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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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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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After being latched to another ship that had hurtled powerlessly toward the ground below, it was a wonder to behold when Raruna was able to stabilize their own vessel, after Jedas rescued the outboard party and severed the ties that bound them to the falling airship. As they powered away, Grim leaned over the deck to watch the runner smash into the ground -- his elixer's eyes noticing the flash of stannum that emanated outward in an orange shockwave. No doubt the caithness spawned by such a cataclysmic engine failure would be a truly monstrous creature -- the northlander couldn't help but wonder about the fate of anyone unlucky enough to cross its path. With many years as a guilded caithness hunter, Grim almost felt compelled to have the ship brought back around to investigate the crash and the subsequently spawned caithness, but with Dr. Serabel dedicated solely to the mission, there seemed little chance of that. Perhaps on the way back from the huldrefolk territories he could convince the others to scout it out with him.

"You should get some rest if you need," he advised to the three who'd gone aboard the runner, and to Jedas as well. "It should be smooth sailing from here." Although they sounded dangerously like famous last words, in time his prediction was borne out, as the airship made good time for the rest of its journey north. For his part, Grim idly circumnavigated the deck several dozen times, gladly speaking to any of the others should they engage him in conversation, but not seeking them out himself. Each time he reached the prow of the ship, the expansive mountainous region of the huldrefolk drew a little closer, as though sneaking toward them each time Grim turned his back.

"Get ready to bring her down, Raruna," he requested. Although not in the mountains proper, the ship flew over the gently sloping foothills that were home to the northmost human settlements. Scattered throughout the landscape on either side of the airship, Grim could see a small settlement here and there, with lone watchtowers interspersed among them. As they slowly made their descent, small clutches of caithness could be seen roaming the open hills. Spawned not by a large, refined caith crystal but by random fluctuations in the ambient atmosphere, these caithness were small, meager things hardly worth the time to hunt. Farther north there would be even fewer encountered, as the huldrefolk had systematically cleared their mountain homes of virtually all caithness over the countless ages of their ancestors.

The setting changes from Open Plains North of Barberry to Allevent

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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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Raruna was more than surprised to see Jedas up on the rigging. She took a deep breath as he conjured a large hand of sorts and scooped up her and the other two off the falling ship and onto hers. The lines were cut as well, done by Jedas too, and Raruna's ship automatically righted itself. The jostling tossed everyone around and Jedas seemed to be the worse off than anyone else. He toppled from his spot on the rigging and landed hard on the deck. Runa got to her feet after having been thrown down and eyed him carefully. Was he alright?

He answered her question right after as he shouted something about landing, though most of what he said was unintelligible as he rushed to the side of her ship and spilled his stomach once more. The pirate winced slightly, the poor man truly hated airships. Runa got to her feet and made her way over to the helm of her ship. Reaching up she wiped at her cheek where she'd been cut by the wires inside the other vessel. Blood smeared across her hand, but the cuts weren't deep, just annoying. Working the levers once again, she turned her ship around and started back on their original course north. Locking the wheel, it was indeed smooth sailing as the air currents carried her vessel right along. There was little to no jostling about aside from the occasional bobbing up and down.

"You should get some rest if you need," Grim called to the three who had boarded the other vessel. Raruna shrugged her shoulder offhandedly. She was perfectly fine to stand at the wheel of her little airship, to stare out into nothingness and be alone. It was like old times... like every time. Adjusting her hat, she rested one hand on the wheel, the other on her hip. Only a slight throbbing in her shoulder reminded her that she was wounded. Her running around fighting the giant caithness on the other ship did nothing to help the cut given to her when they'd first started off on the journey. No matter, it would heal just fine on its own as all of her other wounds had times before.

"I'm fine. Nothing broken, just a scratch," she boasted and grinned at him. Turning her eyes away, she kept her ship steadily heading north, towards the mountains that were beginning to grow larger in size.




"Get ready to bring her down, Raruna," Grim called several hours later. The pirate complied and gently began maneuvering her vessel downwards. It was a slow, smooth decent that she engaged in and it took several minutes before they were down towards the docks. Raruna worked her ship carefully into the holding pen for her ship, the curved wooden structure built to hold ships up off the ground.

Snug and tight, her vessel slipped into the cradle and she pulled down the levers on all of the caith crystals. The humming that had been at it's peak for most of the trip died down as all of the stannum crystals lost their power. Runa locked her wheel once more and jumped down the steps to the deck. She tossed some lines over to dock before jumping up onto the side of her ship and hurling herself onto the other side. Tying down the ropes, she hopped back over to her ship and unhooked the larger plank for everyone to leave. This one she would need help lowering to the ground as it was much larger than the other one she'd tossed over to the run away vessel hours ago. Not one to ask for a lot of help, Raruna worked her way around the large plank, slowly working it free.

As she did so, heaving and pulling with all her might -something she was used to when she was alone-, she called out to Grim, "So... where exactly are we?"

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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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Icarus got to the top of the ladder and rushed beside Runa. He could see the crystal was reaching it's breaking point, White spots were appearing around the outside of the crystal, and it's usually solid dim orange glow was now a bright cloudy shine. A small crack appeared outside one of the circles. If they didnt deactivate it soon, it would blow and if the blast didnt kill them (highly unlikely) the massive caithness it spawned most likely would. Zherynnia was still busy with the people upstairs. He went to go help her when suddenly a shadow loomed over them. A semi-transparent hand scooped up all three of them, and dropped them all on the deck of Runa's ship. He hit his head again. In the same spot. When the stars cleared out he saw Jedas standing on the rail, swinging his scythe at the other ship, which was now below them. A large explosion rocked the ship, sending Jedas to his ass. Why he did that Icarus couldn't tell. The ship was never really a threat. But his head hurt to much to pursue it. He patted the back of his head. He could feel a bit of blood-caked hair. He stood uneasily. Luckily the adrenaline had not fully run out yet. He didn't bother reporting. They saw him hit the deck. He stumbled off to the quarters and and slumped to his bed. His head was spinning. He pulled out his knapsack. He figured he had a few hours to rest. He pulled out some casual clothing, showered, and went to sleep.


Icarus woke up to the sound of the landing gear being deployed. His head still hurt badly, but he would have to tough it out. He donned his armor and sword, collected his travel supplies, composed himself so as to not display his discomfort, and went out to the deck. Runa was busy lowering the plank. He wondered why she didnt ask for help. She was obviously capable, but it wouldn't hurt to get some aid. He walked over beside her, looking over the railing.


"So... where exactly are we?" She asked. He looked over to Grim.

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Xioban Efialtis Character Portrait: Lysandra Teraviel Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas
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The young woman tilted her head--she had heard that elves were reserved creatures but this woman certainly was setting an all-time record. She waited politely as the woman seemed to have an internal debate of sorts. Her introduction seemingly went unheeded, she was at a bit of a loss as to whether or not it was rude to re-ask for someone's name. Xioban reached out a few fingers to brush them against Xerxes' cheek, scratching behind one of his ears. He continued to gnaw on his plant stem though she was sure she heard a content growl. The elf sucked in her breath, displaying very obvious signs of discomfort and distance.

"...I... I don't understand why you would offer me a place to stay... you barely know me, yet you treat me as kin... give me money for new clothes, which I will repay... eventually..." The summoner was about to interject--she had just said there was no need to worry about that! Money wasn't much of an object to her; she only needed minimal amounts to afford foreign herbs and spices. The rest, she had no idea what to do with. She held in her thoughts, it seemed the elf was not finished quite yet.

"...forgive my hesitance... It's just in my nature... I am not used to such generosity..." Ah, she wondered if she had over-stepped her boundaries. But they were both children of the forest so why shouldn't the elf be treated as kin? Unless things had changed between their two tribes... Xioban briefly considered that perhaps the woman was unable to identify her--well, that wouldn't be the first time and people normally wouldn't be able to differentiate her from a human. Still.... had this woman never been shown kindness? The elf acted as if it were a foreign thing--strange and confusing.

Before she could respond or think of a way to ease her companion into the idea, she heard prickling laughter from the ground as Xerxes finally removed the stem from between his teeth. "Huehuehue," As always, his laugh carried with it its amused sarcasm as the fox stretched, tail flicking casually. "If the stupid woman does not want hospitality when it is offered, then she isn't worth the time."

"Xerxes!" Xioban frowned, crossing her arms. "That's a furry mean thing to say, purr." To demonstrate her distaste for his behavior, she only made one purr as opposed to two. Her familiar paid no mind to the disapproval as he padded a few feet away.

"Leave her, Xioban. We have things to do." His tone was firm, yes, she could hear it. She released a low hiss from between clenched teeth--she didn't like it when he spoke like that. Because when he used that tone of voice, that meant it was an order. And she wasn't in any position to disobey nor could she, even if she dared. She sent him a frown, the fox chuckling in response. "Don't give me that look, she obviously does not understand kindness so there is no point in wasting it."

"Xerxes, what if--"

"There are stupider, less uptight people to befriend, huehuehue." The summoner looked back over at the elf, lips pursed as she felt a flare of embarrassment. The residents of the forest weren't stupid! He was just too smart for them. "We're going home. I think I've had my fair share of sight-seeing for the week." There was nothing else to be done, Xioban was going to have to follow him. Her ears dropped just a little under her hat as she straightened, dusting off the seat of her skirt.

She muttered an apology under her breath, glancing at the elf once more. "Mewr..... I apurrogize.... but if you are still in the city, I always open my stall once a week." An intentionally loud growl from over her shoulder told the young woman that their chat time was over. She quickly bowed before turning on her heel, hurrying after Xerxes. She hoped the woman would be able to find her--ah, she had forgotten to get the elf's name! Oh well... she hadn't had the time anyway, no thanks to her familiar. Hopefully the elf wouldn't think too poorly of her after all of that.


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Fraujln, fraujln! Nasamet lariik mahl!!

One moment, she had been facing a group of armed men, the floor beneath her opening up to reveal the figures of the sky pirate and the white-haired man. And now in the next, she suddenly found herself being lifted up by something ethereal and tossed roughly on to the deck of the airship! The poor book-eater had no idea how to make heads or tails of the situation or, frankly, how to even react to it in the first place. The first thing that went through her head, however, was not "what on earth was going on". She was more preoccupied with the loss of knowledge that was occurring. The knowledge that was being whisked away from her that was still on the deck of the enemy ship!

The girl could do nothing and was in no position to fight the urgings of the man that had summoned the hand in the first place. All she could do was lament over the men that were surely going to perish and the fact that they had no idea why the ship had wanted to impede their progress. She rubbed her tushie (for she had fallen on it quite hard) and stood up unsteadily. The girl's shoulders were shaking and she ground her teeth together as she turned to regard the man that was now hurling over the side of the ship. Zherynnia didn't care that he was sick, she didn't feel bad that he just could not cope with air travel. No, he had committed a great disservice to her in his actions and she wasn't about to let that go by.

With a bit of red coating her cheeks in her anger, she stomped right over to him--hands balled up into fists. "Redraklyin!" She hissed at him, a slur used by her people much as swearing would be used in common tongue. "Do you have any idea what was lost on that ship?!" Her voice came out almost whiny in its anger but she didn't care. Her eyes flashed in irritation and she drew back her fist, hitting him over the top of his head before turning on her heel.

Ugh! How could he not see what precious things were lost due to his selfishness?! She had the situation under control and she had had another plan. Her stomach gave a disappointed growl, her body just realizing that it wouldn't be snacking on anything new. She didn't even turn her head to regard any of the others as the girl kicked open the door to below-decks and walked down the stairs. How could that mafrei jhaner ek anii omerijn?!

Her mind was finding it difficult to tell languages apart in her frustration and with a deep sigh, she promptly threw herself on to one of the beds in a free room. She buried her face into the pillow, breathing into it as she gave a big huff. It was officially decided. She wasn't going to go back up there until they landed and she was never going to talk to that redraklyin for the rest of the trip. Not until he learned the precious value of information and how much of it he had so casually gotten rid of.
In her childish fit of rage, the book-eater couldn't have possibly noticed that all the information hadn't been lost and paid no attention to the figure that walked the halls behind her towards the cargo hold.

The setting changes from Allevent to Open Plains North of Barberry

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Character Portrait: Raruna (Runa) Leautia Character Portrait: Isengrim Lupul Character Portrait: Icarus Saerin Character Portrait: Zherynnia Analorum Character Portrait: Derithiue Qre Jedas
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The hulking northlander, hands on his hips with unconscious satisfaction, surveyed the land about them. The sun wreathed the features of the hillside in tones of rose and honey, giving the landscape the appearance of an impressionist's painting. Maybe it was just homesickness that made him see it so -- no doubt the others saw just dust and shrubbery. "We're just south of Sweetmary," he answered. "A small mining town, Sweetmary. Mostly humans, although a few of the forest races make their homes here." True, though their numbers were low, the elves' interest in caith crystals and artificing extended to an interest in metals, ores and minerals, making a mining camp a fitting home for the more rugged elves. "They mine some alumen crystals from the mountains farther north, but it's cheaper and safer to get elsewhere, so they don't supply it much farther than Barberry. Rich nickel deposits are where the real marks are," he continued, obviously enjoying the edification even if the others had lost interest. "But those are well into huldrefolk territory." He gestured with a nod toward the mountain passes, beyond which the realm of man ended.

"All set?" he inquired of the doctor, who had two fellow Applicators -- initiates, most likely -- carry her caith artifice in its wooden crate, offloading it from the airship. "Yes, shall we press on?" With a nod, Grim turned to the north and set a moderate pace forward. Still south of Sweetmary, the last encampment in this area, they weren't in much danger from passing huldrefolk unless a raiding party came south of the mountains, but that didn't mean the party was safe entirely. Living was hard in the hills south of the huldrefolk mountains, and alongside the caithness that were randomly spawned throughout the land, the mining money to be made here attracted bandits and brigands like flies to honey.

There was no road as such, at least until they reached the mining town proper, but even then the road was little more than two ruts for wagon wheels, with grass growing around and between. The hills saw flash floods in the spring as the winter ice thawed from the mountains, which meant that the buildings -- if these ramshackle structures could be called that -- were all erected on a walkway of logs that rose a good pace above the dried mud floor. Men and women walked among the haphazard walkways as though born to it, and when Grim climbed up the ramp, his frame moved with obvious ease over the creaking, groaning timber.

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Did just a pathetic MIDGET just scold him about something he could not even careless? And even had the audacity to hit him on the head? Oh, someone was going to be slaughtered at this very moment. His ash green eye glowed eerily with as it took a certain sheen. However, it quickly dissipated as the ship jolted once more upon entering an air pocket. He was once more hurling on the side and set aside his personal grudge match with the DWARF. Once this thing was on land, he would have the pleasure of skinning her and making that flesh of hers their personal map whatever that BRAT was needed for. He would not need to bother with Ophelia as he would do it personally by his hands.

For now, he would take the old man's offer for a rest. So, when the ship would somehow stable. He would manage to walk without getting dizzy or his sense of equilibrium being bombarded by swirls of his bile coming up to his throat. Somehow, he was able to reach an empty room and a bed to boot. The haze of sleepiness immediately took over him. Like his usual habit, he took off his upper shirt and then dropped himself to the bed but not without securing a bucket near him. Fortunately, sleep's hold was more strong than his airsickness. In short, he slept for the duration of the flight like a wee-little baby. Even if he did not want to admit it that he was able to do so in a dastardly wooden death trap called an airship.

Actually, Jedas was sleeping so nicely. He did not even felt that the airship had landed. It continued on that way if not one of the companions of the Doc opted to check on him. The arduous sound of wood being knocked irritated the slumbering man as he instinctively grabbed hold of Ophelia and threw it towards the door like a knife. Its tip implanted through the wood which touched the man's forehead so subtlety making contact on the skin. It caused enough to make a cut to bleed. But, it was not too deep or anything. This made the person knocking fall on his butt at the sudden brush with death. Then, it was followed by a scream which finally brought the One-Eyed Grim Reaper back to the waking world.

"Damn bloody tourists!" He instantly rose and looked around the unfamiliar room. "Oh..." It was then he remembered that he was on a mission or something. But the oddest thing, he was not feeling sick anymore. He was aboard an airship right? Grabbing hold of his shirt and then removing Ophelia from the door, he exited the room and made his way to the deck. He sheathed his weapon and wore his shirt and noticed that everyone was already assembled. But what took his interest was they were back on land. Now, he would not need to worry about spilling his guts out. Although, he would have to think of another means of leaving this place without getting back on this sad excuse of a transportation.

He looked at the cargo they were to protect and then took notice one of the Doc's companion avoiding his gaze and even had a bandage on his forehead. Well, he was not a foreigner about not being like. So, he ignored it all together while releasing a yawn and stretching his limbs. "Let's get this started, already." Little did he know that he had frightened the man enough to have post-traumatic stress of waking anyone for the rest of his life. But then, he remembered something that made him angry. The knowledge that he was back on land over-toppled his personal vendetta. In a quick draw, Ophelia was unsheathed and then a downward slash was directed towards the whip-snapper who plonked him on the head. It would have been all good if the RAT just talked and talked. But, she had to violate his personal space. "You're going to die right now, you insect." His tone was void of its usual cockiness or lackadaisical manner. Instead, it was completely violent and bloodcurdling presence of intent to kill surrounded him like a thick fog.

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The plank was put down and the ship settled in the dock. All that was left now was to get out into the city to do whatever it was they had come to do. Runa was still confused as to what exactly the doctor needed to do, but whatever, she was just the transportation. Once on the ground all rules shifted to Grim and (unfortunately) she had to follow his rules, or that of the doctors she supposed. Even so, Raruna found the town they landed in to be an interesting sight none-the-less.

"We're just south of Sweetmary. A small mining town, Sweetmary. Mostly humans, although a few of the forest races make their homes here.They mine some alumen crystals from the mountains farther north, but it's cheaper and safer to get elsewhere, so they don't supply it much farther than Barberry. Rich nickel deposits are where the real marks are. But those are well into huldrefolk territory," Grim answered. He looked as if he were really enjoying himself as he explained where they were and waved his arm off to the mountains.

"All set?" Grim asked the doctor and her group.

"Yes, shall we press on?"

Runa looked up at the ship and was just about ready to leave it behind, though she really didn't want to, when she heard a loud voice from the plank. Raruna looked over at the commotion and found herself frowning at the display. She marched up to the man named Jedas and planted herself right between him and his target, which happened to be her treasure.

"You're going to die right now, you insect," Jedas had growled at Zherynnia. Raruna blocked his view of the book-eater and glared up at him.

"This is still my ship and I won't allow anyone to kill anyone else on my ship! I'm sure Grim will feel the same about this whole expedition since he's in charge of that half. What could she have possibly done to make you want to kill her, hu? It can't be that bad," Raruna stated, putting her hands on her hips. Tilting her head upwards, she lifted an eyebrow, "I think you're still just a bit air sick. Walk around a bit and cool your head, Jedas. Get a drink or something. There's no need for killing. Though," Raruna continued with a slowly wide spreading grin and a twinkle in her eye, "If you wish to have a bit of fun sparing, I'd be more than happy to be your partner."

Raruna wasn't offering because she liked the man, no she was offering because she enjoyed showing off her skills to other opponents and it was always fun to have a mock fight. She won some, and she lost some. Runa definitely wasn't the best fighter on the planet, but she had her skills and she was always ready to show them. Of course, that depended on if Jedas took her up on her offer or not. Though, she didn't really care if he declined, it wasn't like she would pursue it anyway. It was simply a chance to have a bit of fun and alleviate her boredom.

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The small girl glared up at the man who was currently looking at her with just as much animosity. True to her final decision, she had not once surfaced since the escapade with the foreign airship. She had only just poked her head out from the cabins when it had been announced that they had arrived at their destination. But now here she was, face to face with the redraklyin who seemed bloody intent on getting on her bad side. The book eater didn't back down at all, peering at him as her grip around her bow tightened.

Just as she was about to growl back at him, the pirate woman stepped between them with a rather unamused expression on her face. "This is still my ship and I won't allow anyone to kill anyone else on my ship! I'm sure Grim will feel the same about this whole expedition since he's in charge of that half. What could she have possibly done to make you want to kill her, hu? It can't be that bad," Zherynnia clenched her fist tighter, sticking her tongue out at the man while the woman continued.

"I think you're still just a bit air sick. Walk around a bit and cool your head, Jedas. Get a drink or something. There's no need for killing. Though, if you wish to have a bit of fun sparing, I'd be more than happy to be your partner."

"No!" The girl exclaimed quite suddenly before the man could properly respond. "If anyone is going to fight him, it should be me." She said firmly with another scowl towards this "Jedas" character. "He dishonored the value of knowledge with his actions and could've endangered us all with his ridiculous need to show off." It was decided, she did not like him at all. Zherynnia was the type to always try and give everyone a chance, for there was always something to be learned from others. But there was nothing of value to him, not if he so needlessly tossed away information.

And it was with this thought that she scrunched up her face briefly and spat on the ground at his feet. Not even bothering to continue, she turned on her heel, stepped around the pirate woman, and walked down the plank to where Grim and Icarus were chatting amongst themselves. Hopefully now that they had finally arrived, she would get the treasure that she was promised. Because so far, this whole trip was far from worth it.


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It was the knocking on his door that brought his attentions upwards. The man had been recording down a few notes from the open texts upon his desk. Many notes were scattered about and an ink bottle had been overturned, the drops not heeded as they leaked on to the floor. Yet, there was a small sense of organization to the chaos before him. Books were grouped by category, notes stacked atop one another in a large (albeit precarious) pile. He would've continued his research if not for the noise from outside his door that alerted him of another presence.

His golden eyes found their way to the figure of a woman, slightly older but modestly touched with that age. "Sorry for the interruption, Sir," She said lightly, not making any moves to enter into his study. He shook his head and smiled kindly at her, putting his quill down atop the papers.

"Not at all, did you need me for something?" He asked politely, casually moving one of his papers atop another to shield the information. As sociable as he could be, he still preferred it if others did not see direct information pertaining to him. The woman nodded, gesturing behind her.

"Ah yes, well, there is a young woman here to apply for the assistant's position? She mentioned the flier in the main square." His eyes lit up--ah, right, it hadn't been that long since they had put up that flier, had it?

"Of course. You may send her in then." The woman nodded as she closed the door behind her once more, giving him a little bit of time to at least make his desk semi-presentable. It was then he noticed the ink bottle, still leaking on to the floor steadily. Ah well, nothing to be done about it now. He tilted it back upwards, making a mental note to clean that up a bit later on.

The woman returned shortly with another who was taller than her, far too tall, in fact. He scanned her over briefly as the young woman took the seat that was offered to her, long blond hair tumbling around her shoulders as she sat. He had always been quick with his observation skills and it did not take him long at all to notice her pointed ears or willowy form. This woman was an elf, one would have to wonder what she was doing in this particular part of Adelost.

Still, he had never been one to turn down those that walked into his Archives. Those who pursued knowledge came from all works of life after all. He smiled warmly at her, noticing the slight tenseness she had about her and hoping to set her at ease. "So you're here about the flier?" He began, choosing a more rhetorical question than any to begin with. "You came just at the proper time, we've been a bit, shall we say, overloaded with paperwork as of late. As you can no doubt tell from the state of my desk, I'm sure." He laughed a little, a charming sort of chuckle before shaking his head a bit.

"In any event, let me give you a short run-down of what will be required of you if you do acquire the job. This particular archive is the largest of them all in Adelost and is home to tens of thousands of books. I'll not bore you with the specifics of departments and sub-departments of literature here but needless to say, there is a book for everyone here." He paused, taking a moment to look her over again. She was a reserved one, seemingly quiet at that. Not bad qualities to possess but he wasn't one to pry.

"The job is more of a personal request of mine. Lately, it's just been difficult to manage the books here, primarily because I haven't had a lot of time to devote to the archives as I normally would. That being said," He smoothly moved away from that particular topic, no need to inform her of his personal responsibilities. "You would be responsible for sorting, categorizing, and marking off literature, starting with a section on the first floor. Before I get into too much detail, why don't you tell me about yourself?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaning forward in his seat to look at her more closely.

"Primarily, what brings you here, to the archives?" He decided not to bombard her with a series of questions. She did not look like a city-goer, she lacked that certain air about her. Even so, he could not simply let anyone who applied for the job work merely because they "looked nice" or "acted a certain way". He smiled at her one more time to perhaps lighten the atmosphere between them. After all, if the would be working together in the future, it would be best to be on amicable terms rather than distant ones.

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"No! If anyone is going to fight him, it should be me.He dishonored the value of knowledge with his actions and could've endangered us all with his ridiculous need to show off."

An eye brow lifted as Raruna watched the girl step forward and promptly spit at the man before them. The sky pirate thought for sure that the man was going to lose it right there. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how one looked at the situation, Zhyernnia turned on her heel and stomped down the plank.

Runa grinned at Jedas and turned around as well to follow the girl, her treasure. Best to keep the 'map' in her sights. She didn't want anything happening to her precious cargo. The sky pirate caught up to the woman fairly easily as she made her way into the city.

"You said something about dishonoring the value of knowledge. What a peculiar thing to say. It was just a ship really... Oh," Raruna stopped herself, "Wait. You're a bookeater... which means..." the pirate's face screwed up into a strange facial expression as she thought about it, "You eat books as your diet??"

Zherynnia was surprised to find that the sky pirate had caught up to her so quickly. Judging from her words before, she had thought the woman quick to fight. She blinked, crossing her arms in front of her chest lightly as she contemplated the question. "It is not so much eating books," The girl said with a wrinkle of her nose. "I absorb the knowledge imprinted on that object."

She remembered vaguely, very very vaguely, that despite the fact that most people knew book eaters existed, few were in number that had actually come into contact with them. Maybe the pirate's questions were natural? "Do you find this odd?" She asked politely, unsure if the other would take offense.

"Absorb the knowledge..." Raruna tapped her finger against her lower lip, "I see. So... what you're saying is that rickety ship that had been rigged to start with had a lot of knowledge on it. And that you wanted to... err... 'eat' it," the sky pirates eyebrow rose as she tried to figure out how that would work.

Hmm, maybe it wasn't so much eating in the sense that Runa was thinking. Perhaps it was something else. Well, whatever. A meal's a meal and apparently Jedas had interfered with it. Anyone would be angry about losing their dinner. She shrugged as they moved through the city.

"Naw, I don't find it odd... just different really. I'm sure I'll figure it out completely later on," Raruna continued. Her eyes spied a shop with random pieces of metal her inner mechanic kicked in. With a gasp she lunged over to the shop and began filtering through the thousands of random bolts, nuts, screws and scraps of metal. If her eyes could have turned to sparkling stars just then, they would have.

"Never can have too much of this stuff," she exclaimed as she began picking up random pieces.

Whatever the girl had been about to say was cut off as the pirate suddenly sidetracked, darting off to a nearby vendor and looking through all the different parts. Zherynnia watched her silently through bright, curious orbs. A few random letters scrambled in front of her eyes, numbers trailing after them as they danced around the inside of her pupils. Just what was she looking for anyway? Those bits and pieces were all junk. She glanced over the supply of them, frowning to herself.

The man who was selling them knew precisely what he had done. That wasn't even iron at all--it was copper that had been painted over. "That's not..." The girl trailed off, discontent. The man didn't seem to notice that she was suspicious of him and leered at the pirate.

"If ya wan' m're missus, I g'ts som' in the back'see." Zherynnia wrinkled her nose. Surely Runa wasn't contemplating going back there.

"Hmm," Runa put on her best face as she contemplated the idea of letting him show her more stuff. It wasn't like she needed anything, but she did enjoy looking through things that could pertain to her ship. The soft whisper behind her only alerted her to the fact that Zherynnia was still with her. Good, at least the girl hadn't decided to wander off on her own.

"More in the back, hu? Why not, it's not like I need to be anywhere anytime soon," Raruna said and sent a wink back towards the bookeater behind her. The sky pirate followed the merchant to the back of his dark shop, out of the sunlight and heat. It was a bit gloomy and hard to see, but Runa was pretty aware of her surroundings.

"So, mister random ship parts seller. Anything good you got for a class 'C' style ship? Very small vessel she is," Runa asked as she bent over and began rummaging through a crate of stuff.

Zherynnia groaned to herself, falling into step behind the pirate. She couldn't walk away knowing that this man planned to rip them off big time. Runa seemed to be enjoying the sights of the shop, peering into a nearby crate and sticking her hand inside of it. The shopkeeper grinned again, gesturing to another large crate.

"Cert'nly! Thar's lotsa st'ff to be 'ad. I gots'me som' new b'lts over 'ere that'll really 'elp wif yer wheels and clogs." He offered the woman what appeared to be a miniature drill and a few bolts to go along with it. The book eater's frown deepened. This entire shop smelled terrible and it made her feel sick to her stomach again. There was nothing to be learnt here at all.

"Can we go?" She whispered furtively to the pirate, tugging at the woman's coat tails impatiently.

"In a second, I promise," Runa whispered back as she stood up to face the merchant. From her fingers she let all of the bolts and nuts drop from her fingers, a cruel grin twisting on her lips.

Releasing a sarcastic styled sigh, she put a hand on her hip and directed her sharp gaze to the man who was trying to sell his wares to her, "Unfortunately I don't think you have what I'm looking for. Not to mention that a lot of your stuff is... how should I put it... crap."

Runa reached into a pouch of hers that was on her hip and produced a shiny, yet unique steel bolt. Even she did not have a tool to fit it having picked it up on one of her random stops in a city a long while back, "You see, as the infamous Sky Pirate in all of Caith, it's hard to fool a woman who knows her ship. What you've got here isn't anything that a ship captain in their right mind would ever buy.

"How distasteful..." Raruna continued and leaned over to peer once again at one of the tools in a crate next to her, "Pitiful really. Anyway, I'm done here," she said flippantly and turned on her heel. The pirate took Zherynnia's hand in hers and lead the girl outside. With a grin down to the bookeater she continued on her way down the wooden walkway.

"What? Did you honestly think I'd buy something from that ugly, fat man?"

Zherynnia blushed, the dark reddish hue covering her cheeks with embarrassment. Of course she had, she had been genuinely worried that the woman was going to make a purchase she'd regret. "I wasn't sure..." She admitted. She fidgeted, still noting the fact that the two of them were holding hands. Runa seemed to like to lead but the confidence was a bit overwhelming at times. It made the pirate hard to predict.

She drew her hand out of the other's, letting it fall to her side as she casually brushed it on the side of her sash. "Did..." She trailed off, admittedly, she couldn't remember the man's name. "You know, the man with the scientist woman. Did they mention where they would be or are we just wandering around?" She didn't want to be dragged around for no good reason. Now that she was finally getting some fresh air, her appetite had returned.

The last meal she had had was some several hours ago and she was absolutely ravenous. There didn't seem to be any good information to pick up here, however... Maybe the pirate would let her eat one of her treasure maps... hopefully.

Runa tapped her lip gently as the girl's hand slipped out of hers, "Hmm, nope. They didn't mention anything. I think we're just stopping to get some fresh air and restock on some things. I could use another strannum crystal... You never know when one of those might crack from being used all the time."

The sky pirate kept an eye out for a good shop to buy one from as they moved farther down the street. She kept herself well aware of her surroundings, an old habit picked up from being in the slums of the lower city where she grew up. One could never be too careful, even in the nicest of towns.

"I don't want to be here for too much longer. I'd rather see this job done and over with. But," Runa sighed, "I guess we'll see how that goes."