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Allevent, Realm of Caith

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a part of Allevent, Realm of Caith, by Wrenn.

Allevent, Realm of Caith

Wrenn holds sovereignty over Allevent, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Raruna (Runa) Leautia [26] "If it doesn't make me feel like I'm going to die any time soon, I'm not doing it..."
Isengrim Lupul [22] Caithness hunter and lone mercenary
Zherynnia Analorum [18] "Yu...yu harein jo'huf siim! Ma'hal... t-that is to say, er... I forgot!"
Adion Volf [7] "What can you teach me?"
Aela [2] "It's an adventurous adventure, is what it is! Can't wait!"
Saorsa 'Onchi [0] "Trobhad, trobhad! Oh. I mean, come now! Please if you will!"

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The Gyptioi girl turned her head and put her hand on the drink as it was slid down to her. It was a tall mug, and even smelled of better ale than what she was drinking. Her exotic eyes then moved onto the humanoid wolf who spoke to her. Her right brow raised in curiosity before she nodded in agreement.

When he asked his first question, she bit her bottom lip. She hated giving out her name. She rather remain the Hated, or other names the towns people had given her. However, she decided to answer. Steak was something she had never had but always dreamed of trying. "My name is Blair." She stated before nodding her head in a somewhat greeting. She pushed her purple bangs out of her face and gazed at the Vere.

They really were amazing creatures...no...people. The man looked very large, just as almost all Veres did.His fur was clean and lovely. She couldn't help but to admire him and he peaceful voice. In his voice, she heard no hate or malice. It was nice. She took a sip of the ale that had been passed to her. "What is your next question?" She asked in a low voice, as she tried not to attracted attention. However, do to a Vere being around, everyone's attention was already on the pair as they spoke.

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Listened as Blair answered his first question. 'Blair, that is a beautiful name.' Adion thought to himself. Now was not the time to think on names, it was the time to ask questions. "Why are you and your kin so hated. Can't the humans tell the difference between a thief and honorable dancer. It is obvious to me, you smell of a hard days work in the sun, not like you took a stroll with another's property." Adion asked.

Adion could here the men and women behind him. They were all talking about Blair in such a negative manner, and how 'the mysterious vere' should not be associating with her. Not only was he insulted by the fact that these beings seemed to not be able to tell good from bad, but they were also saying things that would have gotten them beheaded in Vera. Though this unhappiness was not shown in Adion's voice, it was shown by the fact that his fur seemed to glow. Anyone with enough attentiveness would be able to tell that it was not his fur that was glowing, but instead the caith crystals hanging from said fur.

A few moments after Adion had asked the second question, a man got up from his table. Quietly, the man told his sitting partner that "I am going to go warn that vere. I'll be right back." Only 2 people could hear this, Adion and the sitting partner. Once the man was about 5 feet from Adion he said "Sir, I don't think that talking to one of them is a good ide..." Adion began to snarl, showing his sharp, pure white teeth. The snarl was low and obviously meant 'one more word from you and I'll gut you myself.' It did not take long for the man to get the message and return to his seat. "Humans, what a respect-less race. Half of what they said would have earned them a beheading in Vera." Adion muttered to himself.

OOC: Ooops. Should be in White-walled Adelost.

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"Are the humans so ignorant to think that everyone of your kin is driven by simple sin? Have they no idea that there are individuals in your race? They speak such dishonor and hate that in Vera their lives would not have lasted this long. Oh Vera, a land that is ruled by honor and skill rather than money and deception. Where beings are rated by their actions and not their race. They have no right to think you vermin. You do not steal, you show respect, and you have the decency to work for you food. Your sent alone proves that you do not seek a sing." Adion spoke. He was beginning to dislike the general populace of the humans, rating a being simply by their race. What happened to the idea of honor and respect and skill that guided the vere? Did it dissipate over the ocean, or is greed simply a mainland thing. Out of everything that Adion had seen, all the species lived by greed and not by honor or respect or helping everything. This world was so different from the Islands of Vera. From the heat to what guides the races here, it all displeased Adion. This showed only enough that those close by would be able to notice it.

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After an oddly spoken apology the girl sprang over Jion's head, much to the dyruma's surprise. He swished his tail, embarrassed. He was simply offering help, but he should have seen how much of a hurry she was in. This was where he was going to have to become more experienced. Maybe he could read the often times discreet signs of an animal or caithness, but he still had a long way to go before he figured out the difference between too hurried to stop and simply hurried.

Suddenly Jion was reminded of the strangeness of the foreign ground he was standing on. All these people, things, activity... how could one stand it?

Nonsense. They're used to it. I bet they would feel just as out of place in my home. Jion shook his head, realizing he hadn't moved from the spot he was standing, much to the annoyance of those around him. Taking a step forward, he mazed through the crowd again, beginning to grasp the dance that was required to move through the busy streets.

But where could he find a job? He had hoped to find a hunter's guild who needed a new recruit, but he was no closer to finding one than when he started. An idea struck him, causing him to grin, showing sharp, predatory teeth. He had seen advertisments for a place called the Ha'penny Pie, where all sorts of people were said to gather, including potential employers. Tail held high with newfound purpose he asked directions from a shopkeeper and set off.

It took Jion quicker than he expected to reach the Ha'penny Pie. Perhaps it was closer than he expected, or maybe he was getting better at this city walking business. Whatever the reason was he sat down at the counter and called for a serving person. The little pastry he had earlier wasn't enough to sate his hunger for long, and he was thirsty, too.

"I'll have the leg of mutton with some water, please," he said to the serving person.

"Next!" a loud voice boomed.

Jion looked at the source of the voice, a tall man standing at the base of the stairs. He cocked his head in a questioning way, giving him a distinctly bird like appearance for a moment. Interest raised, he nevertheless wanted to satisfy his hunger first. He didn't know if the man was talking to anyone or someone specific. After the mess up earlier he didn't want to intrude without finding out more first.

When the serving person returned with his food and drink Jion nodded at the man and asked, "What's going on over there?"

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"Good evening, welcome to the Ha'penny Pie," the serving girl said pleasantly, "What can I get for you?"

Lawrence thought for a moment, her eyes roving around all the meals currently being eaten by the other patrons. After a bit, she decided on a good, hearty meal that would keep her full for awhile. "I'll have your best steak with a side of potatoes and greens, and a mug of ale." At the same moment that she finished her order, a large man and a small, severe looking woman descended the stairs; their appearance had an immediate effect on the atmosphere. It was suddenly more tense and the air was thicker.

"Next!" The older man bellowed, his voice reaching to every corner of the Ha'Penny Pie. Lawrence sat up a little straighter, wondering who was next, and for what. She noticed a man nervously stand and follow them up the steps.

"Yes, miss." The serving girl mutter absentmindedly, walking away to fulfill River's order. Lawrence glanced at her, offering a quiet thank you.

With the strange old man and young woman gone, the atmosphere returned to normal and everyone began talking once more. Lawrence took the time to observe the people around her, noting the ones with weapons. Her eyes, however, were drawn to the bar as she heard a man yelling for something. Her eyebrow arched at the way he addressed the barkeep and demanded food. "Bastard," she muttered quietly.

River's stomach rumbled as her server approached with the food, the warm smells making her mouth water. "So what brings you here?" The serving girl asked politely.

Lawrence wasn't sure if she meant the city or the Ha'Penny Pie, so she decided to go with the more general answer. "I've been working and travelling a lot lately, and decided it was a good time for a break. Have a little time to myself, you know? And the beautiful city of Barberry was as good a place as any." She attempted a smile, but it fell a bit flat on her face, the expression not used very often. "Can I ask you a question? Do you know what that man and woman are doing; the ones that were just on the stairs?"

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Blair gave a sad face as she had no answer to his final question. She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Possibly it is simply in their nature." She replied softly before taking another sip of ale. She gazed at the steak and picked up the knife and fork that had been set to the side for some other patron who did not use them. She slowly started cutting the steak into small squares. Her mouth watered as she cut it. She couldn't help but to be excited. She had always heard the rich men speak of the wonderful fulfilling flavor of steak.

She took a bite and closed her eyes. It was as wonderful as she imagined. She almost started to cry. However, after taking another bite she set down her fork and bowed her head to the man. "I do not feel I have earned this. Please, give me something I must do that would make it equal." She requested, with her head still bowed in respect. Though she loved the flavor and it was indeed wonderful, she knew she had not earned such a wonderful meal.

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As the woman attempted to step around the wild child, the fox managed to finally free itself from her arms and scamper off toward a young woman that had just appeared among the throngs of people going about their business in the market. She looked rather pale standing at the very edge of the group, her bright eyes growing wide underneath her eccentric hat with what appeared to be cat-ears sprouting from atop gray hair. Her cloak billowed slightly as she finally took a few tentative steps toward the gathering, her hands reaching into a pouch in a decent-sized bag as a look of bewilderment crossed her face.

"I apurrogize... fur any trouble my furmiliar caused you..." her voice was soft and hesitant, as if she was forcing herself to speak to the woman. The lisp caught the woman in red off-guard, and she was unsure as to whether this whole thing was a joke; if it were, it was completely unnecessary. The girl's eyes bore a semblance of panic as she pulled out a pair of golden coins and a vial of... some strange-colored liquid and literally shoved them into the elf's arms before running off in the opposite direction as quickly as possible, the fox--or familiar, as she called it--bounding at her heels.

That would explain the look it gave me... the elf thought to herself, trying to hold all of these new items in her arms while keeping the tear in her sleeve covered from prying eyes. She understood that the girl wanted to make amends, but she refused to accept charity. There was nothing worse, in her mind, than having someone feel that she should be pitied, especially if--

Her eyes grew wide. Had she noticed anything? Was that the real reason she had given these things to her? No, she couldn't accept them then! She had to give them back--

The girl with the cap was gone, lost among the crowd. There was no way to find her now...

"That was... odd... However, I believe that solves the problem of who will pay for the tailor. I was going to offer, but seeing as how she gave you that--" the woman in red stopped listening after the white-haired man ramble on about the events. Was he going to pay for her repairs? Why would a complete stranger offer to do this for her, especially after the commotion she caused? ...Was he doing this because he saw her arm? All sorts of thoughts buzzed around like a swarm of hornets in her head, but she was unsure of which to listen to and which to ignore.

"So, if that marks the end of the interruptions... Let's go," the stranger offered, leading the red-robed woman along. She adjusted her hand so she would be able to cover more of the tear in the fabric as she stepped around the young girl that had attempted to protect the fox, hoping that the shift would not draw any more attention to her bewildered look on her face. The potion was cradled in her arms, although she was trying to make sure that it did not fall to the cobblestones below and shatter--no use trying to return a broken flask to that girl with the cat-eared hat...

The white-haired man stood out against the bustling crowds of shoppers--how could he not with his armor? He pushed ahead, glancing back occasionally to make sure the woman in red was following. As much as she wanted to duck off into an alley and find the tailor's shop herself, she knew that she would most likely become lost in the hustle and bustle of the city. She knew she couldn't ask anyone else for directions either--what if they recognized her as the woman from the square that had been attacked by the fox? What if they saw her arm like this?

After a brief stroll, the armored man stopped in front of a shop. "Here it is--Geribali's Tailor and Clothes Shoppe. Pretty damn good at what they do, and for a decent cost. I'm sure they'll have you fixed up in no time." The man was speaking the truth: the displays showcased fine-tailored clothing made from seemingly-exotic materials with small advertisement displays such as "Starsilk: Designed for the heavenly look" and "Cuprum-weave: Revitalizes the body naturally". The woman in red didn't care for these sorts of fineries--her current robes were rather comfortable, but beyond that, they had billowing sleeves which helped to hide her arm.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the white-haired man looking up the street for a moment before turning his gaze back on her. She almost imagined him scanning her arm, looking through her hand to see what exactly she was hiding. Her face paled as she tried to readjust her arm to help facilitate the flask of liquid cradled between her arms, fearful that he would attempt to pry further.

"Would you like me to go in with you? You seem kind of nervous--"

"No!" she interrupted, surprised at how automatic her reply was. She could feel her eyes widen with shock and embarrassment just from the abrupt nature of her outburst. "I-I mean... no, thank you..." The woman turned her gaze to the ground as she hurried up the stairs and opened the door to the shop with her free hand, careful not to hit her bow against the building. As quick as lightning, she was gone inside the tailor's store.

"Welcome to Gerbali's!" an older gentleman called from behind a counter. "How can I--?" he paused when he saw the woman clutching her arm close to her body. "Oh, my... Are you hurt? Please, sit down!" he offered the woman a chair.

The elf shook her head, still holding the arm close to her body. "My sleeve has been torn, and I can't walk around in public with tattered robes," she explained. How easily it slid off of her tongue, even as she was panicking on the inside! "I'm looking for something similar to these robes--color does not necessarily matter, but I prefer... longer, billowing sleeves..." Her eyes scanned the wares, hoping to find something resembling what she had in mind.

"Oh, well why didn't you say so?" the shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief before chuckling. "Perhaps I could repair your sleeve instead? It'll take an hour at the longest, but it will save you some money--"

"I would like new robes," the woman insisted firmly, never letting her hand off of the tear in her sleeve. She placed the coins on the counter using her free hand, sliding them across the wooden surface with delicate fingers. "What would I be able to get for this?"

The old man's eyes lit up at the sight of the money. "Well, it won't be enough for anything like we're displaying in front, I'm afraid... However, I think I've got something that might do the trick... Follow me, please!" The shopkeeper beckoned for the elf to follow. "I have this if you want something in the same color--" He displayed a mannequin with adorned with blood-red garments embroidered with golden embroidery close to the edges of the fabric. Most important were the sleeves--they were long and would help to hide her arm just as well as her old robes.

The elf nodded as she grabbed them with her free hand once more. "Is there a fitting room I may use?" she asked quietly, cautiously glancing around the store.

"Certainly, miss--let me show you."

The elf was led to a small stall with an open door and a mirror. "Take all the time you need, miss--if you require anything else, please don't hesitate to ask!" With that, the shopkeeper returned to his duties, leaving the elf alone with her new robes.

She quickly ducked into the stall and shut the door before finally grabbing the flask from her arm and placing it in a corner. Her heart felt as if it were about to burst from her chest at any moment, and she could feel sweat begin to bead across her forehead. She let her arms finally fall to her side again as the blood began to flow back into her right hand. Her left hand, however, had indents and creases from where it had held not skin but pale yellow crystals sprouting from her arm. The woman removed her torn robes and placed them in a pile on the floor.

The woman glanced down at her right arm, staring at the growths protruding from her skin. A sickening feeling began to brew in her stomach as she tried to recollect the events from the past few minutes and piece them back together. So much had happened--the fox biting her arm, the tear, the strange white-haired man and the girl with the cat-ear hat, and now this. She hated what her arm forced her to do! She hated the crystals, hated the care she had to take, hated the constant fear of being ostracized again...

She picked up the new robes and began to try them on, taking extra precaution to make sure that the crystals did not tear the fabric apart as she inserted her arm through the sleeve. The shopkeeper had chosen well--these robes were comfortable and soft and the sleeves were large enough to keep from arousing any suspicion from passersby. For a moment, everything seemed as it had been for decades: she felt normal again...

...until she saw the potion and her old robes sitting in a pile in the corner. She sighed, a forlorn look across her face and her reflection in the mirror. Although she had solved this problem, the elf had another to take care of: she had to find the girl who had given her the flask. She couldn't take that charity from her despite the fact that she just spent the money on these robes--there'd have to be some way to pay her back--

But what about your research? The reason you came here in the first place! You can't just abandon that now!

People saw the arm--they know and they're going to kick me out anyway...

You can't be sure!

Yes I can! Why else would they take pity on me?

You're already here--you might as well stay and do your research! Spend the night in the city--

Are you crazy!? Risk exposing myself to
more people!?

If you don't stay, then what was the point of coming at all!?


The elf sank to the floor, cradling her head in her hands. Tears began to wet her palms as she attempted to hold back quiet sobs. The woman was frustrated, agitated, disappointed, wary, paranoid, tired, utterly alone.

What am I supposed to do now?

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((OOC: Disregard the location, it's in Barberry, not Allevent))

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Lawrence listened intently to the serving girl, her curiosity clearly piqued. Though what she had said about taking a break had been true, secret missions were hard to ignore. Her mind was already coming up with all sorts of things that could be going on upstairs. Rivers was itching to know; but dare she go up? What if she were rejected, or what if it was something she didn't want to be a part of? What if she got mixed up in something she didn't want to? Then again, this could be a nice change from the killing; the constant blood. Maybe it was something good or exciting. Her thoughts were interrupted when the man, Grim, and the young woman from the Applicators came down the steps once again. Lawrence ran through different possibilities in her head, weighing the many possible outcomes of following the duo up those steps.

Rivers was distracted when she heart a loud noise directly to her right. Her head spun in the direction quickly, her hand instantly resting on the firearm hidden beneath her clothing. It was the same man from the bar, the one who'd been yelling. She then realized, however - after getting a good look at his face and weapon - that he wasn't simply a man, but the One Eyed Grim Reaper; his name was popular in the circles she traveled in. She didn't fear him, though, and took a few steps in his direction, her hand never wavering from her own weapon.

Lawrence stopped walking as he spoke. "Tell me chap, have you experienced a water death?" His voice was almost conversational, as if he wasn't threatening another's life. "I'll grant you one, right here, right now." Rivers' heartbeat picked up a pace, thudding gently as she wondered if taking on a fight with him was worth it.

"Oi! I'll join that mission." The One Eyed Grim Reaper said suddenly, shouting to the man and woman on the stairs. "Though, I would demand a pay in advance."

The assassin's eyes darted between the stairs and the man in front of her, and then they made contact with man on the ground; the one who was having his life threatened. His eyes were fearful, staring at the weapon that was dangerously close to his neck. Lawrence sighed then, and made the last few steps toward him. She stopped at the One Eyed Grim Reaper's side, squatting slowly so they would be on eye level. "How about you take that weapon off this man's throat?" Her voice was soft and pretty, as if asking about the weather, but their was a force behind it, one that let him know she wasn't joking.

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((OOC: So sorry guys; I forgot about the setting. Ignore that - this is all in Barberry, of course!))

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Icarus watched as the altercation took place. He hadn't noticed that the large bokmakiri man behind the One-eyed Grim Reaper was actually relevant to the situation, but apparently he had caused trouble before Icarus had entered. Which explained the slightly tense atmosphere, which he had accredited to Grim's imposing form.

Dr. Serabel and Grim began to whisper something amongst themselves. After a moment, Grim Spoke up.
""Put that blade away and you can join the mission. You'll get paid five hundred marks now..." He said, digging into his pouch. Icarus's brow furrowed. To be offering so much as a down payment, this was no ordinary mission and with the secrecy... Perhaps there was something to learn from all of this. He got a little closer. Attentive not to miss anything.

"...and fifty a day, plus two hard emperors when the job is done." There were murmurs among the crowd. A total of three thousand marks for one job. But what was it?

"Same rate to you" She said to a Tall brown woman a few tables away from the Grim Reaper. This one hand placed readily by a holster of a firearm, was more serious looking. She was taller than Icarus, a few inches short of six feet, and very fit. She was attractive, but had an air about her that gave the feeling one shouldn't try to flirt with her. She seemed to have this atmosphere that gave the sense she had no qualms with spilling your blood.

"So you're interested too?" Said Dr. Serabel. Icarus his head turned to face her, and realized she was looking right at him.

"Come upstairs -- Isengrim I leave this to you." She said and before giving him a chance to respond, she started up the stairs into one of the bedrooms-turned-conference-room upstairs. Icarus silently followed.

He had been in this room before, taking up other missions, so he was fairly comfortable with the environment. Dr. Serabel had already taken her seat at a table with a medium sized crate sitting atop it. She gestured for him to sit next to her, he obliged.

"My name is Dr. Serabel and I'm an Applicator, " she began." I have precious cargo- "tossing a quick look at the crate "-that needs to be transported safely into the far north, into huldrefolk territory, where it must remain secure for several hours while I take various measurements and calibrations with which you need not concern yourself. Have you any experience relevant to a job of this type?"

Icarus nodded, staring at the crate, trying to somehow discern what may be inside. It was not a delivery, and from what she said she would be going as well, so it was an escort mission. But why Huldrefolk territory. They were not exactly the friendliest of the races, and surely any encounters with them would lead to conflict. So What was so important that she would be willing to risk venturing up there, and paying so much money for it?

"If you are interested in coin, you heard Isengrim state your compensation. If you are interested in more than coin then let me assure you that the success or failure of this mission will have dire consequences for Allevent." She added. Icarus turned his attention to the woman. She was young, yet her eyes were those of an extremely perceptive woman, she seemed to know more than she let on, or at least have some suspicion as to what his motivations were.

After a moment, he looked back at the crate. There were a few things he still wanted to know.
"You have my interest. But there are a few things I must ask. As for what is in the crate, I will most likely be hard-pressed to recieve an answer from you, if you were willing to disclose that, you would have done so already. So I won't bother asking; But you say that the consequences will be dire... How so? And if it involves the entirety of Allevent, why not ask the military instead of a bunch of mercenaries and bounty hunters for help? Also, why Huldrefolk territory? Its about a ten-day trip, maybe more, counting for any possible complications, and considering you are hiring an entire task force, be it a rag-tag one, shows you are preparing for such complications." He said. He was going to leave it at that, then added "I understand that as part of your position as an applicator, there is some information that cannot or must nor be disclosed to anyone who isnt deemed necessary of sharing that knowledge with. So I simply ask you answer as much as you can." Many employers were put off by people who asked to many questions at the job at hand, he had to make sure not to push her away, but all the same, let her know he was not to be perceived as gullible.

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Raruna 'Runa' Leautia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dr. Serabel finished talking, Icarus waited a moment before responding.

Caith Harvester eh? He thought to himself. The Sylph had technologies similar to that, although they had made advancements most likely far beyond the one that was in that crate. But that aside, he needed to measure the possibilities of being part of this expedition. It all sounded plausible enough. In doing so, he could be aiding in the advancement of a machine that would greatly augment the amount of harnessed caith in the realm at a time.There were no signs of malicious intent, from the way she made it sound, she was part of the group who were against it's misuse. But still, people were able to decieve, A lesson he had been taught more than once throughout him century of life.

He eyed the doctor. His reason for coming down to Avellent in the first place was because the Oracle foresaw a great calamity upon all of Allevent. Could this be it? Perhaps the Humans would acquire enough power from this machine, or from a machine that stemmed from this one, that it would spell disaster for the world? They were known for their greed and lust for power, after all, it was the reason the Sylph separated themselves from the humans eons ago... So if he joined this mission, he could end up having a hand in the very destruction he came to prevent. Perhaps he should turn it down. They might not even survive the mission, and for the time being, that would at least postpone the disaster.
But then again, They could survive. And would not have been there to stop it. If he joined, not only would he most likely be able to learn more about the machine, but he would be able to supervise it's use, and it's user as well. If he notes anything suspicious, He could just sabotage or outright destroy the machine. He might have to face everyone else she hired, such as the Grim Reaper, that female gunner, and perhaps even Grim himself. But he was not someone who couldn't hold his own against multiple strong enemies, and it was his job to put himself at risk for the good of his home....

He looked up to Dr. Serabel, Who was staring back intensely, waiting for a response. Icarus took another glance at the crate, sighed and responded.

"I'll join. You needn't worry about information leaking from me, this wouldn't be my first mission of this nature." He said, stroking his hair, a bit of a habit ever since he was stripped of his helmet years ago. "When do we set off? And what mode of transportation will we be taking?"

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Adion got up from his seat at the bar. He would have to log the conversation, but first he finished his drink. He handed another handful of assorted coins to the bartender and walked about his way. Adion then went into his room, opened his journal where he scratched down the conversation, got out his good pen and ink, and began copying the journal onto a scroll with some notes added in parts of the conversation to point things out.

The vere loved scrolls. They were what all officially published documents in Vera had to be on. Books and note pads were only used by the vere of notes or drafting, reducing the use of expensive scrolls. The libraries of Vera would put the titles of scrolls on the sides so that they would be quickly known.

Adion's penmanship was impressive. Outstanding compared to even some politicians. That was the odd think about vere, they were large but ungodly gentle and in control. Adion soon finished moving the conversation over with his notes added to help other vere understand the situation. Adion then packed up the small amount of stuff that he was carrying when he traveled, went downstairs, told the bartender that he was leaving, and went out the door. It was late, and the sun was low. Adion would be able to travel through the night much easier than he would during the day. He could feel the cool breeze on his fur, which brought a sensation of pleasure to the large being. Adion started to walk to the exit of town. He would head into the land of the Huldrefolk. From what he had heard, they may fight him and give Adion a run for his coins. This did not concern him too much.

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Adion knew that to get to land of the Huldrefolk, he would need a map that at least shows where they are in comparison to this country. He picked up his stuff and went down to the bar, alerted the bar keep that he was leaving, and headed for Barberry.

From some of the stuff that Adion had learned from the humans, there was a large library in Barberry that dwarfs all other libraries. It might even have a map of the land of the Huldrefolk. Adion had also heard that there were some sort of working groups or something that gave out jobs that usually paid well and required a fighter, something that all vere are. The nice part about Barberry was that there was no need to get a map to there, it was marked on all the street signs.

Adion had already past Adelost's front gate and went on the main road. Following the signs at a vere's traveling pace, Adion found himself in front of Barberry within 2 or 3 hours. Going in the front gate, he watched as all the people bustled around packing the streets with their bodies.

He began to walk down the street, stopping to ask a passing human to ask for directions to the town's largest library. Following the human's directions, Adion found his way to the Imperial Archive. Walking in to the building Adion got a few glances from those within who looked at him with odd stares. This was something that Adion had gotten used to. He looked around seeing the massive shelves of books that were organized to an amazing precision. Adion marveled at the amount of human knowledge that was store here, for those who had the will to read it.

After a few mores steps forward, Adion was snapped out of his awe filled walk by a scent of a race that he was not familiar with. He sat down next to the slender and beautiful woman. Adion caught a glance of some faint yellow glow. It looked familiar to him, so Adion checked under his fur finding a faintly glowing ferrum, dipping his hand in something that was in his bag, and then gently pulled the small, glowing crystal off with little struggle. Once he had the crystal placed on the table, he would wait for the woman to look up from her book and he would say "Hello. Do you mind if I ask some questions about you and your people?"

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Icarus walked down the street. The sun had made it further down the sky. It was beginning to reach evening. He had 500 marks, plus some pocket change that he had left over. He used the pocket change to pay for a quick mashed potato meal. He quietly ate his meal while The blue eyed woman, Grim, and The doctor dispersed. He nodded to them all on the way out.

When he finished, he walked over to the guild shop across the street from the Ha'Penny Pie. Here they had many of the basic materials one would need before heading out on an adventure. He had a pretty good idea about what he would get when he went in, so it was no wonder that after about ten minutes he had what he would need by the time he got out. Three hundred and twenty marks later, he came out with a Collapsible, roll-up tent/straw-cot bundle, a large whetstone, a few hygienic supplies, and a map of Allevent, and a hog bristle toothbrush. Then he went to geribali's and bought a new coat, this one thicker than his cloak, and snow white with fur lining and many pockets on the inside. It was tied on the front by light grey leather belt straps.
Being a Sylph, he was used to extreme temperatures of both sides; hot and cold, but it may rouse suspicion climbing a snowy mountain with light gear on, and not really suffering any effects. Besides It might help stay hidden better than his bright armor or his dark grey cloak. He also bought some non-perishables. Honey, Dried meats, Dried fruits, Medicinal herbs. He was sure there would be food in store on the ship, but better to be on the safe side when travelling was on foot. He then went to the inn he was staying at to pack up his belongings and pay the innkeeper for his last night.

By the time he finished, the sky was beginning to grow dark the sun was on the far side of it's arc. He decided to wander around the town, before getting a bit of rest. He grabbed his sword and placed it at his belt, and donned his cloak before he left the inn. There were less people on the streets, and the merchants had begun to pack their wares and beggars now sat on the corners counting their money, paying much less attention to passers-by. He went to the fountain at the town square. Deciding to sit and think for a little while. He walked over and sat on the stone bench. He stared up and began to count the few stars that had already begun to appear.

Oy... He thought. Hopefully this mission will prove fruitful... He stared at his hands. His left there was a scar from his training at the Sky Islands, years ago. He missed his home... He missed his family... He missed life in the guard.... and most of all, he missed-

The back of his neck began to tingle. He was able to sense subtle disturbances in the air pressure caused by movements, He turned his eyes to the left, to see a man approaching him. He non-chalantly sat up, not looking at the man. But his hand found itself on the hilt of his sword, ready for any possible confrontations. The man walked up to him, and took a seat next to him. Icarus turned to look at him. He was a normal enough looking man, nothing particularly abnormal about him. Icarus's guard went down, but not by much. People usually don't walk around at these hours. As they were prowlers about. So this meant that either this man was incredibly confident, or incredibly stupid.

"Im sorry to disturb you, my name is Cortland, a colleague of Dr. Serabel's." He said suddenly.

Icarus eyed the man suspiciously. There was nothing to raise any alarms about the man, but when Dr. Serabel's name came up Icarus's attention grew.

"Alright?" Icarus said curtly.

"Yes, well, I would like to ask you to take on a mission for me, I will pay you up front-" he said, dropping a back of coins in front of Icarus. "-five hundred marks."

Icarus eyes never wavered at the money.. He continued staring intently at the man. The man nodded slowly and pulled out a small box. "This is a locator. I need you to, each day, press the button inside, it will allow us to keep track of the ship, so we may be able to know where you are should you ever need help." He said. He got up "Whether you accept the mission or not, keep the money, in good faith."Thank you for your help in the mission. You are aiding us in an advancement that could change the future of Allevent forever." He said, and with that, He turned and walked off. Icarus watched as the man disappeared from his view. And continued staring after he had gone. He looked at the money pouch beside him. He grabbed it and began to walk back to the inn.

He began to run through what just happened. From what Dr. Serabel told him the mission was a secret that only she and a few others knew about. She never mentioned anyone by the name of Cortland however. And even so, how did he know his relation to him. It could be that she had told him about Icarus, but it seemed Preparations were being made, and the plans were moving forward quickly, it seemed like anything having to do with the Applicators themselves was done. So it was more likely the man was already there... Also, why him? Icarus had been with her for about 20 minutes, why entrust him with the safety of the group to that degree. In fact. Why entrust him with this job? It seemed like something she herself could do, after all its just pushing a button once a day... So it was unlikely that she even gave the order. He looked to the locator, opening the top. The locator button, a small yellow crystal sat at the center.
She never mentioned to him about this, in fact, from the sound of it, it seemed to be a hidden mission even from her own guild. So why report her location to them?

Icarus closed and pocketed the box. He had an Idea of what to do with it, but decided to check up with the doctor first. Had she wanted him to do this, surely she would have mentioned it during the meeting, in fact she would have given it to him. She didn't seem like the type to be so forgetful as to forget something she is willing to pay an extra 500 marks for.

He got to the in and walked to the room on the second floor. He got out of his armor, bathed and slipped into the bed.


The next morning, Icarus woke up. The sky was mostly blue with a few strands of pink at the far side of the sky. He donned his armor and his cloak, picked up his belongings and left the inn. He stopped at one of the small kiosks selling foods and bought a sandwich. He saw a clock at one of the nearby stores, on the display. Assuming it was working, it was around 8 ° 30.

He walked over towards the air docks, where the pirate girl, Runa's ship would be waiting. He saw Dr. Serabel and Grim standing side by side by the Plank. He walked up to the doctor.

"Doctor Serabel, You know a man named Cortland?" He said, pulling out his locator and showing it to her. He said he was an acquaintance of yours, and paid me 500 marks to use this Locator to transmit our location. It didnt quite sit right with me however, so I decided to check with you...

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The creature in its hand was making the strangest noise as it trundled down the now-empty street. There were others like it minding their own business, but they were communicating with one another with similar shrill sounds before stepping out of the way, leaving it to forge ahead on this path by itself. Still this creature would not stop the noise! Perhaps it was trying to communicate with it directly?

A whirring noise as it processed the information around it--the loud noises coming from this creature, the seemingly erratic patterns the beings on the ground were moving in; as little sense as it made to it, it began to pick up on a pattern. Slowly, the whirring grew in volume until a single sound broadcast from its head, a soft blue glow emitting from an inverted cross as it scanned the creature in its hand, almost as if looking for approval.

"A... A... Aaaaaaaah." It repeated the noise, hoping to decipher more of this strange speech patterns. The creature stared up at it, wide-eyed and repeating its previous statement, this time with what appeared to be an increased level of stress.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Not knowing what else to do, hoping for some other sort of sense of communication, it merely repeated this statement.

"Aaaaaaaah."

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"Aaaaaaaah."

It was unsure as to how long this "conversation" would go on--perhaps this creature was extremely talkative and had a lot to say... or maybe this was something unexpected? In a flash, another creature, this one brown with stubby legs and a tail, leapt from the shoulders of the creature creating the loud noises, running off on its own volition.

""Xerxes! D-Don't leave me!" The creature outstretched an arm toward the one that had reached the ground. When it ignored its beckoner, a new sound filled the air, this one with a blubbering tone with short sporadic gasps of breath between a soft low-pitched whine. It could tell that the creature's stress levels were higher than even before--perhaps retrieving this other creature would help to lower them once more?

Another whirring noise, this time slightly louder than before, and then--

"X... Xe... Xerxes." It repeated the name, stretching its arm out in the same direction as the creature in its occupied hand. "Xerxes. Xerxes. Xerxes." It chanted the word, stumbling after the brown creature running along the ground and reaching its arm in an awkward manner, hoping to grab it much like this other creature it was trying to placate.

Without any warning whatsoever, its arm smashed into a structure, tearing a hole in the facade of the building. Another one of these creatures, similar to the one in its hand but a bit pudgier and without the things on its head, Its stress levels were also extremely high and it also communicated in the same sort of shrill tone as it had heard before, but this was much more articulate.

"My... my house! Golem! You, you come back here--repair my house...!" Despite the fact that it--the golem, as it now was referred to--had indeed heard and sensed the levels of discomfort and stress that this new creature was experiencing, the overall stress of the one in its hand far outweighed the need to repair the house, as the new creature referred to it.

"Xerxes. Xerxes. Xerxes. Aaaaaaaah." Almost as if to attempt to indicate why it could not stop to help this other creature with its house, the golem "spoke" these two things over and over again, chasing after the creature with the tail along the ground.

A new noise from the creature in its hand, this one slightly less stressed than before but still with hints of apprehension. "Ffffffffnyah?!" Was it calming down? It appeared so, despite the fact that the stress was still in its voice. Almost out of a necessity to attempt to reassure it that it was going to be safe in its care, it recreated the sound as best as it could with the technology available ot it.

"... ffffffffnyah."

Another new sound, this time softer and higher-pitched. For watever reason, it seemed to simultaneously lower and raise her stress levels, although the new noise helped to settle them at a lower level. Almost instinctively, it stopped in its tracks, pausing for a moment to assess the situation. The stress of this creature was about to rise again, but it seemed to have a bizarre look plastered across its face, something between utter fear and admiration.

Sensing no other life in the immediate vicinity, the golem lowered its hand toward the ground and gently set the creature on the ground. While doing this, it saw a glimpse of brown daring down another street; seeing as this creature appeared to be another source of stress, it realized that it must retrieve the fleeing beast in order to calm the being that had until this point in time been trapped in its hand.

"Xerxes. Xerxes. You come back here--repair my house. Aaaaaaaah. Xerxes. Xerxes. Fffffffffnyah." It lumbered after this creature--the brown bushy-tailed thing that the one now on the ground had referred to as Xerxes--with outstretched arms, oblivious to the extra damage it caused as it knocked off bricks and shingles.

This Xerxes creature was leading the golem on a chase through the streets, through the winding passageways and corridors until everything seemed to open up. No more buildings, no more cobbled streets. Everything seemed so... free. There was, however, no sign of Xerxes, and the golem could not even fathom how to find a creature that small in this sea of of... not-city. Not knowing what exactly to do, the golem stopped moving, finding a spot and gathering information about the surrounding landscape as it called out.

"Xerxes. Xerxes. You come back here--Aaaaaaaah. Xerxes. Xerxes."

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Adion had heard the tribes girl smash into the books and the elf leave. Something was wrong though, normally he would just help the tribes girl. But something had cracked off of the elf's arm, a tiny caith crystal. A small fragment similar to the ones that formed under his fur. Adion knew what caused it, unstable casting resulting in the unintentional formation of caith crystals, and how to treat it, using warm salt water to get the crystal to move away from organic material. So, he made his decision. It would be the most beneficial for all if the elf could be able to show her arms again.

Adion had no trouble honing in on the elf. Most could not tell, but elves tended to have a sweeter, more natural scent. Adion still had the small piece of broken caith and moved a little ways from the elf to where she could see him. He then removed a caith crystal from under his fur, trying to show that he could help her. He wanted to help her. It was what vere do. The only thing that they ask is information. That is their tradition. That is the vere way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you alright?"

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"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." Lawrence arched her eyebrows, surprised that this Cortland had not only been working against them, but had given all of them the same locator. Had he really assumed he would succeed? Lawrence handed the locator over happily, glad they had discovered the plot.

"No, I never saw this Cortland. Wouldn't have minded an extra 500 marks though," Grim replied to Dr. Serabel's searching gaze. Though she didn't particularly like keeping the money, Lawrence wasn't going to turn down the doctor's offer. After all, no foul harm was done; the money was not tainted.

"Now what do we do?" Dr. Serabel asked, to which Captain Runa quickly responded. She then scurried about the ship, doing whatever it was that airship captains did. A few moments later, the ship began to climb into the sky. Though Lawrence wasn't used to travelling on airships, her steady feet kept her from losing her balance at the sudden jerk.

Disentangling herself from the group, Rivers walked to the side of the ship, admiring the view as the land grew further and further away from her. It was an interesting feeling to fly; even though you're standing on solid wood, it still seemed as though your body was the one floating through the clear blue sky.

Time passed quickly as Lawrence was lost in her thoughts. She was caught completely by surprise as she heard the screech of an arrowhawk behind her and the familiar ring of a sword being drawn. Spinning lightly, Lawrence pulled her firearm from her holster, but didn't have to aim before claws were colliding with her neck. "Bastard!" She yelled, pushing the caithness off of her. She rolled over herself, flipping easily to her feet. She fired quickly at the arrowhawk, and it instantly dissolved into bits of caith. Nimbly jumping onto the side of the ship, Lawrence slipped into the rigging, firing at the arrowhawks circling above.

Sparing a quick glance to the others below, Rivers slid back down the rigging, and pulled two throwing knives free and sent them flying into the eyes of a quickly approaching caithness. Suddenly, the ship went downward, slowly but surely, and the arrowhawks were gone. Lawrence slipped the firearm into her holster and retrieved the knives. "Everyone okay?" She asked distractedly, holding a hand on the blood seeping from her neck. It wasn't a deep wound, but it would bleed for a bit.

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

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

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

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

STRICTLY NO AIRSHIPS!

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

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

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



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"Are you alright?"

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

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

"Everyone okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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