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Zherynnia Analorum

"Yu...yu harein jo'huf siim! Ma'hal... t-that is to say, er... I forgot!"

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

Description



The Book-Eater




ImageName: Zherynnia Analorum

Age: Appears 16

Sex: Female

Race: Qi'jhariihl
The Qi'jhariihl are better known as "book-eaters" in common tongue. Other terms for them can include "living compendiums" or "map weavers". Their name derives from their very method of existence and their rare ability to literally absorb texts into themselves. This is not to say they steal words from books but they can trace the patterns and weave them into their minds. More practiced members of the race are able to differentiate the knowledge and catalog it within themselves, but this method takes many years to even begin to comprehend. Therefore, younger members of this race may not even attempt to learn how to hone their abilities, since it takes a very sharp mentality and understanding to delve into this art. Even among those that try, it can prove to be a difficult task so in the end, only a few of this race end up being able to use their abilities at all.

Other beings require sustenance to live--the Qi'jhariihl require knowledge. In the simplest of terms, information and value translate into varying portions of life depending on the amount of each that they will feed upon in a single dose. The rarer and more ancient the object is, the more months--possibly years--the Qi'jhariihl can absorb from it. Potentially, they can live for as long as they are able to find artifacts and treasure. Many members of this race logically grow a sense of wanderlust and will leave their homes at young ages to spend the rest of their days as vagabonds and adventurers. If they are unable to find treasure to feed off of, they can just as easily use texts and literature, though this provides much less vitality time for them and will act almost as meals. (Meaning they would have to absorb knowledge several times a day to get by) Everything they ever absorb can later be called upon if the need should arise, however, retrieval of information can range in difficulty depending on if it has been cataloged and organized correctly with the mind.

Qi'jhariihl are highly sought after when it comes to journeying, due to their wealth of knowledge. For anything they do not know, they can learn in mere instants simply by taking in the text or maps into themselves. The trouble exists in being able to find one, as they tend to become antsy if in the same spot too long. To the less experienced, they will always appear as foreigners or world-weary travelers always looking for the next rush of treasure hunting. Overall, they will appear to bear much resemblance to humans, if not for three very distinct factors. The first resides in their eyes, which have the tendency to alight with letters and sometimes even small pictures or numbers, which will flash across their irises quickly when they are thinking or recalling knowledge. The second is their appearance. A member of this race can distinctly choose what age they would like to remain at and will not physically age beyond that point, given they remain constant in their feedings. (Though older members of the race prefer to appear more mature, by default) And the third is their memory capacity, which far exceeds (more than likely) all other races. A Qi'jhariihl never stops learning, however, this fact can work against them as they must be careful how much information they absorb at a single time. Too much can cause them to become absolutely incoherent and unable to retrieve what was just eaten.

Occupation: Treasure-Hunter

Appearance: Instantly noticeable are her extremely wide orange-amber eyes, as if she is contemplating her next meal at all hours of the day. Many streams of data will flit across her eyes in an instant as there is never a moment she is not thinking about something or other. She has long hair the same color as her eyes, bangs partially brushed to the left side of her face and sideburns curving around her cheeks. Her hair is thickly braided into two ponytails, the majority of the length hanging in loose strands of hair. She wears a silk hat adorned with small trinkets and knotted with a bow on the left side of her head. Her attire is very asymmetrical yet speaks volumes about her personality. At least she managed to match her shoes correctly.

Personality: Due to the sheer wealth of information inside of her mind, she has the tendency to stutter a little--rushing over her words without meaning to. This can cause her to leave out large portions of details from her explanations and she will hurry to fill in the blanks. However, this is often done in an out-of-order manner and will very easily confuse the recipient of the information. It can be a little frustrating to deal with her for an extended period of time simply because of the fact that she isn't an effective communicator. Oft are the times she will forget words in the generally understood language and slip into her own tongue (which is rife with many dialects). She doesn't have a great understanding of "right" and "wrong" and would love to simply classify herself as a "treasure hunter"--which would be accurate to some extent if not for the fact that she steals from those that already own her prize. She truly does not know the difference so reprimanding her will not do much good. She's got a mind for adventure, or perhaps just the lull of treasure? Either way, she is very excitable and does not have a great deal of patience. It is difficult for her to remain in any one location if there is nothing to hold her interests or anything to feed on. Her preferences are always constantly shifting so this makes her extremely picky and there will be times she will outright refuse to absorb something because it doesn't "pique" her interests. Though she attempts to be friendly, she tends to forget that not everyone will understand her. Most of the time, she will remain oblivious if someone else dislikes her. Despite her childishness at times, she has a charming likeability factor to her--so most will not shun her... once they get used to her speech patterns.

Skills

Strengths: Surprisingly, she possesses very keen aim and perception, making her a wonderful marksman and archer. She is skilled in long-range combat, if the need should arise, and rarely misses her targets. She was able to balance both physical prowess with her feeding--hey, sometimes a treasure hunter needs to fight for her trophies. She is quite agile and while her physical blows may not do as much damage as someone bulkier, she can still hold her own in hand-to-hand combat. She also has marvelous tracking affinity and can create maps from scratch by looking at the landscape and drawing from anything she has read about the area. She definitely has an odd type of charisma--somehow, others can be oddly drawn to her without even realizing why. This adds to her ability to be persuasive if she chooses to be and can often get others to see things from her point of view.

Weaknesses: Her recall is absolutely atrocious. This is due to her lacking the discipline of being able to organize all the information she has absorbed. Therefore, she finds it a challenge to draw upon the knowledge that she has learned--often depicting it in odd and chronologically incorrect spurts. She can have trouble sticking to one language and may not always be able to get her point across in times that she must. Her obsession with treasure and knowledge is formed out of her dependency on it to live--this can also lead her to become off-task and less focused on the situation at hand. She is also absurdly difficult to track should she wander too far from the group.

Equipment/Abilities: Despite the fact that she is a younger member of the Qi'jhariihl race, she is still able to absorb large quantities of information in one sitting. If she is able to recall it, she can create maps with ease or recite excerpts from text. Though she has not quite gotten around to the cataloging end of things, the information is stored in her mind... somewhere. Always on her person is also a bow that she had come across, a rare relic that she found whilst journeying in a desert.

Bio

Past: There is not much that she can recall about her earlier years. Unlike most members of her race, who will wait until their adult years to travel, she was seized by wanderlust at a very early stage in her life. As such, she was never taught basic discipline or how to organize the information inside of her mind. As she will tell it, she was treasure hunting before she could talk and wandering before she could run.

Present: It's a bit tricky to pinpoint exactly what she is doing at any given moment. At one, she could be aboard a caravan traveling to another city and the next, in the mountains to dig up lost tombs. With some hesitation, it can be said that she is currently looking for the next elusive treasure to add to her reservoir of knowledge.

Future: She will always be on the look-out for new treasure, no matter where it is in the world. She wishes to somehow gain mastery over her mind and somehow find tutelage in this art. She hopes that her travels will bring her to a potential teacher or to the right book that will unlock all the answers for her.

What other characters would know: She will always perk up at the word "treasure" and (literally) instantaneously appears in any conversation pertaining to this term. She has an insatiable appetite and always seems to be up for a snack... or five.

What other characters wouldn't know: Her conversion abilities aren't quite what they should be and she absorbs a greatly reduced amount of life energy from her feedings. It is easier for her to be on the edge between mortality and immortality and it a constant source of concern for her, should she need find something to absorb into herself.

Additional Quirks: She cannot eat regular food--if she does, her body will automatically reject it and she will have terrible symptoms develop from her endeavor. The mildest of which include migraines or an upset stomach, worse can be a fever or an ulcer--sometimes even worse. Almost always will she regurgitate the food.

So begins...

Zherynnia Analorum's Story

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#, as written by Siryn
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

Characters Present

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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#, as written by Wrenn
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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#, as written by Siryn
"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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#, as written by Igari


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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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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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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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas
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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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MISSION #003




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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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.

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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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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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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."



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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.

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Grim positioned himself beside Icarus to take advantage of the elixer's handy air lens, looking in on the magnified image. "Looks like a runner," he guessed, seeing the small vessel's sleek profile and raked fore-and-aft rig. Stubby wings provided minimal stabilization, and the bulk of the craft's mass was in the rear, where it housed a tooled up engine that looked like it belonged on a much larger craft. The design was new, as far as Grim knew at least, and supposedly the fastest form of travel available on Allevent.

"Yah, bring up that channel," he requested, waiting for Icarus to establish communications. When he was given the affirmative, Grim spoke up, his gruff voice oddly hesitant as this was the first time he'd ever spoken over a distance, using either an elixer or an artifice.

"Hailing southbound vessel!" he called. As captain of the ship Raruna no doubt would want to address any sister airship in the sky, but until he knew there was anyone to talk to at all, Grim supposed she wouldn't mind his imposition. "Ahoy, southbound!" he tried, closing his eyes and turning an ear toward the wind chamber as he waited for a response. "Any visual on the deck?" he asked the others, the younger of whom no doubt possessed eyesight superior to his own.

"Raruna!" he barked after the prolonged silence, turning away from Icarus and allowing the lad to close the channel if he wished. "I want to intercept that craft - can you bring us around?" Obviously the runner flew too quickly to be boarded if they flew in opposite directions, but if they circled back south and sped their own vessel as quick as they could, the speed difference between the two would be greatly lessened. It was dangerous, of course -- going full burn themselves was inherently risky, not to mention the possible damage were the ships to collide. "We've got to get aboard and disable that stannum engine before critical degradation," he announced. The runner housed a crystal no doubt significantly larger than their own, and if not disabled could release a caithness that could wreak havoc on the small towns of the countryside before a guild or militia was able to respond.

"You, you and... you," he said, pointing to Icarus, Raruna and then Zherynnia. "You'll be the ones to go aboard." The white-haired mercenary was an obvious choice as the group's stannum elixer, and the sky captain and the book-eater were likely the most knowledgeable about an airship's engines, and the best to disable it safely. The hulking northlander turned back toward the rapidly approaching runner, its slim hull skimming along on vibrant orange starbursts as the stannum crystals continued their full burn. Still minutes away despite its terrific pace, and perhaps ready to release its caith at any moment.

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Her gaze shot to Icarus who had offered to give them a chance to speak to the other vessel. The air before him had swirled into a bubble like thing and magnified the vessel in the distance. She couldn't see clearly where she was at the helm of her ship. Grim walked over to Icarus then, though, and peered through the shifted air and then told him to open that communication with the other ship.

"Hailing southbound vessel! Ahoy, southbound!" Grim called out. Raruna didn't mind his taking that portion for himself. She highly doubted that anyone was going to answer them.

"Any visual on the deck?"

Runa simply shook her head in response, she couldn't see anything from where she was stationed and doubted that she could see any better were she to look through the magnifying wind tunnel.

"Raruna! I want to intercept that craft - can you bring us around? We've got to get aboard and disable that stannum engine before critical degradation,"

The sky pirate grinned at the man, "I thought you would never ask! Of course I can do that! My ship may be small, but I've enough power to catch that lump of metal," she boasted once more. Her eyes were wild again and her heart pounded hard in her chest. The adrenaline rush was what she was looking for. It was a kind of hi for her, putting her in an elevated state of being that she loved to be in, probably a little bit too much for her own health, but who cared about that? Adjusting her hat, she reached out and began working the levers to get ready to swing them around. Working the levers, she dragged the starboard side down and the ship tilted again, with the wheel she directed her vessel into a large half circle that turned them around. She readjusted the levers and pushed them forward again, giving the crystals power.

"You, you and... you, you'll be the ones to go aboard," Grim announced, pointing to Icarus, Zherynnia and then Raruna. Runa grinned in response to that and prepared to power her vessel to keep up with the other. If she did it too soon she would out run the other, too late and she would lose their target ship.

Her gaze kept looking behind her to keep track of where the other vessel was and when she was sure that it was in range, Runa pushed the levers forward all the way. The caith crystals hummed louder than before and her stern shook. Running full burn was something she rarely did, however, Runa knew her ship could handle it. Besides, she didn't plan to keep her vessel like that the entire time they were on the other ship. She would attack the anchors to the other air ship and pull back on the full burn, allowing the larger ship to carry her smaller one with it. In a matter of seconds the second ship was next to them, her vessel humming along near the bow of the ship to avoid the wings that jutted out from the vessels sides, it was just as Runa had planned and she locked her wheel to keep it steady.

Rushing down to her deck she picked up the tied down ropes with anchors on the ends. There were six of them, "Throw them!" She yelled the order out to anyone that could hear her and would help. She twirled the one in her hands with practiced ease and let it fly out across the distance. Her line hooked and she tied it off on her ship. Runa moved to the next and repeated the process. Once all six anchors were attached to the other ship, Runa lifted a small hatch on the side of the ship and dragged out a long plank. Lifting one end of it, she slipped it between the slot where it was supposed to go and pushed it out over to the other ship. Her plank locked on her end to keep it from sliding out completely and dropped down just a few inches over the edge of the vessel beside them. Quickly, she returned to the helm and pulled the propelling levers down just enough to stop their full burn and then leapt down the stairs back on deck.

Drawing her sword she tossed herself up onto the plank. Her ship shuddered slightly as the other one began dragging hers along with it. The ropes angled slightly and her plank did the same. Looking back she glowered at her sails that were still down, with a flick of her sword she called out over her deck, "Someone fold the sails! We're against the wind!" Then she turned and faced the other vessel, "Prepare to be boarded," she muttered to herself as she could see no one was on the deck of the other ship. Runa quickly moved across the plank and dropped down on the other deck. Her eyes flicked back and forth to try to see if anyone was on board that she might have missed the first time. Only an eerie silence met her. Runa narrowed her eyes as her fingers tightened around her sword. She didn't like the feeling she was getting.

"Such a large ship... and no one to fly it? How the hell does that work? Who in their right mind leaves it on full burn as well?" She said, mostly to herself. Runa started making her way to the back of the ship where the caithness was that powered the ship. Unlike her vessel, the power crystal was up on deck, right behind the captains quarters and wheel of the ship. Runa frowned as she took the stairs two at a time to get up above. The caith didn't look like it belonged to the ship it was powering and that made her suspicious. Eitherway, she was going to have to disable it somehow, preferably before it blew up in her face of course.

Sheathing her sword, Runa was entirely focused on the glowing contraption before her. Her eyes wandered around the tubes and wires that curled along the enormous box that held the giant crystal in its core. The crystal was glowing bright orange, almost red from it's continuous burn. The sky pirate rounded the entire thing twice before she got a general idea on where things were hooked up to and where the power was going. Rubbing her hands together she dropped down to her knees and leaned forward, "Well, lets get started shall we? Can't have you destroying my ship now can we?"

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The woman in front of her seemed to be frustrated, was she not explaining things properly? The book-eater frowned and went to make an amendment to her statement but was cut off by a call from behind her. She started, the pirate woman moving quickly towards the direction of the voice. Zherynnia shot a look from underneath her lashes towards the man that was scowling in the direction of the captain before following after the other timidly. At the moment when her memory was still rather fuzzy, it would be best to stick close to someone that she recognized as familiar to her. The older man seemed irked by an object that was steadily approaching them, his gruff voice sounding above them all.

"Hailing southbound vessel! Ahoy, southbound! Any visual on the deck?" She followed the direction of his gestures, catching sight of another aircraft. The girl tilted her head--that... that design looked like something that she had eaten at some point... Urgh. Her stomach gave a heave as she thought of eating and she fought back the reflex to empty the content of her stomach on the decks of the ship. She must've over-eaten or something earlier, not that she remembered even doing such a thing. The others continued on, oblivious to her discomfort.

"Raruna! I want to intercept that craft - can you bring us around? We've got to get aboard and disable that stannum engine before critical degradation," The man barked at the pirate woman. Raruna grinned in response and was quick on the uptake as she grabbed the steering wheel.

"I thought you would never ask! Of course I can do that! My ship may be small, but I've enough power to catch that lump of metal," And with that, the airship gave a lurch as Raruna increased the speed to catch up with the other vessel. Zherynnia lurched forwards on to the hard wood of the deck, unable to keep her balance. What on earth was wrong with her? She didn't like what was happening--she just wanted some treasure...

Treasure...?

The word brought with it a brief flash of a memory, an office, a scientist, and there were others... Yes, just like the others that were on this aircraft. Had she conversed with them earlier? She furrowed her brows. Now obviously wasn't the time to be thinking of this, not with what was transpiring. She forced herself to stand up straight, grabbing onto a nearby edge of a crate to keep herself steady. Raruna brought them parallel against the other craft and already, the old man was speaking again.

"You, you and... you, you'll be the ones to go aboard," He pointed to her, the man with white hair, and the pirate woman. She grimaced, why her? She was an unwilling participant in these events, besides, she was kidnapped, she recalled with a bit of unease. This was so annoying! This always happened when she over-ate, she had these horrid blackouts and she couldn't remember anything or tell left from right. It wasn't that she was broken, she wasn't! She just couldn't place... what... Oh, there was no point in even completing the thought! The book-eater glumly nodded her head in consent, a flash of a pout crossing over her features. She was going to be dragged along whether she liked it or not and abandoning ship wasn't exactly an option. But the next chance she got, she was going to bolt for it.

Raruna was already moving ahead of them, calling orders for ropes and planks to be set up. Zherynnia didn't see a point in trying to wait for the other man and only nodded in his direction before following after the captain. She was quick to dart across them--the planks were unsteady enough as it was and boarding another vessel was tricky enough business. As she cautiously boarded the other aircraft, the first thing she noticed was that it was devoid of people... in fact, there was no one running the sihp at all. Now that was odd, wasn't it? Where was the crew? And for that... agh. Her head was hurting.

She rubbed her temples as she dizzily walked around past the steering wheel and the captain's quarters. Raruna was already there, kneeling on the ground and leaning forward. The woman released a sigh, remarking as soon as Zherynnia made her approach. "Well, lets get started shall we? Can't have you destroying my ship now can we?" This was wrong, something was... this seemed so out of place. Why did she have such a headache? Agh... some stray letters and numbers moved across her pupils as she stared at the contraption--this looked familiar, she knew this, she knew what this was. This wasn't right, something...

The captain went to reach out to touch the device and then it hit her. "Treklhe!" She exclaimed before diving into the woman before her fingers brushed on to the glowing contraptions. The two fell to the ground but Zherynnia was already straightening up, taking her bow off of her shoulders and notching an arrow. "Don't touch that!" She hissed as her sharp eyes caught movement from above them. No, there was no one on deck because they weren't on the deck at all. She fired a warning shot into one of the upper watch platforms aboard the ship and there was the faint scuffle of movement from up above. She gritted her teeth as she readied another arrow, shifting in front of the device.

Like it always had, her knowledge base began to kick in when she needed it most. Her insecurity faded away just slightly as she allowed the cool, knowledge to sweep over her, granting her confidence. A device like that wouldn't have been left out in the open with such levels of instability. There had to be a core somewhere to null the effects in case of any interference--in this case, she was almost certain there was another switch somewhere. "We need to deactivate the core before we touch the device," She said quietly, narrowing her eyes as she continued to stare up above them. Somehow she had a feeling that they hadn't been the targets at all. If whoever was manning this ship was hiding from them, why hadn't they tried to stop them when the group had boarded the ship...? She bit her lip, keeping her arrow at the ready. Nothing was ever that easy.

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He couldn't but be really impressed with Runa's flow on the ship. She was so at ease with it, shown by the way she handled the ship perfect. Bringing it it's maximum capacity, judging when to bring it to full burn where it wouldn't have to run too long before it caught up with the other ship's speed, and when to bring it back down so that it could drift steadily without over taking it.

Grim had picked the taskforce, and had shown a bit of his prowess at leadership with who he picked. Icarus would have been the main defense, Although he was sure Runa was capable of putting up a fight, Icarus was trained for that specific purpose. Runa knew ships better than anyone else on deck, so she would have the best chance of finding what was wrong with the ship and diffusing the situation. And Zherynnia would was the only one who most likely the knowledge capable of being of any help on the ship. Icarus himself knew a bit of the ships, but not enough to be of mention, mainly names and basic uses.

Runa got to work latching her ship to the runaway vessel. Gliding around the ship with her trademark on-board grace. Icarus noted how she was better than most of the male captains he had seen on his time on Allevent. He smiled a bit but got to work tossing the anchors and tying them in. When he looked to the side, Runa had, by herself, brought the plank to the next ship over. How she lugged the heavy thing he would never know, but he didn't question. The group walked across to the next ship over and he followed Runa around, making sure to stay alert to any shifts in nearby air pressure, in case something tried to sneak up on them. Runa led them to the crystal, which unlike her ship was up on the deck, behind the captain's wheel. She strode up, muttering to herself. And immediately got set to begin working on it. Icarus had barely noticed Zherynnia tilting back and forth with a pained or lost look on her face. He was about to check on her, when her eyes snapped to focus and she tossed herself onto Runa. Icarus grabbed the hilt of his sword, ready to draw.

"We need to deactivate the core before we touch the device" She said. pulling out her bow and sending a few warning shots into the planks above. Icarus heard some shuffling. Whoever was up there must have been deathly still and held their breathing to a low point to avoid alerting him. The book eater was already on that. But from the corner of his eye he saw a flash of a shadow from behind the core. He looked over and saw nothing there. But decided to inspect it. If they met any adversity, better to know their surroundings and what was in them. He went behind the core, and saw the hole in the ground for the cablery to go into. Normally it was tightly fit around the core, but now it was gaping, as if something tore through it. Icarus looked into the hole, Whatever he had seen must have gone through there. The hole was big enough to go through it, but he didnt know how deep it went. He held out his palm and immediately a small glowing ball of bluish-white light appeared before him. He manuevered the ball into the hole, illuminating a fifteen foot drop to a room with a bunch of cablery. Some of it was chewed through. He turned back and went to Runa. "I think I found something. I am going to check it out. Just bang on the floor to let me know if you need anything, I shouldn't be far. Ill be back soon. He said. And with that, turned back to the hole, dropped down, softening his landing with a cushion of air, and was greeted with a long silvery tentacle wrapping around his throat and flinging him across the room. He landed against one of the iron walls and crumpled to the ground. Barely able to focus on the large caithness before him. It looked like a horse-sized rat, but its body was wrapped with knots of orange-tinged wires, and its one long tail was accompanied by many other wires that moved around before it like tails as well, whipping and snapping wildly. And its eyes were trained on Icarus. The whites replaced by a cloudy black color, and the irises the only color distinguised in its eyes, looking like glowing rings the color of the caith it has been tainted with. The rat let out a low growl, and made its way to Icarus, His head throbbing and and headed clouded too far to think straight.

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"Treklhe!"

Raruna was startled by the shout that filled the air. The woman turned just in time to see Zherynnia lunging for her. At first the sky pirate thought the woman was attacking her because she didn't understand what was shouted from her lips. The girl was surprisingly strong as she slammed into Runa and took them both down onto the floor. Hardly able to figure out what was going on, she blinked twice and realized that the woman on her was already sitting up and drawing her bow.

"Don't touch that!" Zherynnia said in the common tongue. Finally, Runa understood and then looked around the ship as the girl shot off an arrow up into the planks above them. Something moved up there and Raruna was sure she wasn't the only one to see that.

"We need to deactivate the core before we touch the device."

Runa finally got herself moving then, sitting up and scooting herself out from under Zherynnia who had been straddling her whilst looking up into the rafters. The woman kept her bow drawn and the sky pirate was surprised to see the change in demeanor. The girl was a fighter, and a good one at that. Standing, she watched as Icarus moved behind the generator with the caith crystal inside its middle. She wondered what it was he was looking for because she'd not seen anything suspicious around it. Icarus returned to look at her after a moment of searching.

"I think I found something. I am going to check it out. Just bang on the floor to let me know if you need anything, I shouldn't be far. Ill be back soon."

"Wait! Icarus! Don't just go doing random things!" Runa shouted and rushed after him. She barely caught sight of his form disappearing down into a large hole that definitely wasn't there when she was investigating. The floor was seemingly chewed through, the wood splintered and hardly circular. The wires that powered the crystal shuddered and shook and a loud sound from below caused Runa to wince and grind her teeth.

"Damn it!" Turning around she looked back up into the rafters to see if whatever Zherynnia had shot at was still there. The pirate's hand reached down to her waist and took hold of her sword. She had two choices. Stay on the deck and help the book eater, or jump down and see if Icarus was alright. Another, growling sound issued from the hole next to her and Runa glanced down to the dark hole. It was decided then.

"Stay here!" She shouted at the girl with the bow and hoped to whatever Gods there were that the girl would be alright on her own. If they had to find the core to the power then Raruna's best shot was to follow the wires leading below deck and disconnect or destroy whatever it was that was down there. Drawing her sword she turned to the dark hole and eyed it for a moment. A bit of a grin spread across her lips as her eyes flashed with the adrenaline rush that had begun to pick up through her body. Runa jumped into the hole and fell down to the bottom. Her boots hit the floor hard and she let her body roll forward to keep from injuring herself from the long fall.

Wires and cords rattled around as something moved in the darkness before her. Runa stood up slowly and eyed the twitching power cords. Then she noted that the thing that moved the cords was actually quite large and finally it turned to face her and she was met by the most disgusting caithness she'd ever seen. The thing looked like an overgrown rat with glowing eyes and a long sickly looking tail that flipped back and forth, the cause for the wires constant movement.

"Oh you are one ugly ass caithness aren't you," Runa commented then ducked immediately as it whipped it's tail at her, dragging with it several wires that Runa had to dance through to avoid being hit. She couldn't see in the darkness very well so couldn't tell if Icarus was anywhere near by. He must have been because he was the one who had dropped down into the hole first. Runa lunged forward after the tail that had swiped passed her. Her sword slashed, cutting through something hard and she thought that she'd hit her target. A moment later told her this was not so and she had to maneuver quickly around the incoming tail that came whipping back at her in the darkness.

What she'd cut had been wires instead of the tail and she winced inwardly. Not knowing what those wires were connected to could be a big problem, especially if the ship started to lose power somewhere else other than the propelling crystals on the hull of the ship. Runa ducked quickly as the wires came flipping back at her. The one's she'd cut were more wild than the other ones and she felt several cuts along her face and arm as the wires hit her. Raruna whirled around on her heel and faced the large rat that had twisted around to glower at her. Twisting her blade in hand, Runa took a moment before she charged the caithness a second time.

Having been in the darkness long enough, Runa had begun to make out shapes around her and decided that to get where she wanted to be, she would have to pull some acrobatics to get there. Not that she minded at all. Lunging forward, she jumped up onto a box that begun to slide forward from her momentum. As it slide, she jumped off of it to another and then to another that was a bit higher. The boxes that she landed on begun to tilt forward and she let them until she was parallel to the rats face. Pushing off the boxes, she sent them flying backwards while she went forward and swung her blade at the rats face. Her weapon cut across the right side of it's face and it reeled backwards as she hit the floor and rolled again.

At the back of her mind she wondered why the boxes she'd used were empty. Most vessels carried storage, not empty crates. Even so, she didn't really care all that much, it was a minor inconvenience to her and she slid to a stop and prepared herself for another lung forward. As she came back at the caithness, it twisted around in rage and pain, sending it's tail right at her. Runa ducked in time, but had momentarily forgotten about the wires about it's large tail. The heavy bundle of cords hit her and she found herself tangled in a matter of seconds as she came flying across the small expanse. Her sword was lost to her the moment she took the hit and she couldn't make heads or tails of the cords that wrapped around her. There were too many that were connected and wrapped around the damn caithness.

She hit something in mid flight across the room and crashed to the floor. Runa struggled in the wires frantically, hissing in irritation at her carelessness. Even as she pushed and pulled, worked her way through each loop, the rat had begun to move again and her body followed with the cords. The tail was constantly moving and thus, so were the wires. Runa refused to cut more of the wires, considering themselves lucky that her last attack and cutting of the wires hadn't done anything to the power in the ships caith crystals.

"Who... in their right mind... thought this was a good idea!" Runa cursed loudly. She twisted around rolled with the movement of the rat and was beginning to find it even more difficult to get untangled as she was being dragged around. Her thoughts whirled. It was beginning to look like she'd have to cut the wires, that or hope that Icarus was somewhere nearby and could kill the half blind rat that stumbled around. If she cut the wires, she began trying to calculate how much time they would have to get out of the hull and reach the safety of her own ship that would be dragged down. It would be do-able, but she didn't want to put the others on her ship in that kind of situation. Make up your mind Runa! She cursed to herself. Working a hand free, she reached for her knife.

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Aboard Raruna's airship, Isengrim stood beside the boarding ramp, eyes on the runner's deck while trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Seemingly out of nowhere the book-eater had launched herself at Raruna, tackling her to the ground before rapidly launching an arrow at an unseen target. "What the hell?" he muttered, craning his head to get a view of whatever target Zherynnia had seen. Meanwhile, Icarus disappeared around the back of the stannum engine, obscured by the large metal encasing and various conduits. "Icarus, status-" he requested, unsure if the man had been able to keep open that wind channel for communications.

"What the hell's going on over there?" he shouted across the ships, but Raruna had disappeared along with Icarus somehow.

Dr. Serabel joined the others on the deck, coming up from her quarters below. "Why have we changed course?" she asked, but then quieted when she saw the ship they'd docked with. "What has happened?" she asked hurriedly, moving over to stand behind Grim. "Is that engine on full burn?" she asked, seeing the telltale orange glow emanating from the stannum crystal. "We need to cut free before critical degredation!" she declared, pulling on Grim's arm to turn him toward her.

"Can't - I sent Raruna, Icarus and the book-eater to shut it down. We can't cut free until they return."

"You sent our captain and our map onto a vessel that is going to be dropping from the sky any moment," she asked incredulously, moving to position herself in front of him to force eye contact. "And you lashed our own ship to it? What happens when that engine fails?" she questioned. When Grim didn't respond, Dr. Serabel turned to Lawrence and Jedas. "You two - prepare to sever our ties," she ordered, pointing to the fastenings that bound the ships together.

"If they're not back by the time that engine blows, we're leaving them," the doctor announced. "This mission is more important than any of its members."

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She was completely out of breath, clutching her sides as she attempted to get a hold of herself. They had been running for a generous amount of time and that was enough to wear her out. Of course, it wasn't as if she was out of shape but running like that would wear anyone out. She took a few minutes to relax, bent over slightly and readjusting her hands so that she was supporting her weight with them against her knees. Xerxes padded around her ankles, flicking his tail against her legs but seemingly unaffected by the day's activities. She would really need to reprimand him later, for now, recuperation.

Her legs trembled a bit and the girl released a very deep sigh. She was going to have to sit down... She looked over her shoulder, noting they were a safe distance away from the boy she had caught sight of in the grass. Nodding to herself, she plopped down on the ground with a faint purr of relief. Out of the city at last! She glanced upwards as a rustling nearby told her that her companion was approaching her. The blond-haired elf looked just as worn as the summoner felt.

"...thank you... I feel... I feel I must repay you somehow, but I lack the funds to do so..." There was an airiness to the tone, perhaps breathlessness? The girl patted the ground next to her with a tired smile, trying her best to be friendly. She had never had any qualms about like-kin and honestly, after what happened in the city? It was comforting to be around another forest-dweller.

"No need!" She managed with a light laugh. "But if you really want to repay me..." She paused and partially extended her hand out towards the elf. "Purrhaps you can tell me your name? Mine is Xioban," She offered first. Elves were secluded creatures, much like her own kin, but hopefully asking after a name wouldn't be regarded as too intrusive. She gestured with her outstretched hand towards Xerxes, who was pawing at a lone flower playfully. "And my furend is Xerxes, though it mewbe more accurate to say he is my furmiliar." Xerxes didn't even look up when his name was mentioned and pounced on the flower, taking the stem into his mouth as he did so.

She patted the ground again when she noticed the woman still had not taken her up on her offer. "I don't bite! And I purromise Xerxes won't either; he knows he's been a bad fox." Xioban wrinkled her nose at Xerxes purposely, who slyly grinned at her before biting into the stem. He always had an odd way of showing his approval for others and she knew it would be difficult to explain that his seemingly violent acts were really shows of affection. It took her awhile to get used to it herself. She smiled a bit at the memory. Her guardian had caused her much confusion and discomfort when she first discovered his unfortunate habit of gnawing on hair.

Since then, of course, she had gotten used to such odd displays. She adjusted her position, wrapping her arms around her legs and leaning forwards so that her chin was on top of her knees. What could she say here? She felt bad about the circumstances she had met the elf under but was certain that, at least, not everything could've been her fault. Hopefully...

Oh! Idea! Her ears straightened underneath her hat, though the movement was barely noticeable given the looseness of the fabric. "I don't know if you planned to go back to the city but if you'd like, I know a safe place fur us to stay that isn't too far fur..." She cleared her throat. "From here." She didn't make any sudden movements and didn't bother to get up quite yet. The elf was still ill at ease around her, that much was obvious. And Xerxes wasn't really making things better, what with his pantomiming of biting and using the flower stem as an example. Still, she had always been taught to show hospitality when it was needed and better that she offered something than nothing at all.



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She still had her arrow notched as the white-haired man moved around her and the captain, heading towards the device with an inquisitive light in his eyes. She didn't take her eyes off her target though she saw his movement out of the corner of her eyes. He seemed to be observing something near to the device and she heard what seemed to be a latch opening or something of the sort. She couldn't see what happened after that, only heard the man's statement of having located something and with a casual remark of going to investigate, he was gone. The pirate woman swore when he left, calling after him.

"Wait! Icarus! Don't just go doing random things!" The yell was unanswered--it didn't seem that he would be returning immediately. Raruna swore again, loudly at that, and angrily paced back and forth on the deck. Her sword was already in her hand as she looked between Zherynnia and where the white-haired man had disappeared to. A low growl sounded from beneath the book-eater's feed but she didn't spare a glance downwards. The target could move while her attentions were diverted.

"Stay here!" Raruna called and she, just like the man, descended into the gods knew where and in a matter of seconds, she was the only one standing near the device. She took a few hesitant steps to the side to get a better view of what was above her. Whoever was up there was apparently good at hiding because she couldn't hear any sounds, save for the rush of wind and the faint yells from the other airship. She was going to have to force whoever it was out--and possibly others who may have been lurking about.

She reached into the quiver on her back, taking out another type of arrow. She flicked the tip against the wood quickly, causing a small flame to catch onto the arrow. Notching it on her bow, she aimed it towards the crow's nest again. The arrow made contact and a few of the flames spread--a figure suddenly straightened. Their face was shrouded in cloth so she couldn't make out any features. Zherynnia did not pause, striking more arrowheads aflame and aiming them at all the high platforms on the airship. Had the whole crew been above them the entire time?

One of the men above her swung a rope with a claw attached to the end of it and secured a line to the side of the airship, using it to make his descent down to the decks. She was tempted to cut it to impair his landing but she had no way of knowing if that would literally throw him off the sides of the ship. She was one for knowledge after all and that would be a good waste of finding out precisely what was going on. She didn't move from in front of the device as several more figures descended, the group moving to try and surround her. The book-eater wasn't put off in the slightest though--she had faced worse odds... None that she could remember at the moment but she was sure that she had.

One of the men lunged forward, knife at the ready and the steel blade aimed towards her stomach. She jumped back, letting an arrow loose. He side-stepped but the metal sliced against his shin. He gasped and fell to one knee--while he was incapacitated, she quickly fired another one at his weapon to disarm him. The others did not wait, all of them darting forwards at once. She quickly assessed the weaponry--axes, daggers, and a pole-arm. And all of them had their faces covered--whoever they were, they didn't want anyone else having a wager at it.

Zherynnia bent her knees and slid to the deck of the ship as one of them swiped at her, turning over and using the momentum to fire another arrow at her attackers. Tch, this wouldn't do--she was at too close of a range! But Raruna had told her to stay near the device, if she moved away--but if she didn't, then she wouldn't be able to win this fight. She got up and decided it would be best to look after herself in the immediate moment. She ran towards the center of the airship, the sound of pursuing footsteps told her that, at least, her attackers were too distracted by her to consider messing with the device.

As she ran, she took out a few arrows and dragged them along the wood to set them on fire before releasing them at the fabric around one of the men's ankles. The cloth lit on fire and he screamed, dropping his weapon and trying to put out the flame. So long as she stayed at a distance, she would be ok--wait, where was the...

Her question was answered as a sharp blow to her back caused her to falter a few steps forward and a few more blows to her wrists caused her to drop her weapons. She rubbed at her skin, sidestepping as she looked behind her. Of course, the one with the pole-arm... She glanced down at her bow but he already kicked it to the side.

"Nowhere else to run, girl... and looks like you're without a weapon now," His other companions began to walk slowly towards her, weapons held up and at the ready. She flicked her gaze between each of them quickly--she might've been cornered... no, it only looked like that. Her arrows would still hurt. She took some out of her quiver and before her opponents could react, she dove forwards and sliced at their legs with the arrows she held in her hands. She whirled, driving an arrowhead into the chest of one of the men. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes as he fell forwards on the ground, dead before he hit it.

She had no time to grab the arrow from his chest and rolled onto the ground, grabbing her bow in the process. She now stood between her assailants and the device once more, arrow notched against her bowstring and a firm expression on her face.

"Washu ek iregyn masiit ehl." She said with a calculating smile. She wasn't going down that easy.

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Upon the call for her to close her eyes, Raruna dismissed all thoughts of working her knife out from it's sheath against her thigh. Shutting her eyes tightly she waited for a long while before slowly peeling them opened to see what was going on. The sounds of the caithness stumbling around and then lots of crashing told her that it was okay to open her eyes completely. A few seconds later and Icarus was next to her pulling the wires off of her. With all the jostling about, she'd somehow ended hooked up on something and off her feet. How that happened exactly, she wasn't entirely sure but she was glad to have Icarus there to help her out of the precarious situation.

"We don't have much time before the rat snaps out of it. And something tells me all this wire cutting wont be good for the generator up there, So we better make quick work of this thing and get back to it," Icarus said as he worked to free her. Raruna didn't say anything to him as he helped her, she was embarrassed that he was being so kind to her to begin with. This treatment was something she wasn't used to. Instead, she attempted to help him get her out of being tangled and with a few cut wires and a couple more removed, she toppled forward right onto him.

"Sorry," she muttered, but the tall man didn't seem affected by her small size. He set her down gently and then proceeded to look her over in the darkness. She was thankful then for the darkness as his concern for her well being was rather uncomfortable and she blushed furiously in the darkness and looked away, "Hey now, I'm alright. Nothing serious, not like I'm dying," she said to him.

"Here is your crystal. I can;t really see well, but if you feel you need it, I can cover you while you heal up."

Runa took the crystal from him and dropped it in her pouch, she didn't need it and was sure that he probably needed it more than she did. She peered around him as he turned to face the approaching terror. The rat was furious now and had finally gotten its bearings back. The beast was heading straight for them with every intention of ripping them both apart.

The damn thing is resilient... and the way it keeps whipping those wires around wont make it easy to get in a shot. I can keep pushing it back with stannum magic, but it wont do much to finish it. There isnt enough sunlight for me to try to burn it away with a lens, and with all these potential conductors here, Lumen magic might backfire and hurt you as well. Summoning vaccuums are hard to maintain, and stannum crystal-spawned caithness are pretty good at living at little to no oxygen levels for an extended period of time... so... Any ideas?

Again... the worry for her. She was seriously going to be confused for this entire trip if this man kept it up. Raruna didn't know how to handle it. So, she ignored it, well as best she could anyway. It still made her feel awkward and strange... having someone care... or was it just a ploy? Whatever it was, she would figure it out later because right then they had a giant rat that was hell bent on getting revenge.

"Yeah, a couple," Raruna answered with her signature grin plastered upon her face. Stepping forward she drew out a couple of her throwing knives and launched the weapons at the rat that came at them. The weapons hurled through the air and struck their target dead on. In return, the rat reared upwards and screamed in pain. Raruna searched quickly for her sword and when she found it, she turned and swung hard at the lump of wires on the ground. It was the fastest way she was going to be disable the ship and since no one was on it, having it crash in the plains lands below them was a better option then letting it explode and take out her ship as well.

Her blade cut through the wires and it took several seconds for the power to completely shut down. With her ship tethered to the larger one, it gave her approximately ten minutes (more like four minutes) to get on deck and unhook her own vessel. Reaching out she took hold of Icarus' arm and started to pull him towards a staircase that she'd spotted on the other side of the rats writhing form.

"Quickly! We only have a few minutes," she shouted at him as the vessel started to plunge downwards, bow first. In a matter of seconds, getting to the stairwell was faster than actually going up them. Runa let her body slide forward and caught herself against the railing. Before she started upwards, she made sure that Icarus was right there with her. Once they were both on the stairwell, she started pulling herself up onto the deck. Now the hard part. Getting to her ship. It was a matter of using things that could help her keep balance and not slide down to the bow of the vessel and to her death.

Runa glanced around and spotted Zherynnia soon after. Looking to Icarus she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. Perhaps she could have thought this one through a bit better... "Shit," she cursed. She was going to have to figure a way to get to her ship and then cut the ropes to untie her vessel from the one that was going to explode across the earth below. To make matters worse, they only had a few minutes.

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One thing he could agree on with the Doc, that this plan was not a plan at all. It was all improvise. Well, improvisation was good so, he'll give the old-timer credit there. Other than that, he disagreed with the Doc in almost everything else that she said and specifically ordered. It seemed the vessel he was on managed to stay still without much of the swaying. Probably from all of the docking and lashed whatever they wanted to call it. So, he was able to gain some momentum of balance in a sense. He was finally able to stand on one piece and regained his charming demeanor once more. There was a certain malicious glint in his good eye as he looked at the Doc. The One-Eyed Grim Reaper offered a smirk as well with that. "I agreed to your mission. But, the one thing I didn't agree on is stating that we are expendable." He jumped on top of the railing and whipped out his Ophelia in one swift motion. "Don't worry, Doc. You hired us to protect the cargo." He gave a wink and then looked at the other ship plummeting towards the ground with theirs as company. "I'll do just as that."

After stating that, Jedas found the three wondering what to do to get back to the ship. He lifted his Ophelia and appeared to be ready to cut the ropes that was attached their ship to the one about to crash into smithereens. His eye looked at the three without a hint of camaraderie. It was more like looking down on them for being incompetent. However instead of doing that, he created a giant hand made of ice scooping the three much like an ice cream and then tossing them back in to the ship. "Life is more important though." He stated as the three should have landed on the deck in a rather loud and technically hard one. Well, they can handle such a thing. They did not fall that high in his opinion. Plus, they were old enough not cry about some boo-boos. Although, if they complained they could try a new sport like free fall or airship gliding. Hey, he would have no problems of showing them how.

Once, he was certain that the three were aboard and safe which was the last thing on his mind really. He did not waste time cutting the ropes that tied their ship to the ones falling from the sky. Icicles gathered above him as they hit the designated targets and releasing them once and for all. Still, he did one last final touch. He did say that the piece of wood would pay dearly. With one large swing, a large boomerang shaped by ice went towards the ship cutting it half as an explosion trembled the skies. When it was done, he looked at his Ophelia. "Used too much power." He muttered to himself. It seemed he would need to recharge his Vivum caith along the way. Hopefully, he does or he would resort to his other methods. On the other hand, he had a bigger problem to deal with as of now. The ship was swaying once more due to being free. He could feel the bile rising from his stomach and the spell of dizziness once more being placed on him.

If he looked cool a moment ago, he now looked much like a failed attempt on a comedy act as he fell from his stand on the railing backwards. Fortunately, it was not forward or he would have been the first to try the sport of free fall. Anyway, he fell on his back with a thud and covered his face with his harm while his other hand held on Ophelia. "Get us to a god-damned land already...!" How he wanted to shout that loudly but it was meshed with his vomit and voice coming out the same time. He grabbed hold on a nearby column once more and spilled his guts out once more on the sides. As if the thing that he did earlier never happened.