words. What was she saying wrong? Maybe she was expressing herself too quickly? "Yu-se-if ta-r-wn ma-ji...?" She tried more slowly, putting emphasis on each part of her question. There was no response and the girl's frown returned on her face. "Washu rein, you look familiar?" She stated, unconsciously switching dialects in the middle of her speech. She looked over her shoulder, feeling uncomfortable with that older, grim-looking fellow standing some feet from her. She shifted so that she was on the other side of the woman before continuing.

"Could you... maybe tell me where I am right now? I can't seem to remember anything before our encounter in the bar." She didn't like this--she hated not being able to get a bearing on what and where she was. And more importantly how she had come to reside there. This had seemed to be a recurring theme, but moreso whenever she... That must've been it! She got an internal ping, snapping her fingers at the realization. She always blacked out the most when she accidentally ate too much in one sitting. That would explain why she had been in a crate full of books... Though still left much to be desired in terms of everything else.

Hopefully she would be able to figure it all out soon.



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Xerxes had been running in circles in the fields directly outside of Barberry. The large creature, a golem if he was not mistaken, didn't seem to comprehending the situation correctly. It continued its chants, jumbles of words taken from things shouted in the city. It called after him, chasing after the familiar with metallic clanks following in its wake. He wasn't the least bit worried about being caught; their difference in speed was very apparent. And it was humorous to see it unable to quite catch him, yet seemingly so determined to do just that. A boy's voice caused him to halt for a second though the animal didn't stay in place too long, he wasn't going to be caught that easily.

“You there, Golem! What are you doing?” Huehuehue, a perfect distraction. He darted out from the faintly indented earth, pouncing on to the boy's unsuspecting face. He left a scratch mark on the human's cheeks as he jumped off of him, the boy toppling to the ground. From the thunk that occurred, it seemed a safe assumption that the boy had been knocked out cold by the impact. With a flick of his tail and an infamous smirk, Xerxes was bounding back into the city. He heard the shifting of gears as the golem undoubtedly turned behind him. A persistent machine~ It wouldn't do to be chased down the main streets, though.

He darted into one of the side alleys, hopping over one of the barrels that had been overturned in the earlier commotion. There was a rough grating sound from behind him. The golem was attempting to wedge itself in between the walls to enter the thin space. Its hand swiped at thin air, hitting against the buildings as it continued its efforts. He would have to give it points for tenacity.

"Xerxes. Aaaaaaaah. Xerxes." It called loudly. Xerxes only flashed it a devious grin before scampering through the space, turning the corner into the back-alleys of Barberry. It did not take him long at all to locate his charge. Yes, just as he had suspected: wide-eyed with a trembling bottom lip. Just as helpless as always. He casually lept upon her shoulders, the girl starting in surprise.

"Xerxes!" She exclaimed. Why was she so shocked? She was the one that had called out for him after all. He rolled his eyes, not indulging a response. He pawed at one of the dangling ribbons from her hairpiece. She tried her best to be firm with him, cheeks flooding with a reddish tinge as she attempted a glare. "Xerxes, don't you ignore me!"

"Huehuehue~" She gave an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose and looking back over at the elvish woman.

"I'm sorry fur this..." Her voice came out a bit more meekly as she addressed her new companion. Xerxes tended to make nearly anyone uncomfortable, so perhaps she shouldn't be surprised at the slight edginess she sensed from the woman at his arrival. But at least with him here, they'd finally be able to get out of the city! She always got lost on her own. She looked to Xerxes, raising her eyebrows at him. Her fox yawned lazily before stretching, pawing one last time at her before jumping on to the ground.

Her familiar was choosing to be more difficult today, keeping that smirk on his face yet not uttering a word. He trotted down the alleyway at a moderate pace, the girl gesturing apologetically to the other woman before following him. She hoped that the elf wouldn't be so put-off and would accept Xerxes' guidance--at least until they crossed outside of the city boundaries.

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Lawrence Rivers
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Isengrim waited for Icarus to use the aurum crystal to heal Lawrence before continuing their conversation. "Yeah, this is a bit of a departure for me," he agreed, thoughtfully rubbing the stubble on his chin. "I've been kicking around Allevent for a while now, and I've done just about everything under sun. Mostly soldiering or caithness hunting. Even spent some time doing survey work for the Orienteers, as a lark. This is nice though," he added, referring to the piecemeal work for the Applicators. "Dr. Serabel says the mission is important, which is a welcome change from the piddly-shit jobs I usually take. Be nice to think that after all this time I'm finally going to do something worthwhile..."

He trailed off as the book-eater approached -- watched her converse in her frantic way with Raruna. "So," he continued, turning back to regard Icarus, "it seems that our captain thinks the skies are safe for now." He nodded toward the cabin, where Raruna had disappeared to. "But just in case I think we ought to keep at least one of the seasoned fighters on deck at all times. You, me or Jedas..." he paused, turning to eye Lawrence briefly. "Possibly the girl," he added, noting how quick she'd been with that gun of hers during the fight. "Would you mind sticking around up here a bit?" With that he dropped a heavy hand on the lad's shoulder plate in farewell before making his way below deck.

As this wasn't to be a long trip in air, Isengrim hadn't bothered seeking out any kind of living quarters, and instead had stashed his gear in a small supply closet where it had seemed unlikely to get in the way of anything important. He made his way there just to double check on things, before heading for the engine room. Along the way his shoulders practically touched either side of the corridor, and he continually had to stoop beneath rafters or when stepping through a hatch. The engine room was easy to find, especially as he neared he could feel the steady vibrations through the wood, hear the faint, pleasant hum and then see the orange light that warmly bathed the room as he entered.

The hulking northlander circled the engine, careful to keep well away from the artifice's encasement and from the various cables and coils that flowed outward like veins from the heart. The caith crystal even seemed to beat as its glow waxed and waned rhythmically -- the heartbeat of someone sound asleep. After a few moments his idle curiosity was satisfied and he turned to leave. It wasn't often that one saw caith crystals this large or powerful -- one of the dangers being that any degradation could cause it to suddenly release all of its energy in one volatile burst, spawning caithness of size and power not often seen naturally in Allevent. The likelihood was small, especially as Raruna seemed to care for her airship's maintenance.

"So how goes it?" he asked Dr. Serabel as he passed the open hatch to the small quarters she'd been given. The young Applicator looked up from her seat at a small desk mounted to the wall. The locators from Cortland were splayed out before her in various levels of disassembly.

"I don't know," the woman admitted, not looking up from her work. "I had hoped to turn his ploy against him somehow -- change the locators' frequency to create a theta wave interference pattern--" (Isengrim zoned out for the next few sentences of the Applicator's jargon) -- "but the particulars of these artifices elude me. I don't see how they function as locators at all, to be honest." In an uncharacteristic fit of emotion she threw one of the devices against the far wall of the room, where it no doubt disappointed her by remaining in one piece.

"Oh well, as long as you're sure they're not tracking us," he replied, to which she nodded dismissively. "May as well toss them, then," he advised before making his way back up toward the deck. Everything seemed to be fine, but his eyes scanned the skies anyway as he walked it perimeter, careful to keep within reach of the railing or rigging at all times. His other hand rested idly on the head of the axe at his belt, gloved finger tracing the sleek curve of steel. "You lot seeing that!?" he called out to the others on deck, pointing windward of the vessel, where in the distance another airship could be seen as little more than a dot against the blue of sky. It was driving hard against the wind, seemingly riding on orange sunbeams as its stannum crystals were running on full burn -- a sure sign that the vessel fled from some danger, and its path was leading due south for their own ship, on its stable course north.

"Wonder what's the matter," he muttered to himself or anyone who'd gathered nearby. At this distance it was nearly impossible to judge size or speed of the approaching craft, but he guessed that it was relatively small as only a fool would run a large vessel's stannum on full burn even in an emergency, as the negligible acceleration wasn't worth the significant degradation of the crystal. The pioneers of air travel had learned that the hard way some decades back, as the largest vessels virtually all went down in flames after accidentally summoning caithness of truly monstrous proportions during tests with full burn.

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#, as written by Siryn
The wrapping was crappy at best, but it would do enough to keep the bleeding down. When she had time she would use the healing crystal to finish the job. In the mean time, well, things would just go as they would. Runa pulled on a clean white shirt, put back on her red leather and tightened it across her lithe frame. Finally, over that she replaced her coat. The repairs to both pieces of clothing would have to wait until later. Right then, she had a ship to fly.

Donning her hat and weapons once again, the pirate left her quarters and went out onto the deck. She was in her own little bubble and so didn't notice too much around the deck and the people that were with her. That was until she nearly ran into the small girl that she'd taken hostage not to long ago. It was the girl that the doctor called the map. Runa stopped dead in her tracks as the little thing stared up at her and started to speak.

"Um...Yuseif tarwn maji..."

Runa stared at her blankly. Frozen in spot and completely lost as to what just happened, she couldn't bring words to her mouth as she stood there. What the heck? Did this girl think that she was speaking the common tongue? Maybe she was broken... Damn.

"Yu-se-if ta-r-wn ma-ji...?"

Once again, Runa was lost. The girl was obviously trying to communicate, she'd even spoken slower. Her voice was accentuating all of her words, but to the pirate, none of it made sense. She arched an eyebrow at the girl that tried to speak to her, only uttering a soft 'hu' in response.

"Washu rein, you look familiar?"

"Common.... speak common! Jeez," Runa replied, flustered at trying to figure out what the heck the girl was trying to sputter out. Only the last part made any sense to the pirate and she put one hand on her hip, "Yeah. I should be familiar, I brought you to the inn back at Barberry and got in on this gig."

"Could you... maybe tell me where I am right now? I can't seem to remember anything before our encounter in the bar."

Runa's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, "You... don't remember..." silence followed for a moment before Runa threw her hands up in the air, "God... She's broken. I knew it. Why can't anything work for me... why!?" The sky pirate turned her attention back to the woman and sighed heavily. She replaced her hand on her hip and reached up to hold her forehead in the other, "We were told that we had to accompany this doctor woman on an important mission. We have to protect her. You're apparently the 'map', not that you seem to be working properly, but hey. You're on my ship and we're heading North. Don't ask me the destination, I just follow orders right now. However! You're on my ship, that means you play by my rules. So, why don't we start with a name hu?"

Her gaze didn't waver as she tapped her foot impatiently. However, whatever reply the girl might have given was lost to Runa as her attention was suddenly caught by a shout at the bow of her ship.

"You lot seeing that!?"

Her eyes shot up from the girl and out towards the horizon where Grim had pointed off to. There in the distance was a vessel high tailing it across the skies. Raruna cursed under her breath and left the deck to go to the helm. She ran across the area, took the stairs two at a time and unhooked the ties holding the wheel in place. She was more than curious as to why they were running at full burn (even Runa didn't do that unless it was a life or death situation), were they crazy or something? The other thing that worried her was their course. They were headed directly for her vessel and she didn't think they had any intentions of stopping.

Her hands worked the levers quickly and her ship dipped off to the side to move out of the other vessel's path. Runa didn't drop their altitude, just changed their course slightly. She brought the ship back around and aimed it to be able to pass the other ship on her starboard side.

"Let's find out whats got a fire lit under their ass eh?" She said, mostly to herself and pushed the lever forward to gain a little more speed.

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A pat on the shoulder was enough for him to finally conclude the truth of his current appearance. He did not look at the one who did the gesture but its meaning and sentiment was enough to make him hurl even more as he was demonstrating at this very moment. It was the word that befitting his situation and demeanor flashed brightly in neon lights in his thick skull called a brain. In short terms, he looks so very...

PATHETIC.

This is a death sentence for the One-Eyed Grim Reaper. His frightening reputation was now going to be ruined because of this clobber of wood flying in the air. This was probably one of the many reasons he hated advancement or technology at all. Men should just stay to the land where they were born and never yearned for something so unreachable much like the skies. They always do the impossible things for their own pleasure and not caring for the others getting stuck in between. How truly sickening. Actually, this reminds him of someone in particular. Oh... that is just like him. Well, scratch that thought. There is nothing wrong in doing what he pleases. After all, this is his life and all. The result, there is nothing wrong in what he does.

In any case, it was good to know that the flying caithness had finally stopped their attack on them. He had enough troubles already. In addition, he was quite busy with the main problem at hand which was his meal coming out of his mouth whether he liked it or not. Because of it as well, he was not able to hear the minor discussion with his other fellow mission contractors or the fact that the so-called captain had already left the deck and went to the cabins. He managed to stabilize himself as the ship was now flying smoothly that it did not disrupt his equilibrium. The shaking has ceased as well. Standing upright, he spoke in irritation. "If you're going to fly this thing, fly it properly." It was directed to the female captain but she was no where in sight.

After stating that actually, the ship was rocked with another strong draft of wind.Thus, it made the ship rattle and made Jedas queasy once more. The result he held strongly at the balustrade as if it was a precious lifeline and spewed everything that he could from his mouth without care. This is definitely the last time he would ever ride one of these weird contraptions. This pattern continued on as he looked very dejected in his current state. However, in the horizon he managed to catch a glimpse of something approaching him or the right word was the rickety ride he was in. It was then he heard someone yelling about seeing that or something. He sarcastically retorted. After all, the grim reaper was in not the best of moods judging by his condition as of now.

"I'm not blind." He did not care if it strike a nerve or something. One eye might be the only source of his vision at the moment however, he is not invalid due to it. Further, such statement is discriminatory, By that, this is against the law. And what he mean by the law is something that he had concocted at the back of his mind while drinking his heart out at one of the pubs that he later destroyed due to being cheated in his tab. When actually, he was not the best counter of all times. Getting back on the topic, he narrowed his one good eye and noticed it to be a ship and not a caithness. However to dodge the said ship from colliding with theirs, the captain performed a maneuver that trigger his airsickness once more.

When this was done, Jedas fell to his knees by the sudden turn of the helm. His hand gripped on a nearby column and his other hand covered his mouth instantaneously. For he could feel the bile traveling upwards his throat and wanted to exit through his mouth. Once, he regained his momentum to stand. He did so and quickly vomited his accumulated bile to down the bucket which is open skies. Furthermore, irritation could be clearly seen in his eye especially when he heard the female captain speaking about finding about something. Oh, he will definitely fine something to shut the girl up for good. Due to this, the good deed of making breakfast was cancelled and the girl propelled to second place in his list of Hate then Kill. Gaining a sense of equilibrium, he glared at the direction of the captain. "I'll kill you a sorry excuse for a captain."

However, the threat lost its charm as the ship shook once more. This made him once more prone to his airsickness and vomited his what could be left of his meal down the hatchet. In any case, the one taking the first spot on his list was none other than the airship that was about to collide with theirs. The One-Eyed Grim Reaper did not care for any reasons why the ship was out of course or somehow having what they call it burning or whatever. All that matters to him is that this thing wanted to knock him out of the air. He hated airships and this only strengthened it. So, he decided this ship will be destroyed and if not burned down. Oh, he will do it personally by his mere hands. "You're going down you piece of wood."



The setting changes from Allevent to Open Plains North of Barberry

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas Character Portrait: Lawrence Rivers
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Lawrence stretched her limbs, making sure everything was in working order. She knew all too well how one torn muscle could put you at a vast disadvantage. Fortunately, she felt fine; invigorated really. Fighting usually had that effect on her. In her line of work, she disposed of people quickly, quietly and with no fuss. She never had any opportunity really fight, to allow muscle memory take over and not think of anything but her opponent.

Taking a quick look around her, Lawrence decided there was enough people on deck for her to leave for a few minutes. She went below deck, searching around until she found their drinking water. The assassin unhooked her canteen and submerged it into the cool water. Once it was full, she gulped some of it down, enjoying the feeling of it sliding down her throat. She then poured it over hand and wiped the blood off her neck.

Filling the container once more, she placed it back on her belt and went to find her bag. Before the caithness attack, she'd quickly stowed it on top of a high shelf that held random other things she didn't quite understand. Pulling it down, Lawrence shoved aside her clothing, her arrows, an extra pair of boots until she found her sword. Lawrence swung it across her back, buckling it against her chest. After putting the bag back on the shelf, she made her way back up stairs.

"You lot seeing that!?" She'd barely made it back on deck before she heard Grim shout.

Quickly moving to his side, she saw what had caught his attention; a ship. It was moving very quickly, heading right in their direction. "Are they okay?" Lawrence asked, leaning against the side of the ship, trying to see them more clearly. Hearing a thud, she looked over at the One-Eyed Grim Reaper, who had fallen to his knees and was vomiting whatever he'd had for breakfast into the sky. Her lips twitched into a closed-lipped smile, finding it amusing that the son of bitch, after all his talk, couldn't even stand without the help of the ship's railing.