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Ocenia

Yes I'm a princess, but that doesn't mean I can't handle myself.

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

Description

Age: 22
Type: Beastly humanoid/ human mix

She has very fair skin, one of the palest in her current country. She stands about 5'7" and has a slim curved figure. Her eyes are a beautiful blue-green that typically matches the oceans of Ophidia. Her hair is cropped short and has a messy look to it. A golden woven beret given to her by her mother is always in her hair to keep some of the stray strands from falling into her face during battle. It is often that she carries a winged staff made out of the finest blue gold with the design in a metallic silver. Between the middle of the sphere that has the two wings a top it are little flecks of light that float within, moving from side to side at all times. These flecks resemble the life force of her rod. Her clothing, due to her status, is very elegant. With rich colors of red, flowering designs in the patter of blues and silvers. She typically wears a skirt that parts in the front attached to a pair of shorts that are in the same type of material. She wears fine jewelry at times, but not often because she doesn't want to damage anything that has coast too much money.

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Ocenia, unlike some of the natural Vall and humans was blessed with two forms. Her Vall form does not occur often, typically only during very stressful events or battles. This form has even paler tones than her human form and is blessed with a set of wings whiter than the first fallen snows of Ophidia. Her hair grows to about mid-waist and holds a very pale white that seems grey in comparison to her beautiful wings. Typically she would be in the same clothing that she would wear around the palace, but to trick some of her caretakers Ocenia had figured out how to warp her magical abilities to change the clothing to a tatter old grey dress that fit to her body almost perfectly. It flows around her like a ghost reflection to what she has become. The only person who knows about this alternate form at her palace would be her Professor Ka'dar. It was a secret that was kept to the two of them so not to frighten the people of Ophidia more.

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Personality

Ocenia is a very shy person at first. This has grown into her because she was use to her father dealing with a lot of people and telling her to listen instead of talk. With this she has grown into a very quiet young woman, though she will speak to those she has grown fond of, gotten to know, or when she is angry. Once Ocenia opens herself up to those around her she is a very sweet loving person who wishes that the small battles that play out between the three kingdoms would fall short allowing peace to travel throughout the lands, though these are similar ideals to her mother. When agitated, Ocenia will lash out, often using magic that typically causes more annoyances.

Ocenia is also known to the people as a "Peaceful Spirit" this is due to her abilities to control the emotional levels in the room. Often she uses a flute that she keeps on her at all times to play music to sooth the souls of the irritated. This goes along with her personal opinion to bring balance and peace to the three realms.

Though Ocenia is known for these personality behaviors she does have an alternate side to herself as well. Involved in her fighting she can change from her human form to a form more like her Vall nature, a blessing and a curse her Professor has informed her. This change in her body also effects her personality, making her a little harder to deal with. She becomes more blunt with her words and typically ignores even more instructions than her normal personality would. In this form as well she uses her music to consume people to the point of controlling their own body to her will. This is how she typically tries to win battles, though if the music goes unheard she is not able to control the bodies. At times this form can stick with the princess for a few days, though it usually wares off when she is out of danger.

Equipment

Her elegant clothes that her parents provide her. The beautiful staff that was made for her to use her magical abilities. A small flute, this is with her at all times because her main magical ability is to calm people with the music she produces. She is known as a peaceful spirit for a reason. Another object she keeps with her at all times is the beret in her hair that was given to her by her biological mother.

Training

Ocenia is a magi in her abilities, meaning she can use magical properties. Her main source of power comes from music which she omits through a small flute that she keeps on her person. Ocenia was trained well by person tutors in both magic and combat, though she would prefer to stay out of fights and work on the sidelines with her abilities. At one point her father had pointed Yo'Von as her personal trainer to bring up her own experience in weaponry. Through a lot of hard work he managed to help her work with some daggers of her own, the only weapons she could move with freely without harming herself along with anyone else. But her main training came from a Professor Ka'dar from the Opal Spire who specialized in healing and water properties. Soon she mastered many different abilities that keep her on her toes with everyone. The people may love her, but she can only show so much power before they begin to fear her for all the magic she holds dear to her.

In her private lesson she had also unlocked an ability that shocked both her and her professor. She was able to break the seal from her human body and turn into her Vall counterpart. This was achieved through irritation and anger. Because Ocenia is often a calm person, her professor started to try and train her to control her counterpart. With this he was able to bring trigger memories to bring out the woman that was hidden deep within the princess, once she mastered this she was able to change at will to the Snow Angel, as they called her. Though before she decided to disappear on the castle they were still trying to figure out how to return her to her natural state without having to wait for the effects to ware off.

History

Ocenia was born in Konclave to a human mother who had mated with a beastly-humanoid from the Herth. Upon realizing that their daughter had given birth to a child with a beastly father, Ocenia's biological mother was thrown out of her own home. With a small baby girl in her arms the new mother had no idea what to do with the child, but she knew they would not both survive out in the cold of winter. Traveling for the longest time the mother managed to find people helped her travel to Ophidia. Within the Realm of Order, Ocenia's mother tried to find a good home for her daughter, but no one wanted a Konclave child in their home, let alone a Konclave child that had dabbled in some Herth blood as well.

Beginning to lose hope that her child would ever leave a peaceful happy life, the new mother heard rumors that the King and Queen of Ophidia were having troubles giving birth to their own children. The queen had many miscarriages and was soon declared unable to had children. Hope had been lost for the king and queen, but the mother had an idea. She made her way to the castle and was able to convince a guard to let her speak with a maid. The maid agreed to the pleading mother's wishes and told her to stay at the front gate while she presented the lovely child to the queen and her king. As soon as the woman vanished into the doors of the castle, the new mother made her way into the crowds and vanished. She would never know what happened to that lovely red-brown haired child of hers.

The queen was shocked to hear what the maid had to say about the lovely little girl in her hands. She responded with a yes at first, but then demanded to speak with the mother to find out reasons for wanting to depart from her own child, but the maid was never able to find the lady. Worried that the child would die without her help and excited to finally have a child to call her own, the queen accepted the vanishing woman's wishes and raised the child of her own. At first this caused protest from the people of Ophidia, but they soon noticed the love and kindness their queen and king showed to this child and accept the young girl to be their princess. Now Ocenia is a well-known magician in Ophidia. She is known for her water, ice, and healing abilities along with her calming musical abilities. People sometimes worry that the princess could use her music to force people to fight, but the young woman has not tried this and doesn't plan to anytime soon if possible.

Now at the age of 22 she wonders about herself and the vanishing woman that was her biological mother. The queen and king never hid who the girl really was. She knew that her mother was human, but wondered what her father was. Due to her magical touch she thought he could have been an Orlary, but she does not look remotely similar to the Orlary people. Instead she came down to the conclusion that he may have been another human or even a Vall with a beastly twist. She discovered this after one night of playing her flute when the queen, her mother, stepped into her bedroom and claimed to see faint wings on the young girl's back. This caused her more curiosity from that point to where she started to talk to her tutor about her mother's claims. Within a few months of her birthday they were able to discover ways to change her into her Vall form, but not completely figure out how to return her back to normal before she decided to follow after Von.

Ocenia decided to follow Yo'Von one day after a summoning from her father. It had been after a large upset between the three family members. Deciding that she wanted to learn more about her true parents, she argued that traveling through the realms would be the only way to discover who she really was, though her father had to argue. His argument stated that she was now the daughter of a very well-known king and queen who would soon need an heir to replace them. Though Ocenia was not their biological daughter she was the absolute closest relative the queen and king had to keeping their name on the throne. It had also been a very rough time for them as well to have the young woman claiming to find out more about her heritage since the council in Ophidia were attempting to converse with the king on said matters anyway. When Yo'Von had been summoned to the palace, Ocenia took this opportunity to sneak away with him without his realization. She had taken a few coins that would keep her healthy in food and supplies along with places to sleep. Though at one point in their travels the princess had gotten the wrong times on a departure and was separated from the man she was staying so close to. It was weeks before she heard about the Wind Spire departing from Konclave that she decided to hop aboard. It did not matter where it took her, she just needed to move from the Brass City for she had already found as much information as she could in this single location.

So begins...

Ocenia's Story

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Character Portrait: Keyra Character Portrait: Von Dranosk Character Portrait: Ocenia Character Portrait: Sevral Character Portrait: Gavyn Fynion

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Gavyn couldn't help the loud laughing as he played, enjoying the show he was receiving. He danced about with Keyra happily, but was sorely disappointed when Sevral didn't rise to the bait and start dancing with the Vall woman himself. He'd have to have a talk with that man later about the proper way to flirt with a lady when she wants to have a dance. He finished his playing with a quick flourish and lowered the fiddle, his gaze looking about the group with a satisfied look. There was unity here, there was potential. Maybe this wouldn't be a complete waste of time after all.

The piercing whistle caught Gavyn's attention and he looked to the Captain, his attention quickly shifting to that of the slender female that stood beside him. The hairs at the back of his neck bristled and he stood straighter as the woman was introduced as the cook, Vorra by name and Surini by race. It was by instinct that he grew wary of the woman. He had nothing against the woman, it was just her reptilian nature. It would take some time, and a conscious effort on his part, but eventually, he would come to ignore the messages his instincts screamed to him easily. As it were, he appeared stiff in the matter, it not helping situations as she gazed at him and flicked her tongue out.

The Gryphon inclined his head to the woman, refusing to take his golden eagle eyes from her, less on intention and more on instinct. “T'ank ye fer th' meal,” he said in respect, even mustering up a bit of a smile for the woman. Von made his announcement to wanting to see them all on deck, and Gavyn couldn't be more thankful for the distraction. “Ach, loved ta stay an' chat, bu' duty be callin' an' all,” he said, strapping his fiddle back to his person and grabbing a roll as he moved out of the room, still facing Vorra. “T'anks 'gain. Pidge, Mouse. Ta th' deck,” he called, backing out of the room and only turning to walk the correct way forward once he was from view. He didn't hurry his pace, he wasn't scared of the woman, but his desire to attack and subdue her had certainly subsided and he was able to relax.

He climbed up to the deck eagerly, his footfalls heavy as he took in the fresh air. He raised his head up to the sky and opened his arms widely, giving a smile to the stars. This, this was where he belonged. Eagerly, he stepped out and was suddenly stopped with a large flourish of magical energies. It wasn't like the rifts songs to him at all. No, this felt far more wild, without purpose, and... lost. Still, he couldn't help feeling as if he knew this energy. It was different, and strange, but all the while held a reminiscence of familiarity. Taking a deep breath, the young man noticed that he was breathing out in cold air. It shouldn't be this cold yet, and his gaze traveled about to see that there was a slight frost bridging out around him. The origin seemed to be coming from within. "I'm thinkin' ye've a probl'm Cap," he called out to Von as he turned his back on the Rift. He could hear the cries of the swirling mass, seeking again his return, his unaltered attention, but this new magic began pulsing, flailing. It was scared, and few things were more deadly than a magic wielded in fear. He began his trek back down to the depths of the ship, looking for the origin of the pulsating power.

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Her attention snapped right to Yo'Von as he whistled. Keyra's smile faded immediately as she looked to him and noted the woman who was seemingly latched to him. Her first instinct was to grab her sword, which her hand readily went to, but the Captain continued, while disengaging himself, and introduced her as Vorra a Surini. The Vall's eyes took in her appearance, she had never seen a Surini before, though she'd heard about them. To have one standing before her was... quite interesting to say the least.

Keyra let her grip soften on the handle of her weapon, but she didn't move as the introduction was completely. However, she did manage her previous smile to the woman and gave her a short nod of thanks about the food that she'd enjoyed. Her white wings fluttered slightly, a twitch that tugged at her attention, pulling at her senses. Keyra ignored it for the time being, instead her attention caught by Vorra after Yo'Von left with the request that they join him on deck.

"Well.. Its been quite some time since one of your kind have been on this ship.. how interesting," Vorra said, her voice smoother than anything Keyra had ever heard before. The sly tone was not missed by the Vall.

"And this is a first time I've laid eyes on a Surini. Quite interesting as well," Keyra offered in return, "I apologize, but I am afraid I cannot stay. Perhaps we can talk more another time?" Keyra bowed to the woman, her arm wrapped under her chest and her fingers extended in the formal bow.

She turned away and started after Gavyn who had called to her and Sevral. She only stopped long enough to put her hand on Sevral's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze and a tug to have him follow as well. She made it out the door of the dining area, however she stopped almost immediately after. The tingle that had run through her back and wings came back, her senses picking up on something that she couldn't quite place. Keyra gripped her sword tighter as she turned to look down the hall.

With a deep breath, she filled her lungs with icy air. An eyebrow lifted at this as she remembered clearly that the ship had been quite warm earlier. Her wings unfurled slightly, the muscles tightening as she readied herself for whatever it was that was causing the strange cold. Keyra could tell they were in the Rift, the magic was all to clear. The power that vibrated the very air around her, a feeling that she'd become accustomed to during her travels. However, her body was sensing a different kind of magic in the air, something she was not familiar with.

Keyra frowned, her body and mind now in her defensive mode. She drew her sword from its sheath and started down the hall when she heard Gavyn's heavy foot falls coming back down below deck. She turned to him to catch his attention.

"Gavyn, do you know what this is?" She asked plainly, she was certain he felt what she was feeling too. As she asked the question a sharp cracking sound reverberated overhead. The Vall looked up quickly to the ceiling, her eyes narrowing as she was prepared for something to come crashing down on her. What caught her eye, though, was not what she was expecting, but it didn't put her at any ease either.

Ice was crawling across the boards above her, a moment later and the sound continued as it came down the wall across from her. Keyra looked around sharply, trying to figure out where the ice was coming from. Her sword gleamed in the torch light, but as the ice continued, the torches were soon to follow. She didn't like the feeling she was getting, nor the thought that if the ice continued it could very well leave the ship immobilized and that would certainly mean their death inside the Rift. Keyra started down the hallway at a fast pace, knowing that Gavyn would follow her as he was just as sensitive to the power as she was. Her eyes followed the ever growing ice, slowly figuring out where it was coming from.

She stopped in front of a door covered entirely in ice. Her eyes scanned each corner of the door as she stood there. Reaching out slowly, she gingerly touched the door, her fingers cooling as they made contact with the frozen water. Immediately, she snatched her hand back, having only touched the magic briefly. The power was immense, but there was no control. Emotions were driving the cold, emotions that were reigning freely. Keyra's breath sucked in sharply between her teeth. She looked to her companions.

"Here," she said then took several steps back and raised her weapon. Her wings lifted stretching out to their full length which were just as long as she was tall. Tension built in her muscles and she stood there for a few seconds, gaining the power to propel herself forward. With a sharp thrust of her wings and a short lung forward, Keyra was shot right at the door, her sword leading. She hit the door, ice and all, with a loud crack, but the door didn't budge and the ice only shattered where she hit. Her blade lodged in the wood and she frowned at the door as she worked to free her weapon.

"You may have better luck than me, Gavyn," she said in a soft voice as she finally got her sword back. Keyra took a few steps away to allow the Gryphon room. All the while she listened to the soft sounds of ice slowly spreading across the ship.

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Sevral was so intently focused on Keyra when suddenly a whistle broke out behind him. The man jumped slightly as he was drawn back into the real world, the fact that more people were in the room once more dawning on him. He couldn't say he wasn't slightly annoyed with the interruption, but he turned now in his place.

The man jumped again as he saw what was clinging to Von's neck. Instinct told him to grab at his sword, shock caused him to slide back and nearly topple from his chair. It wasn't until he took a moment to think that he realized the girl was indeed friends with the Captain, and her grip about his neck was nothing to fear. He listened now as Von introduced her as Vorra, a Surini. Sevral had never seen one, nor heard of the race. Feelings of intrigue and fear glistened through his eyes as he stared at the woman, managing just a slight nod in acknowledgement and thanks at Von's mention of all this food being her fine creation. He smiled as he adjusted himself, standing now as Von requested for them to move above deck. In a way he was grateful to get out of her presence, not that it intimidated him, but that.. No, the man couldn't help but feel intimidated.

The smile on his face then dissipating as he turned towards Gavyn who more or less made a hasty retreat past the door. He then felt a hand on his shoulder, and was surprised when he found it was Keyra's. Normally he'd of enjoyed the touch, but he couldn't feel much with the Surini standing there. She had said something to Keyra who responded, but Sevral wasn't paying attention. He nodded to Keyra as her grip tightened on his shoulder and he followed her out, glancing back only once to wave goodbye to Vorra.

The man nearly ran into Keyra as he turned his gaze forward again, not realizing she had stopped. He more or less did run into her wings as they twitched, and he looked at the girl curiously. She was sensing something, and he glanced around, trying to discern what was wrong. Though he didn't have any sort of ability to really detect magic, it didn't take any of that to realize that his breath was clearly visible before him. He looked down and around as the Vall before him gripped her sword and unsheathed it, knowing now that this wasn't merely the rift's doing, this was something else/ Gavyn appeared ahead, and Sevral chased Keyra after him.

"Gavyn, do you know what this is?"

Sevral's attention was immidiately drawn to the creeping ice particles as they accumulated with each passing moment, spreading over the ceiling and down the wall, the torches extinguishing with the advance. He ran a finger over the wall, then wished he hadn't. His head was swamped with the magic that had created the ice, his body tingling with the affects, himself feeling a mess of emotions that provided the driving force of the frozen water. Shaking his head, he waited a second as his thoughts cleared and he continued on after them, arriving soon at the door to Von's quarters.

He watched as Keyra got first the first blow on the totally iced over wood, only managing to shatter the barrier that sat around it. She tugged at her blade, freeing it finally before suggesting that Gavyn give it a shot. This made sense considering his overall size and weight from leaning on it seemed like it could break the doors. He stood back, waiting patiently, his mind wandering back to what he felt when he had touched the ice. He didn't like the feelings, and he knew this was by no means good.

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Character Portrait: Keyra Character Portrait: Von Dranosk Character Portrait: Ocenia Character Portrait: Sevral Character Portrait: Gavyn Fynion

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Gavyn was almost immediately greeted by the image of his companions as he re-entered the decks below, but there were no pleasantries or greetings. It was clear that they all were aware of the situation and as Keyra asked him what it was that was occurring, ice traveled around them, expanding within the wood of the ship and slowly cracking the beams. It would not take a genius to understand that this situation was life threatening. He followed the Vall woman through the halls, all the while thinking of what could be causing the imbalance over the ship, how it had been allowed on board when so carefully everything had been watched.

The group had stopped outside of Von's cabin, and the Gryphon racked his brain, searching for something that he had seen within that may be causing such a calamity now. The spear had been a source of magical property, but he was sure he had seen the Captain holding it while he stood watch over the Rift. He only nodded at Keyra as she stated that this was the source of the icy confines they had found themselves in. He could feel the magic permeating from behind the door, and despite the danger and anger behind the force, he could feel the underlying truth of it, the fear which caused the anger.

His mind fighting to keep the emotions from entering within him, he took a step back and allowed Keyra to make the attempt at opening the door. He watched her as she met with the ice and wood, raising an arm to stave off the stray fragments of ice that shattered at her attack but left the door completely intact. This didn't surprise him in the least; he could only imagine the thickness of the ice beyond the wooden barrier they stood before. He was very much used to harsh winters and the strength of ice when in mass. As soon as the woman moved back, he took a step forward and pressed against the bare wood even as the ice began again to spread along and replace what had been shattered. He listened carefully as he knocked upon the door in varying positions, determining which spots were more heavily covered and where the wood may be weak from the ice. His discoveries made, he moved back as the ice once more covered over the door in a thinner coat.

“It's Ocenia.. She's the center of this.”

Gavyn stopped and looked at Von, the expression on his face quite solemn and while he always seemed serious, there was something more to his demeanor. There was a reason for worry. Still, Gavyn's thoughts went to the young woman as he recalled the emotions of the magic and of the woman that he now could put a face to them. His resolve strengthened, he moved closer once more to the door and settled himself there, mentally preparing himself as he inhaled through his nose and let out the breath quickly from his mouth. “Keyra,” he said, never taking his eyes from the door in question. “Keep yer wings tight ta yerself, lass. T'will be winds abound if'n as th' Cap' says. Sevral. Use yer blades ta give yerself leverage. Th' mass'll be pushin' us back, ye need ta move forward. Von.” He stopped then and turned to the older man and simply gave him a nod, not needing to voice anything to him. He would know what would need to be done, how to handle the storm.

His attention once more on the door before him, he continued his breathing and took a stance before the door. His body was relaxed as he began his assault against the door. First, his arm would come down as if hammering a nail upon a wall, the force not being applied until he was a hair's breath from collision with the ice. It was then that his hand tightened into a fist and he hit the ice with the flat of his fingers in a downward motion, once more shattering the ice. On the upward pull, he turned his arm to that of an up-cutting strike, cracking a paneling of the wood at the lower center of the barrier. His left knee followed next, hitting the spot with a precision of years of practice. The wood splintered to reveal the ice wall behind it. It was then that the Gryphon followed again with both fists, pushing through the barrier. He gripped what he could of the ice, digging his fingers into it as he stood and pulled back, creating a hole within the door and allowing a howling wind to pass through to the hall.

Within his mind, the attack had be taken step by step, something happening as easily as breathing. The reality of it was completed within a moment's time, each movement quickly and easily flowing into the next, it was difficult to see where once attack ended, another began, and how many blows he had actually achieved. Such was the result of being taught by a true master. His method of breathing never ceased as he broke through the remainder of the now fragile ice and pushed through the threshold against the raging winds. He continued forward, creating a barrier of the brunt of the gale winds that the others may find an easier path within the room. The floor was thick with ice and snow as he moved forward, preparing himself for ice shards. Easily, he glanced them off to the sides as if they were fists or knives. “OI!” he called to those behind him. “A'fore the door closes 'gain!” he shouted, seeing only a shadow of a creature in the middle of the storm.

“Ocen'a! Lass! Ach, if'n ye wan'ed me 'ttention,” he began as he continued to push forward into the room,” ye'd only 'ad ta ask,” he finished, his voice shouting, but holding that teasing air, trying to bring her back to a sense of normality, a sense of awareness. She was among friends, she was fine, she was safe. Even knowing it was Ocenia's magic, didn't calm the man. There was still something foreign about it, but that could wait until he wasn't being threatened to be eaten by a blizzard.

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Keyra's eyebrow lifted as Yo'Von came down the stairs and joined them. His calm demeanor was something that she expected from him, and appreciated. The last thing she wanted was to have chaos erupting all across the sky ship. Her eyes fell on the door where the Captain pointed, the ice already crawling over where she'd landed her blade on it. The knowledge that the ice was being caused by Ocenia was slightly unnerving, but she kept that to herself. Questions of how the Princess could be so utterly powerful, yet unable to control it at a time like this. The dangers of the Rift were many, thus Keyra would have thought if the woman had magic she would have had more control of it.

Yet the feeling of the emotions, the fear and uncertainty, rushing through the power and concealed within the ice told her that there was something else going on entirely. Perhaps the Princess had control over her magic, therefore, something must have happened to her. Keyra tightened her hold on her blade and nodded as Gavyn told her to keep her wings tightly held against her. Even so, she wasn't ready for the blast of icy air that expelled from the room once Gavyn had pounded his way through the door.

Her wings were closed tightly, but even so, the wind rushing passed her pulled at her body, threatening to knock her over. The cold bit hard into her warm wings and she shuttered at the feeling. She was going to have to be careful walking into that room as her eyes noted sharpened icicles shooting around in the blizzard. The bones of her wings were light in weight, limber and very easily broken if hit wrong. She tightened them against her back and stepped through the doorway as Gavyn shouted.

“OI! A'fore the door closes 'gain!”

She put the flat of her blade up before her to block what she could of the swirling blizzard. Her hand held it against her forearm as she lifted the large weapon upwards to keep most of the magic from biting at her. She squinted her eyes as she tried to see through the swirling mass of white. The cold was bitter, something she'd never felt before. However, she didn't have time to marvel at the feel of such cold. Keyra tried her best to keep her wings from pulling her off her feet, but it was challenge all of its own. Even still, she was dragged sideways and backwards from the blizzard, the icy floor was no help either as her boots had no traction.

The Vall grit her teeth as she struggled to follow Gavyn into the middle of the magical torrent. Her hand stung sharply and she bit her lower lip, a slight wince piercing her otherwise stony features. She felt the same sting several times afterwards and knew that she wasn't going to be able to miss every flying icicle there was. She lifted her blade higher, to try to protect her wings that had already taken a hit or two from the smaller ones. Anything larger than what she'd taken might well break the bones of her white wings should they hit hard enough and just right.

Keyra followed Gavyn as closely as she could, slipping and sliding as she went. Desperately trying to keep her wings tightened against her back didn't help her situation for balance either. Were there no wind or flying projectiles, she would have had no problem walking across the ice. Her blue hair whipped around her face, strands of the silky hair getting in her eyes and causing further trouble for her. She slipped heavily on the ice, losing her footing completely to the wind. Instinct shot her wings out to catch herself, unused to falling because she had no balance.

The wind caught her, and she was tossed a little ways before she could get her sword down and lodged in the ice to stop herself from hitting the wall of the room. Her breath was taken from her at the shock of having been tossed around like a rag doll. Down on one knee, she clung to her enormous sword while trying to pull her wings back to her. However, the rushing wind was proving to be too much and just trying to get them back down was painful. Fearing breaking the delicate addition to her body, she let them relax in the air.

Keyra couldn't move then, though. She glared at the white blizzard, slightly irritated that something so trivial had taken her down and put her in a position of immobilization. The ice shards flying around caught her wings, but she was lucky enough that they were small, at least for the time being.

"Gavyn!" She shouted over the whipping wind, "Have you gotten to her?"

She waited for his answer, all the while wondering how Sevral was coping with the wind. Keyra huffed silently to herself. It wasn't a large room either, but the wind was a nightmare, almost like a solid wall. Well, until he could do something about Ocenia's uncontrolled power, she was stuck clinging to her sword and hoping nothing hit her wings too hard.

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Ocenia was tucked away on Von’s bed with her snow white wings wrapped tightly around her body. It was this that made her look more like a mound of fresh snow and ice that camouflaged her in the deadly blizzard. Sharp winds swirled around the room breaking off bits and pieces of ice that had climbed over objects in the room. The wind even picked up some random items from the captains room and flung them around with the ice and snow. If it hadn’t been for her dream and the loud whistling from her power Ocenia would have heard Gavyn in the near distance, but currently she was deafened by her own magic.

The silver-eyed man stood in the middle of the soft fallen snow still staring down at the princess. Her eyes were midnight-blue like the depths of an ocean instead of the green shallows they typically had. Her short rusty hair fell down her back in swirls of gentle grays and whites. The weight of her wings was familiar but heavy, due to most of her time being in a human state. Despite her change in form, the princess still stared up at the strange figure wondering who and what he was. How was it that those emptiness in his pupils intrigued her and made her forget how lost she was only moments before.

This had happened before, she thought to herself. A dream of the fog and a large amount of power, but never had see seen this dark silhouette before her. Taking in a deep breath the woman could feel the bitter cold nip in the air around her. A low pitch whistle, much like the steam-engine trains of Konclave caught her attention. Her eyes widened, and she forced her body into a complete standing position. The sound was wind, perhaps from a terrible storm.

“Don’t worry,” the breeze whispered, wrapping around her like a warm summer’s day. “Everything will be fine, relax…” Ocenia turned her attention to the figure, but he was gone.

The storm in the room grew, the wind flinging around larger rocks of ice that slammed into the walls around the room. Gavyn, with his pursuit to find Ocenia, had made his way to the eye of the storm only steps away from the woman he searched for. He would have to continue through another wave of the blizzard before reaching his target. Being this close to the woman now it was apparent that it was not Ocenia who lay in the bed, but a woman with snow white features and the form of a Vall. Ocenia’s wings shuttered at this moment, lifting up a bit as if they sensed a presence nearby. Her midnight-blue eyes fluttered open, and the feathers that wrapped around her lifted above her as she slowly sat up.

The room went still. The wind dwindled down until it held the large and small objects in the air at a standstill. Her eyes stared at Gavyn for a long moment before her lips quirked up into an awkward smile. It was not often that she woke up with magical abilities with such strength. Her head cocked to the side and all her silver hair fell over her right shoulder. “Hello…” her voice was just as icy as the boat and the storm began once more.

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Larger chunks of ice were flying around the room then, causing Keyra a lot of stress as she tried to maneuver her way around the dangerous objects. Stationed as she was, just trying to avoid being hit straight on was becoming all the more impossible. She couldn't see through the white blur of air, snow and ice. Her hand was starting to go numb from the cold and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold onto the blade that kept her safely on the ground. Though, she wasn't entirely sure how safe it was as the storm grew more violent.

The magic changed then, everything coming to a stand still and she found herself slumped against her weapon, her wings falling down limply, stretched out behind her. With a deep breath of relief, Keyra got to her feet, albeit a bit unsteadily. She held onto the weapon still, and looked around. She could see Gavyn who had gotten very close to Ocenia. She looked to Sevral and then over to the Princess who looked entirely different than when Keyra had last seen her.

"A Vall?" Keyra whispered to herself in surprise.

“Hello…” the cold tone was laced with magic and the sound had Keyra's eyes widening in shock. The moment the girl spoke, the blizzard started once more, and fiercer than it had been before. Keyra's weapon came out of the ice where she'd shoved it and she went flying. Sword and body hit the wall behind her, her heavy weapon going against her as it slammed into her stomach. She coughed from the impact, losing all the air in her lungs and having to fight to breath again passed the rushing wind.

She looked to where she'd seen Ocenia, her location wasn't very far from the Vall. Unable to do much about her trajectory, she hoped for the best with the first idea that came to mind. However, before she could push off the wall that she was pinned to, an assortment of ice and objects from the Captains room came hurtling at her. Pulling her sword up as best she could, she fended off most of the attack, the larger items narrowly missing her. Keyra dropped the weapon then as she knew it would weigh her down and put both feet against the wall.

With a hard shove she allowed her wings to catch the rushing air and let herself be propelled through the room, although, she had no control as to where she was going. Keyra's heart fell as she had hoped to be thrust towards where Ocenia was. Her plan being that if she could get the girls attention on her, than perhaps she could bring some sense into the Princess. However, it didn't work as planned and she found herself tossed wildly in some random direction. Unable to control herself, she tried desperately to control where she was going.

Her body hit something warm a few moments after having been twisted around like a rag doll. She hated the feeling of not having control, and was relieved when she'd stopped. She focused herself on what she'd hit and realized it was Sevral that she'd taken down under her weight. She made to offer him an apology but as she opened her mouth to speak, her voice instead gave a sharp gasp, a low cry of pain as something whipped passed them and tore right through her opened wing.

Her hands tightened on him for a moment with the explosion of blinding pain as she felt her wing tear, then bend at an awful angle and break. Once the initial wrack of agony passed she lost her strength for a moment and the wind pulled her off of Sevral and started dragging her, broken wing or not. She had nothing to hold onto and the ice was a deadly disadvantage. Wrenching from her belt, the only other weapon she carried on her person, she slammed the little dagger into the ice and prayed that it would hold.

"Gavyn!" she screamed, "Hurry up!"

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Sevral nodded to Gavyn as he told him to use his swords for leverage, and in one motion drew both. He knew if he were to make any progress, he'd most likely have to use them like ski-poles, so one sword simply wouldn't do. What he didn't know and wasn't expecting was the massive windstorm that came streaming from the opening Gavyn had made, and Sevral was still amazed at how quickly the man had broken in, and with such apparent ease. His mind however didn't dwell on it, as with the wind came a torrent of ice shards. He brought a single arm up infront of his face to protect himself, and now wished he really didn't have a short-sleeve on as the tiny fragmentation pierced and stung his arm. Still, he proceeded forward after Gavyn.

Following the man in, Sevral had to almost immediately dig his blade into the ice upon passing through the door. The wind was unheard of, and never had the man been in anything other than a light snow. This was pure hell frozen over, quite literally, and Sevral squinted through it all in a vain attempt to see before him. Swinging his other hand forward, he brought the second blade up and dug it into the ice, despite the fact that it was dull. His practicing gave him a fine tuned ability to use even a dull blade as if it were sharpened, knowing just how much force, and how to hold it in order for even the smallest point to catch and cut. He continued more or less using this to advance through the winds, losing sight of Keyra or Von, and seeing only Gavyn infront of him.

The poor man clung on for dear life, white knuckling the his swords as he urged the blades to stay embedded in the ice. Suddenly though, everything stopped. Looking around, Sevral's eyes drifted past Keyra who was now standing up a few feet away, then to Ocenia. The only thing was, this didn't look like Ocenia, it was a Vall. Sevral could barely managed to speak any sort of reply as the girl beat him to it, saying only "Hello..." The tone alone made a chill run down his spine, it was colder than the ice and winds he'd just endured, or at least, it was. Suddenly it began again, even harder and the man dragged himself forward, clinging to his swords.

"Damnit all!" he said, "hurry it up Gavyn!" He could just barely see the silhouetted figure before him through the blinding winds of the blizzard, and suddenly he felt a presence clinging to him. Looking back, he found Keyra latched onto him. He had no idea how she'd gotten there, nor did he know how long she could stay there. The answer was quick as suddenly she slid off, and Sevral could just see one wing slightly limp. He reached back as she produced a small dagger and dug it into the ice, gripper her wrist and mustered all his strength to drag the girl forward.

He pulled her in towards him, helping her get grip of his own sword which was holding fast, must to his relief, then put his arm around the girl's shoulders. Pressing her into himself he made a shield from the deadly shrapnel that swirled angrily through the winds, trying to keep her small figure protected as best he could. Her wings he could do nothing about, there was no way he'd be able to drag them down without losing his own grip, so he remained kneeling by the sword with her under his arm. Under any other circumstance, he'd of enjoyed this, but right now he only wished for it to stop.

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Von Dranosk

Von girded himself for the moment the door was breached, after hearing all the tales of what it was like trying to retrieve Ocenai from her past episodes he knew this wasn't going to be easy and he was right. The whole corridor began to freeze over when the door was breached and mostly all vision was robbed by the scorching cold air and flying shards of ice. Not to mention the fact that Von may have noticed the bottom drawer or his wardrobe came wising past his head which he quickly ducked thanks to noticing its lining.

His eyes quickly lost sight of Gavyns back and Keyra was also gone from view, then soon after that he could no longer see Sevral as well. Even thought he knew where Ocenia would most likely be, it was surprisingly hard to gain his bearings in this blizzard. Even more so with the loss of the others in this mess he began to hate the fact that his room was so wide to begin with and this only added to the aspect of what could be coming whipping through the air at him next .
As if that wasn't bad enough the small shards of ice in the snow where cutting small holes into his clothing and when they hit an already present hole it only allowed them to open another in his flesh. But for now he could care less about his own well being or that or that of the others frankly. He cared if they could really have a chance of getting the princess through this in one piece.

And then it happened.
The whole of the blizzard stopped not long after Von could hear the voices of the others call out and he saw Ocenia's silhouette past most of the frozen air. She was still there in the middle of his bed and he could see just what was happening too the young girl. But when he reached out to say something she merely spoke one word.

"Hello.."

Her stiff cold words where more then enough to prove to Von that something was very amiss with this whole situation and he soon found himself trying to force his way towards her. But he wind and flailing snowy debris started up possible more virulent then before. Von's eyes began to sting more then before and he could feel the wind push him away from where he was standing.
Von crouched and had a small glimmer of inspiration in his mind, acting on that he pulled his spear from behind him and extended it jabbing the blade into the deck and using it as leverage to walk. His gaining of distance with Ocenia's position soon began to make more promise until Von heard a large thud, he lifted his head to catch whatever it was hoping in some way that it was Ocenia getting off the bed. But their was a small glimmer of flashing coming towards him, swirling through the snow and it hit him that it was the large sword Keyra carried on her person.
Unfortantely he wasn't quick enough to duck the entire size of the weapon and had to make with actually letting it make contact with him. The long blade of the weapon glided with little resistance across Von's left shoulder going through the flesh quite easily.

Von made with just gritting his teeth and dealing with the pain for now as the fabric of his tunic began to turn a rustic red color. Not expecting however in his state to hear a loud cry of pain from nearby he turned his head to see what he could possible make out. Von strained to bring his neck around from side to side as he searched, their was a now apparent sting running the gamut of his left shoulder and lower spine.
But he wasn't the only one in trouble it seemed as he watched Keyra come toppling over through the air and land not a foot from him. She did her best to keep herself upright and jabbed a spare blade into a thick section of ice in hopes of stopping herself. Von was not willing to let her just go by unattended and he reached out to grab her while keeping his left arm wrapped around the shaft of his spear. Doing what he could Von was able to pull the young woman up by her shoulder and squeezed her in as close to him as he could. It was instantly apparent what was wrong now, her wing was in a pretty bad way and was showing almost as much red as his side was now. They needed this to be over as quickly as possible, but with now idea where Gavyn or Sevral was Von was starting to feel forced to act very rashly. He held tight to Keyra and began to slide away from his spear with her in his grip. Doing what he could to support and shield her from more danger as he possibly could Von was able to get them away from his weapon, almost enough in fact that the silver glimmer was beginning to fade from view.

Von lent his head down to Keyra.. "Watch your eyes.. and don't get in front of me.." Despite being surrounded by this blizzard he did his best to make sure she heard him. With that Von began to rise hefting his injured arm towards his barely visible spear and used his right to steady his aim. Not to mention the fact that he had never tried anything like this in the least.

(breath.. focus.. envision the target.) These words where cycling through Von's mind as he tried to steady his breathing.

Despite the situation and moment he could feel his heart start to slow and his breathing became easy, which allowed him to begin. The familiar tingle in the middle of his chest was beginning to grow as a deep blueish white light was starting to emit from his fingers. The shocks of electricity started licking away from his palm and began tasting the air for its target.

Then in a sharp instant a bright light began to show from within Von's chest, lighting up the inside of his ribcage and shining through the fabric of his clothes. The dazzling light brightly projected as the lightning shot from Von's hand and began wrapping around the form of his spear. causing it to shine like a beacon in the snow. Not only however did the beacon spread light, but the intense electrical charge formed a massive ball of heat that spread with the light as well. Within moments the ice that was assailing Von and Keyra soon began to starting breaking away and melt into harmless water. Those shards big enough to remain just shattered softly as they made impact with either of them.

The light and heat made seeing within the blizzard far more manageable and the outline of Sevrals body was soon noticed just outside the area of effect. However Gavyn was still just a large indistinguishable mass off to the other side, Von could make out enough to tell that it was him.

Von barked his voice over the crackling of electricity in the air.. "Gavyn.. Sevral.. Do something. I can't keep this up for long." He could already feel the tell tale sign of fatigue wearing in the back of his shoulders and his left side was now being drenched in deep red and it was causing a small puddle to be formed underneath his feet.

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'Half way there,' he thought to himself, continuing to trek through the snow and wind. Two steps forward, one slid back seemed to be something that he was unable to stop until he had reached the eye. He was about to bound through it, run headlong into the other end of the storm when everything stop, the world stood still. His eyes blinked clear of snow and ice heavy on his eyelashes as he met the gaze of the creature that sat upon the bed before him, ever much the embodiment of the winter in her appearance. He saw the awkward smile, identified it as one he had seen before and gave a smile of his own, trying to abate the being while he took a step forward. The voice came, and with it, the storm's return, its heavy winds seeming to intensify as more shards and larger boulders came flying across the room. One such boulder flew smack into Gavyn's chest, to which he lunged his shoulders forward, taking the blow. He tried his breathing again, finding the intense weather stealing from him the breath to continue it, making the sharp ache remain. Still, he pressed on.

He couldn't see Keyra as she flew haphazardly around the room, couldn't hear her as she shouted for him to keep moving. All he heard was the loud screams of the wind, the threat of the ice that should he remain, he would be frozen to his spot. It had gotten to the point, he no longer were able to open his eyes, and simply had to rely on feeling the strength by which the magic emanated for him to understand which direction Ocenia was. He was used to the cold, but this was a tundra, and to be so under-dressed simply begged to be killed by the natural elements. But this storm was not natural, and there was no time to prepare. He took another step, pressing forward, using the wind to his advantage, walking in a more diagonal line and shifting direction than his former head on approach.

The Gryphon couldn't hear Sevral, he couldn't hear Von, nor did he risk looking behind him to wonder at what the faint glow may be from behind him. He took another boulder to the knee, forcing him down on the other as the sharp pain shot though him. He tried expanding his lungs, the icy air burning his insides almost as badly as his knee. A sharp pain filled his chest and he shot the breath out quickly, surmising that the first boulder had bruised a rib, at best. His head down, he fought the pain and the wind, standing again and moving forward, thankful for the icy wind that burned his skin and distracted him from the other aches. The force of the magic was strong and he was able to pry his eyes open that he might see the woman he was looking for. She was right before him, sitting on the bed and watching him still with those eyes of dark blue.

He nearly collapsed forward on the bed, sitting upon it and facing the young woman that was assumedly the same one that he had saved from an eminent death earlier that night. He reached forward and gripped her shoulder, letting out a grunt as he could almost feel ice crawling up upon him from that point of contact, burning him, then numbing him. With a hiss, he reached forward and used his other hand to grip the opposite shoulder, more prepared for the pain, but accepting it at his time. "'ello, lass," he said, breathing it out on scarcely any breath. He tightened his fingers around her shoulders, gripping her tightly, he moved closer that he might see her clearly, gazing into her eyes. He was looking for recognition, for a reason to not physically knock her out. There was no guarantee that would actually stop the storm, and may only leave the storm raging to protect her. "Ocen'a, lass. Ye go' ta stop th' gale. Yer safe." He pulled her closer to him, holding her against his chest, trying to give her any feeling of the little bit of warmth that still ran through his blood. His arms began to form sheets of ice as he held her tightly, rocking her slightly. "Yer safe. Yer safe. Ye've me word, lass. Yer safe," he continually repeated. If the emotion behind the magic was any indication, then she needed to feel once more in safe, on familiar ground. If not, the storm would never be sated and it would mean the end of them all.

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Amused, the snow-angel watched as bits and pieces of ice shattered throughout the large bedroom. Her midnight gaze swept through the entire room able to see through her own storm by taking sight through the ice in the winds. She saw Keyra fly through the room, slamming into Sevral and taking a blow to one of her wings causing an awkward bend in the feathers and bone and blood to splatter some of the white snow. When the woman was thrown away from Sevral the angel turned her attention to a presence that felt all too familiar out of the lot in the storm.

Ice streamed passed Von and the angel stared at him and his spear. She watched him help Keyra to the best of his abilities. Once he had them both situated with holds on the spear his own magic began to radiate in his chest and hands. The light blinded the angel a moment as she escaped one of the ice particles that flew toward the warm light. Ocenia gritted her teeth as she tried to figure a way to wrap the storm around Von and the woman he had saved when Gavyn stepped through the storm into her own safety net.

“How…” her attention shifted from the light in the far corner of the room to the Gryphon that lay on her bed. His hand gripped her shoulder and it was warm, all too warm. Another hand came down on her other shoulder and soon the Vall felt herself being pulled into the larger man’s chest. Her eyes were wide and startled, but they began to drift shut as she felt the warmth of his embrace. Had he said something to her? Ocenia listened to the vibrations of his chest from the heartbeat, but could not remember if he said anything.

You’re safe… please help me… the princess heard in her head as she relaxed against the man who held her. The storm faltered a bit and the ice began to melt around the room. The wind died down enough to let a soft rainfall of water shower in the room. Gavyn’s arms warmed up a bit as the ice dripped away. But soon this warmth threatened the Vall, it was not often that she was released from the princess and now she was being subdued again. “No…” she shook her head a sharp wind blew through the embrace. “Don’t touch me…” her eyes narrowed as her chilled voice swept through the air causing the rain to freeze. The storm did not brew up, just stayed at a light trickle in the room. The woman stood, her wings stretching out and then folding back up on her back. “You relax her and that human will put me back to sleep, cover me in her own barriers and magic. I won’t let you put me away again,”

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Gavyn could feel the warmth begin to return to the room from the pain he felt within his arms, the burning as the numbness wore off and the frostbite began to take form over his skin. He'd done it, he had gotten to her, had helped her to relax and regain control. His eyes closed as he breathed deeply, his lungs thankful for the break in temperature as he inhaled through his nose and exhaled deeply out his mouth. His thoughts turned to the young woman he had held, and to the request that was made of him not half an hour previously at dinner. He could not protect the princess for Von, he had already sworn to protect Ocenia, and he felt he would not be able to properly do both at the same time. He moved back to look at her face, cuts dotting along his cheeks and a nasty scrape along his cheek bone. Her features of winter were mesmerizing, as were most aspects of the season itself, but as she looked at him, one word rang out between them.

"No..."

At that moment, the young Gryphon felt a wind rip between them and forced him back from her. He used the momentum to come out in a roll upon the floor, wincing as he met with his injured knee, but keeping his gaze on the young woman before him. The cold was beginning to return, but not to the extent in which it had. A winter day in mid-fall, a promise of more destruction soon to come. He stood from his position and took in the stance of the woman before him; this was Ocenia, but it wasn't. So long had she hidden herself away, that her Vall nature seemed to form a presence and being all its own. He had heard tales of this happening back home in Herth as faery tales, warnings told to children before bed. The one before him was an intellectual person, terrified that she might once more be locked away in her icy prison all alone, angry that the human side of her could laugh and enjoy herself, while she was left within a chilled corner of the mind. No one wished to be bound so tightly, wished their freedom denied, and Gavyn found himself understanding her desire for release.

However, now was not the time, nor was it the correct circumstance. He could not allow her to remain upon the airship and threaten them all, her power was too great and aching to be used, she would not be able to help herself, as it had occurred at this time. "Lass," he began, taking a step toward her. He hid his limp as best he could, bringing his attention to his upper half as he gestured shortly with his hands. "Ye know wha' tis like ta be buried. Ach, ye ne'er should 'ave. Tis a sad truth. Bu' yer ot'er half tis 'ere now." He tried reasoning it out, but even to him it sounded like a washed argument. He stopped a moment to think before he snapped his fingers and moved within arms reach of the Vall woman, reaching out to grip her arms despite the warning. "Why canna ye no' stay 'wake? Ye an' sh', tis part o' one 'nother, aye? May'aps, sh' be talked ta, may'aps yer giv'n reins fer certain times. Yer power tis great, lass, bu' yer 'bout ta knock us, yerself 'cluded, out o' th' sky. An' in an airship, tis 'ard ta ge' out safe," he said, a smile on his lips.

He reached behind him and produced his violin, coated in a light sheen of ice and few marks scratched upon the surface. He would fret over it later as he lifted it for her to see and grabbed his bow, snapping it across the strings to break the ice from it quickly. "Ye canna 'ear me locked in 'ere s'well as sh' canna, aye? I'll call ye meself. Ye've me word." He ran the bow over the stings in a quick movement, playing a short bit of the tune. "Tis th' Faery Queen ye be. An' sh', th' Maiden. Ye've only ta trust me, lass. T'willnae let ye suff'cate. Bu' ye've go' ta trust me." His eyes looked to hers earnestly, his honesty clear as day upon his face as he waited for her answer. He didn't want to forcefully push this Vall back, it would only make the next time she came out that much more vengeful.

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Ocenia paused, something was wrong with the way the Gryphon had landed when the wind pushed him away. She had half expected him to land on his feet and recover quickly, but instead he fell awkwardly and pain washed over his face though only for a second. It was then that the human deep down had cried out within the Vall, out of everyone in the room Gavyn was the last person she wanted to see hurt. If the angel would just give her a chance she could heal the wound quickly. The white winged beauty stood there instead, leaving the man to maneuver toward her with his slight limp. He was nothing to her, just another soul who tried to lock her away in the mind of a human, unable to stretch out her beautiful wings and fly in the blue skies.

He took another step toward her, causing her focus to shift from freedom to the words he uttered her way. He was sympathizing with her and arguing with false hope. It was not better than that professor from Opal Spire. In the end the dirty old man called action behind her back and trained the human to ‘control’ her properly as if she too were a skill to be wielded. “How would you know a thing,” the girl spat as he came within touching distance. When his hands gripped her arms she was reminded of the warmth that he produced in their embrace only moments before. He was kinder, gentler, and warmer than the professor, would that give her reason to believe his words. That he would help release her from the cell that she was contained within her own body? Perhaps he could reason with the other person she shared the body with, help her come to a realization that the two of them together would make a much lovelier team.

He released his grip on her and pulled out the fiddle. A fiddle! The princess stirred within her fogged chamber as she focused on the instrument she had heard in her dreams earlier that night. The light vibrations of the strings played with the Vall’s heart as she relaxed even more around the Gryphon. He had asked her for her trust. Asked that she gave him a chance to help her from her own confinement, but that now was not the time to let out her anger. For now they were on a ship toward a very deadly rift that could cause everyone lives in danger, including her own. Her wings began to droop as she knew the truth of the matter, and let her magic subside. The room returned to its normal temperature. The propellers and boilers on the ship began to melt as well. The wind and rain stopped in Von’s room. “Don’t make me regret this…” her voice slithered into the air just as her wings retracted her and hair retreated. Her form changed as well into the slightly shorter human form. Her eyes closed in the process and when they opened they were a bright blue-green of the summer oceans. She produced her flute almost immediately and began to harmonize with the fiddle. The light music filled the once deadly room as her own apology and peace offering.

When her song fell away from her and the flute vanished Ocenia gave Gavyn a look of concern. She moved closer to him without warning and called upon a magic she rarely used. The water from the rain lifted from the ground and wrapped around her hands as she spread them over his injuries in a soothing sway, until the water soaked into his skin, muscles, and joints. The warmth of the summer seas filled the injuries and had a soft white hue before slowly fading, leaving the injury as good as new. Her eyes scanned the room, and she spotted the others and their terrible injuries. “I’m sorry…” her voice barely filled the room as her words choked in her throat. She took a step toward Von and Keyra, hoping to offer them the same help she had just given to Gavyn.

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Sevral had only managed to maintain his grip on Keyra for so long. Looking up now, he was completely stuck in one position as an icicle formed out of a chair come in his direction. The man took the full force of it on his upper half and his already straining muscles broke under it all. Releasing his sword and Keyra, he was flung back, himself sliding across the floor before stopping upon reaching the wall. A grunt of pain escaped him as he got to his hands and knees, and he glanced up just to find out where Keyra had gone. Fortunately it seemed as though Von had gathered her, and he looked at the man curiously as he glowed with a crackling, electrical light, keeping himself and the girl safe. That was good, thought Sevral as he held up a hand in front of him to begin moving forward again, though a lot less steady due to himself being cold and without his swords.

He just heard Von yell something to Gavyn, and he readjusted his line of sight through the blizzard towards the room where it seemed Gavyn had reached Ocenia. He couldn't make out anything except two blurry figures in an endless sea of white, in fact he couldn't really even see Ocenia, or the thing that had overtaken her. He knew it was her, yet it wasn't.

Suddenly it all died down, just enough for a rainfall to now shower the room and the man looked around warily. What it over? Gavyn appeared to be holding the white angel in an embrace, and it seemed his mere presence and act had merited some sort of reaction. He sighed, as he found one of his swords, and knelt to retrieve it. A voice rang out though in front of him, stating simply, "No," and Sevral watched as Gavyn was flung back. The man winced as he watched the gryphon land in a less than graceful manner, then push himself to stand and move back towards the girl, though his steps were faulty, a limp.

Back to the slightly less important task, Sevral had picked up his sword. He frowned at the weapon, somehow the fabric had unwoven itself around the upper half of the hilt. It was now dangling from the metal fastener that kept the crosspiece in position. Without thinking, the man had picked it up here, gripping entirely the cold, wet steel. It wasn't until he went to open his hand that he found the sudden freezing again that accompanied the angel's outburst had stuck the sword to his skin. The man rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh of annoyance. At least the hellish blizzard had yet to start back up again. The man seemed to become completely distracted as he looked at his hand, bound to the intricately carved sword. "Great," he mumbled to himself as he began breathing on his fingers, hoping to melt the icy grip and dislodge them, though to no avail. He could go for his second sword, which still impaled the middle of the room a few feet ahead of him, but for now he'd play it safe.

Music. Is that what he was hearing now? He looked at Gavyn who had produced his fiddle, and he raised an eyebrow in question. The man was playing, but it seemed to be working. His gaze drifted back to what was Ocenia, the girl seeming to fade back into normality. He watched in amazement as she underwent her transformation back into the princess, her hair becoming shorter, the wings folding up, and her eyes returning to their blue-green color. She then produced her own flute, the beautiful instrument from earlier and played with the man. Sevral truly had no idea what was happening, but he didn't care. He then witnessed her magic, how she healed the man upon completion of both their playing. He couldn't help but smile.

“I’m sorry…” Those were her only words as she looked out at everyone around the room. Sevral nodded to no one in particular, then returned to prying his fingers from the steel. He'd get back to the matter of being angry with the somehow undone fabric some other time.

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Keyra's wing was burning, stabbing, a kind of pain that she hadn't felt before. It was almost unbearable, of course, having her wing broken was not something she had done often. Sevral had pulled her up to him, but as he held her it was not much longer before he lost her. Due to a heavily iced chair flying through the air, their connection was broken and she tossed away with a heavy shout of pain as the chair just barely brushed her broken wing. The chair continued to take Sevral out, slamming into him and tossing him from her.

Keyra landed hard, the rushing air sliding her across the ice. Unable to get a hold on anything, and her dagger of no use at all, she struggled to stay in one spot while trying not to move her injured wing. A strong hand gripped her shoulder moments after and she found herself hauled upwards into another embrace and she was startled to see that it was Yo'Von who held her. Leaning down, he told her to avoid her gaze and not to get in front of him. She barely nodded and turned her head downwards before he had started casting his magic.

The same electric blue light that she'd seen earlier on the deck came forth, except it was in a much larger amount than it had been when she saw it. Everything came to a stand still then.

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Gavyn watched the smooth transformation of Ocenia from that of the Vall she was to the human he had known her as from the beginning. A sense of relief passed through him; he had the Vall's trust. He would be hard pressed to break such a thing and made a mental note to speak with the young woman at their next stop. He had formulated a plan, a short-term one to be certain, but he was still learning the basics of using his mind over his heart and it truly was far more difficult than it looked. It wasn't until he had seen the familiar sight of the princess' eyes did he truly relax, even enjoying her added harmony to his short piece of promise. Where she had gotten a flute of silver, he doubted he would ever know, so common place were wooden ones from his home. Perhaps he would ask where she had found it and procure one for himself that he may gift it.

He stifled the chuckle, only to remember his rib in it's condition. There was little time to think on it when Ocenia stepped forward suddenly, a glow emanating from her hands. The young man attempted to take a step back, but had chosen the incorrect leg to do so and ended up still as she ran her magically infused hand over the wounds he had obtained. The vanity wounds seemed to disperse first, the skin on his face and arms closing and mending together, the painful scrape upon his cheekbone a mere memory. The feeling of the ligaments straightening and strengthening in his knee was a sensation he wasn't prepared for, the tingle tickling him and forcing a small laugh from him, the wince a reminder again of his rib. Of course, Ocenia was not to be deterred and his chest too was fully mended. The Gryphon began his breathing exercise, sensing his body's being, and finding everything had been healed, even the adrenaline in his body had been calmed by her touch. "Ach, if'n ye canna mend garment wit'out thread an' needle, ye'd ne'er wan' fer nothin'," he teased lightly at the tears in his clothing before his gaze too went to the others of the party.

A physical wince graced his features as he looked at the collection of them, battered, bruised, and broken. It was Keyra's wing that caused him the most empathic pain, knowing the fragility of a bird's wing and that mending it in a traditional way would not only be painful for the Vall, but dangerous for any who attempted to get too close to assist her. Still, Ocenia's magic had helped him, it would probably do wonders for the others as well. The frail voice broke through his thoughts and he moved beside her, gripping her shoulder and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. The gesture was small, but it's meaning was true. 'It wasn't your fault, this could have happened to anyone, what's done is done, we can get past this.' How often did his father use such phrases when dealing with the rebellious youth? Not nearly as much as 'Let's not tell your mother.' but enough as it were.

His hand moved to her hair and he gave it a playful ruffle as he moved over to Sevral to see how he had faired, as it was clear Keyra and Von would need the most assistance Ocenia could offer by way of magic. "Tis no' so bad, lass. We'd 'ave far worse if'n mead t'were 'volved. All t'will be rig't as rain wit'in th' week, ye'll see," he said, throwing a smile and wink at her behind him before stepping to the smaller man to see his predicament. He watched for a short while before shaking his head and heeding the Captain's suggestion. He'd cast a brilliant smile as Rioma entered the room, crossing one hand over his chest and bowing to her all the same. "Come on 'en, Mouse. Be 'elpin' ye ta th' deck, all ye. Be willin' ta show ye 'ow ta remove yer 'and quick as a colt shoots fro' it's mam." It might be a tad bit painful, but if done correctly, Sevral would at least be able to keep all his skin on his hand.

"Oi, Cap'. Af'er ye stop yer bleedin' an' w'at no', ya need ta tell yer princess I cannae 'elp. Tis true, I'm t'inkin' ta 'ave me 'ands full wit' watchin' fer Ocen'a. Me apologies," he said, trying to look serious, but failing at it. They had just avoided certain death, he couldn't be anything but pleased and joyful. Not that his companions in such a state of pain pleased him, but he had no doubts they would be looked to by Ocenia and her mastery of the magical forces. He didn't understand limitations of it, the give and take, all he knew was what he felt instinctively, and as such, believed a bit of rainwater and the skilled girl would be cause for all to be fine.

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The blizzard and ceased finally, and the agonizing pull of her broken wing was stopped as well. The limb pulsed dully, the feeling going all through her shoulder and back.This left her dizzy and her vision swayed, making it difficult to focus. It was hard to stay standing as well, but Yo'Von kept her up on her feet after getting her up. He had caught her after she'd slipped away from Sevral, this much she was grateful for. If he hadn't she wasn't sure where she would have ended up. The possibility of breaking the other wing was high as well, so the protection of the larger Captain was much appreciated. Keyra could feel a warm liquid on her fingers as she was held against him, but before she could pull back to see what it was, he coiled over her once more and she heard something crash into him.

Yo'Von had protected her once again and she felt terrible for it because of his being injured in the process. If only she hadn't allowed herself to get dragged around and then for something to break her wing. Things might have been different. The Vall made a solemn vow then to be more careful in the future. Her being in tip-top shape would make the difference of everything in her endevour to help protect the companions that she found herself with.

The Princess' voice then returned to normal and the woman uttered a soft apology that echoed her sorrow. Keyra leaned away from Yo'Von but the movement only made her wince as it jarred her wing. She looked to Ocenia, but couldn't really focus on the girls face. However, she could tell that the woman was truly sorry. The Vall wanted to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that no one was gravely injured, but she couldn't find her voice at the moment, her mind fuzzy by the shattered limb.

"Are you alright to move?" It was Yo'Von's voice that called to her, trying to gain her attention. Keyra looked up to him, unable to really register what he'd said to her. Of course, she didn't have time to answer as Rioma came bursting into the room, pretty much shattering the rest of the door that Gavyn had punched a hole through. Keyra took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the conversation, something about the ice stopping and being taken care of. Other than that, she couldn't follow it.

Never having broken her wing before, the experience was entirely knew to her and she found it more difficult than anything to get over. She'd accidentally stabbed herself once before when she was young, fallen and knocked unconscious, any other injury possible, except for a broken bone of any sort. Keyra had the terrible thought that this probably wouldn't be the last time she broke something on this little adventure. Her hand reached up slowly and gripped her right shoulder, the pain from her broken wing pulsing down through that arm. She looked around the room and spotted her sword buried in a bookshelf far from where she'd left it last.

Her chest contracted as she realized that it had probably been her own weapon that had tore through her wing and broken it, though she couldn't see the size of the injury to tell for sure. It sure as hell felt like her weapon could have done it. She ran her gaze over everyone then, starting with Yo'Von. He looked to be injured, probably more so than herself, Gavyn looked fine as did Ocenia and kneeling on the floor was Sevral who was intently trying to pry his hand from his sword hilt. Keyra vaguely wondered what had happened to him and how he'd gotten his hand stuck, but the thought didn't linger long enough to be coherent.

So far, standing still was bearable, but when they started to leave the room one by one to go up on deck as the Captain had ordered, her movement was the worst thing possible. Two steps in to walking to the door, her wing tip dragged along the floor which pulled at the rest of it. This caused Keyra to stumble in blind pain, her stomach twisting in a sickening knot and her head to swim making impossible to stay standing. To add to it, instinct still ran deep and as she stumbled, her other wing shot out to try to catch her fall, every muscle tensing. However, having never been out a wing before, she didn't know how to use just one rather than both and ended up crashing to the floor with her vision swimming in and out of darkness.

"How... pathetic," she breathed softly to herself before her eyes closed completely in a sweet slumber of painless bliss.

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The princess tore her gaze away from her injured companions when she felt a reassuring weight on her shoulder. Realizing it was Gavyn, Ocenia realized that he would always be there at her side, but for now everything seemed far from fine. His hand fell away only to reach up a little higher and ruffle her dark locks. It was everything she could do not to smile at him in this solemn moment. How was it that this man was able to bring her to a lightened mood when everything seemed lost? Lost… her thoughts shifted from his reassurance to the dream she had had before waking to the blizzard of blood.

Fear swelled in her chest as the dream’s fog started to take her mind once more, but when Yo’Von’s strong voice cleared the room with an order she shook her head. This was not the time to revisit such unstable memories and emotions when people were injured. Injured panic rose in her chest as she turned her ocean-green eyes back to Keyra who had collapsed within the time Ocenia had been distracted. This was my fault… all my fault. I should have told Von to send me home when I ran into him. He should not have let me stay on the ship when I’m so unstable. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away, now was not the time to cry. Her steps echoed that of Sevral’s as she reached the fallen angel in record time. “Don’t move her,” she raised a hand to the swordsman when he tried to lift Keyra to her feet. “You’ll cause her wing even more pain,” a glare was shot toward the captain for even attempting to get the woman to move above deck in her condition.

The water in the room had soaked into the carpet, but Ocenia should have had just enough to draw into the wound and heal the bones, tissue, and tendons. Not entirely sure if the Vall would hear her, the young woman leaned forward. “This may hurt a little. Bones, even with magic, don’t heal very easily. My apologies,” her eyes saddened as she took in the Vall’s state once more. Her wing had been torn through by a clean cut, though the break had worsened after the tussle in the blizzard’s wind. Calling upon her inner magic, the princess felt the water slither on the carpet and reach out to her hands. Each droplet swirled around her hand until it formed a very large bubble of crystal clear water. Her hands began to brighten with a white hue as she pressed it into the angel’s broken wing. Crack, the sound of bones started to crackle as they twisted back into their proper positions. The princess could feel every muscle tense and relax as they bounded together and replaced the right tissues, nerves, and bones back their proper states. The blood began to whiten as the wings formed back over the once gruesome injure.

“There…” her voice came out softly as she lifted her long lashes to stare at Sevral. “You can move her now.” Then she turned her attention back to Von. “I can…” she lifted her hands up that were still swirling with her magical water, “help you too, Captain.” She kept it formal, she did not deserve to call Von by his name after causing him and his crew so much pain. It had not even registered to her yet that Gavyn did not know she was the princess, or that Von had requested the larger man’s help to protect her. Her focus instead was fully on the blood flowing from Von’s injuries and staining his already crimson carpet a darker shade of red.

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Her dark bliss hadn't lasted long, she had heard Sevral come and kneel next to her. Which told her that she'd only blacked out for a short while, a couple of minutes at most. A sharp burn coursed through her shoulder as she felt the man try to get her up against him, which he succeeded in doing.

"Shall I escort my fallen angel above deck?"

She would have smiled at him and possibly even replied had her throat not been closed from the pain. She was about to give him a short nod that he could assist her in getting back to her feet and up to the deck. Afterwards she was going to have to do something about the broken bone and deep cut, though there was no way she could ever reach it on her own.

“Don’t move her, you’ll cause her wing even more pain,” it was Ocenia's voice that came beside her. Keyra turned her head slightly to just barely glance at the girl who also knelt down next to them. Keyra leaned heavily on Sevral as the Princess came near and spoke again to her, “This may hurt a little. Bones, even with magic, don’t heal very easily. My apologies.”

Keyra's jaw tightened, she figured as much but it had been a small hope that she wouldn't feel a thing while having her wing repaired. She nodded to the Princess, though she wasn't sure if Ocenia saw or not. The Vall didn't realize she was holding onto Sevral until Ocenia touched her wing with her water covered hands. Keyra's fingers tightened around him as pin-pricks of pain coursed through her shoulder, the limb of her wing and shoulder blade. With her eyes closed tight and her jaw clenched, she breathed heavily through her nose as she fought off the discomfort.

However, that resolve didn't last long as her wing suddenly shifted, a loud crack resounding in the air as the bones re-adjusted themselves and snapped together. Keyra had never felt anything like it before and it felt worse than having had the wing broken. As the limb pulled together, Keyra's hands tightened on Sevral and she let out a scream of pain just as she buried her face in his chest. The loud sound was then replaced by softer sounds of the ligaments finishing repairing, popping as it went in the most uncomfortable way.

The process was only a few seconds long, but to her it felt like hours of repair. The sounds alone made her cringe even as the pain came and went with the final steps of the healing. Finally, when everything had been pulled, twisted and locked back together, Keyra relaxed her grip on Sevral, a slight blush creeping onto her face as she knelt there. Her breath was short and unsteady from the experience. She didn't move from where she had buried her face against the swordsman. Afraid to look up at anyone in the state that she was in. The Vall gave a little bit of a nod to Ocenia as she heard the Princess' voice confirming that she was finished healing her wing.

For a long moment she just knelt there with Sevral, getting her breathing under control. The next step that made her slightly nervous was to stretch the wing to see if any pain still remained. There was a dull ache, a reminder of the once broken limb, but nothing that she couldn't handle from then on. So, a few minutes after she'd settled, she slowly stretched out both of her wings, testing them. Nothing serious happened aside from the broken wing giving a slight pop from tension between the joints. The release actual felt good, and she stretched them further. Keyra lifted them upwards, tilted them and turned them, testing every angle. The last thing she did before leaning away from Sevral was pull her wings forward and enclose herself and him for just a few seconds before returning them to the resting position across her back.

"Thank you," she said to Ocenia as she leaned backwards then and sighed heavily, opening her eyes to look up at the ceiling. Turning her gaze downward she looked at Sevral and gave him a small slightly embarrassed smile.

"Still wish to escort me?" she said half in a teasing manner, the other half serious about the question.

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Chapter 1 Herth
The discovery of Madness


And so our hero's met with validation and tribulation on this day, but in the act came the hope of a strong bond between strangers. The stalwart gryphon who would make the best of enjoyment among his peers while seeking knowledge of one close to him.
The shy but true swordsman who was but a vision of his trade in the craftsmanship of his blades. Who despite being reserved of mind and body towards the whole of the group has yet to realize his great purpose within their quest. Beside them both stood the Vall who not only sought truth, but also justice for a past tragedy. She would either raise herself high on her own wings or should she look, she would find just support within her new found allies.
The half-blood Princess would be one of great value for them, however her inner power would seem to possess a far more abrasive character then she could hope to contain. If she means to conquer this obstacle and add her strength with her comrades then she must look deep within for enough to conquer herself.

And behind them stands their Captain, who in his mind and perceive the trials ahead only slightly. He would give his life for any of his crew and those aboard his ship just to ease the passing of the day for one more fortunate.
Despite the fact however that he cannot shake ill feelings about such a endeavor and can only bear so much more personal torment upon his heart. His own emotions and feelings could very well prove to be his own undoing among the group, But for that only time can tell.



The group had been shaken slightly thanks to the uprising of some strange force that dwells somewhere deep within Ocenia. This in turn has cause some light but coarse talk to circulate the ship among most of the newer crew, causing hushed voice to coincide with her departure. The group had managed to meet above deck once more while their Captain had gone down below to fetch himself something undamaged to wear.
The crew still worked to clear away small shills of ice that firmly latched onto the lines and beams that supported most everything else. It was long before everyone was healed that the propellers for this ship had been restored and Izzy did her little chirping dance below deck as the rest of the gears began to turn once more.

Ocenia's magic was to thank for the recovery of the group, Von in his stern belief was rather reluctant to accept her help but in the end he buckled in front of her tenacity. While Rioma had returned to manning the wheel Von returned up on deck with his new tunic and had rearmed himself in thought of the rest of the trip. It was good that they moved now because he didn't not like to linger too long around the barrier of the rift. He waves his hand giving Rioma the order to speed the way into the ominous mass and signals at the rest of the remaining crew deck to return to their stations.

"The ice will melt on its own." His words carried a new weight as he spoke and he began to mull something around in his mouth like a cow chewing continuously and frankly something was amiss about Von. Ever since his display down in his quarters he hasn't carried himself the right way and it seemed that whatever was affecting him was somehow out of Ocenia's magical range to cure.
The Rift was closing now and as the ship made contact with the outer shell of its dark roiling mass there was a small swaying shift on board the ship. As if the vessel were pushing its way into a large mass of molding gel, getting little resistance but still pushing something aside all the same. Then as the whole of the ship becomes engulfed inside the wall of the Rift all the world goes dark and no one can say for certain what is in front of their faces.

But as soon as the strange vision started it was over in a flash as the outer wall of the Rift was breached and the ship finally crossed the threshold. The Wind Mire had breached into the Rift at a much higher altitude then the civilian vessels would normally try for and all who stood upon the ships deck could see the awe inspiring sights up this so called unfinished world. The sky was ablaze with a constant warm and tempered amber light while below them was awash with a sea of amethyst clouds. If would could stare long enough they could actually make out the energies that Von spoke of earlier, small transparent clouds of purple miasma adrift in the wind.
Rioma became tense as she leaned up on the wheel taking care to keep a watchful eye on anything out of the ordinary.

Von approached her and lays a hand on her shoulder sharing a strange gaze between the two as she leaves the wheel and he takes her place. With that she begins to walk forward of the ship and heads to speak with her fellow crewman. Von on the other hand takes hand and turns the wheel sharply, steering towards starboard.
"We can make it to Herth much faster and safer this way." He lays his hand on a lever sticking out of a pedestal that juts out of the deck next to the wheel and as he pushed it forward it was obvious that this controlled the ships speed. "We will have to navigate a rather narrow but it has become second nature for me and my crew."

The ship sped past and through several small banks of clouds until Von made it climb over a large mass dead in their path and in doing so he allowed his companions to see something that not many got to.
Amidst the floating masses of clouds drifting large sections of land and rocks, many with large bluish hued crystals stabbing out of them like a piercing sword. It was common knowledge that these crystal were what gave these things the power to drift but it was only known to few how they did so. Von maneuvered the ship in between two rather large mountains that slightly shifted from side to side as one matched the other in every motion.

Von points off towards the left mountains inland area and shows the group that a structure actually stood on its peak.

"Right there is an outpost.. They where common place during the war but now they just sit and fall to decay."
And as he pointed something broke into the direction of his gesture.
It was a small floating creature very akin to that of a fish, in fact if it were not for the off coloration of its body one could mistake it for a minnow. The little fish had gills and fins like such a creature but its body was a sharp blue neon color, giving off a light glow as it swam along through the air along side the ship. Not long after it appeared several others showed up and swam alongside of it as it did the same to the ship.

"Ah.." Von said with a type of adulation in his voice "Those are called pilot fish.. You see them primarily in the Rift but they can sometimes cross over into other realms for short periods of time."
He gives the ship another turn, pointing it towards an object in the distance which was in Von's knowledge their destination. A large circular swirl of clouds far into the distance that was a signification of the exit out to Herth.

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At first Ocenia thought that Von would not allow her magic to help him in his own time of pain. If he had refused she would have never let herself down for being the cause of injury to a man that was so great to her back at the palace of Ophidia. At that time he had not only been a mentor to her but a great friend as well. When she was worried, sad, or happy she would speak with him about his journeys through the rift to the other planets on official duty. Now that friend was hurt because of her own lack in control. Within a few hesitant moments, the girl thought her captain to refuse her power and help, but instead his features softened slowly as he knelt down beside her to accept the magic she offered. In a matter of seconds his injuries were as clean and new as Keyra’s and Gavyn’s injuries.

A small wash of happiness filled the half-breed’s eyes as she relaxed as the ease of pain erased itself from Von’s face. She then stood from the red carpet and followed the others out the door toward the deck as instructed. From there they would all witness the rift as the ship made its way through toward Herth. It was still at this point that the princess realized that she did not know what mission the crew were currently embarked upon, but by the stern looks everyone had it was high in importance.

Once on deck Ocenia took a look around at the damage her powers had done to the wood of the Wind Mire. Her heart dropped in her chest until she saw the thicker layers of ice melt away. It was then that she spotted the others who had already made their way to the deck while she worked with the captain’s injuries. A small smile played across her lips to see that even with her power losing control everyone was alright. She spotted Keyra and Sevral first. Then she spotted the gryphon and paused, if it had not been for him and his fiddle she would have still been trapped in an unstable state of mind. She lightly walked above the wood until she leaned over the railing of the ship to look down at the clouds below, it wouldn’t be long before the ship slipped through the outer-shell of the rift and into the meat of the legends she heard so much about.

Von returned to the deck in a new tunic, but the princess did not turn around as he spoke to the others about the rift. Instead she stared out at the dark mass with new found interest due to the friend lurking in her dreams. Through her eyes the silver-eyed man watched his home closely as they neared it. It was a new experience for both of them, he had never taken sight of his home from an outside host, but today he could. Her power allowed him to stay dormant without detection, and if her vall form was able to stay calm she could also protect him from detection. The two of them watched as the ship ripped through the main shell and were greeted by the new unfinished world.

Ocenia found the world’s beauty just as quickly as her hidden inhabitance. The glow from the light was warm and airy, more so than the legends she had heard of. The clouds below were beautiful, even the miasma that mingled among the clouds and air were welcoming. Ocenia knew though that these little forms of energy were not as welcoming as they appeared, and as a precaution to keep herself out of harms way she kept a close eye on the almost clear miasma. Her attention was then caught by a neon-blue creature that looked like the minnows she saw in the lakes of Ophidia. Her smile brightened and anyone would think she was glowing with happiness. Her favorite pass time happened to be swimming with the fish back home while she thought. As much as she wanted to swim with these fish, she knew it was almost impossible without tapping into her vall nature and flying with them instead.

Beautiful, is it not? a deep echo rumbled through the woman’s head. A beauty untouched by man… untamed by vall. Her eyes, for a split second, misted over with a silver hue as she glanced around at the amethyst clouds and mountains as they passed. Whoever had spoken to her was right, the world was untouched by the buildings of man and untamed by the vall. Though the worlds it connected were known as Ophidia: realm of order, Konclave: world of balance, and Herth: realm of chaos, this unfinished realm was nothing but pure nature at its best. The fish were free, untouched even by the best of fishermen and the skies were only known to the skyships that dared sail in their mists. It was fear that kept the world safe, but something not only threatened the worlds but also threatened the rift as well. But unlike the others, Ocenia was oblivious to what mission they were all embarking on, and as far as she knew their next destination might land her on another sky ship home.

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Gavyn watched as Keyra was put through the excruciating pain of the mending of her wing. Her cringed in empathy for the Vall, hoping that the pain would not last for too long. His gaze shifted to that of Sevral and he winced again, imagining how he must have felt being the one that she was clinging to in the matter. Gods help him if she took his hand; he would need healing of his own afterwards. Soon, however, it was over, and carefully, she began to test her newly healed wing, even going so far as to set a private encasing for herself and the sword smith within them. A grin crossed the young man's features as he caught the words that passed between them, his features turning wickedly mischievous for a moment before stepping beside his friend and gripping his shoulder tightly. "A'fore 'at, lass, me mate needs me 'elp. T'will take bu' a shake," he assured as he gripped Sevral's shoulder and tugged him to a corner of the room.

Once they were secluded, he turned his attention from the beautiful Vall and focused on Sevral, flicking him in the ear. "Ye dolt. I know ya care, bu' ye doona go ta car'y th' lass wit' a sword 'ttached ta yer 'and. Be askin' fer troub'e, ye are. Now, 'old still, yeah?" he said, taking a hold of the hand that was still quite stuck to the sword. He clasped his hands around that of his friend, rubbing them quickly to formulate a bit of friction to warm the skin. Down he went to his knees, having an easier time working from below than above as he blew warm air between the hands and continued rubbing. When he could feel a bit of condensation on his own skin, he looked up and gave Sevral a smile. "On th' count o' eig't. One," he began as he gripped the sword in one hand, the other turning to hold Sevral's wrist. Without another word, he pulled the sword free from the sword smith's hand, only nicking himself a little on the blade. Holding it flat in his hand, he felt its weight before offering it back properly. "'sa good sword, mate. Ye've go' talent, ye do. If'n yer e'er lookin' fer work, ye'll tell me, aye?" he said, turning again to view Keyra, waiting for her escort.

"Ach! Sorry, lass! 'ere be yer lad. Good's new, bu' ye may wan' ta wrap 'is 'and, in case," he called in mention, knowing that the skin would be red and irritated, only a small bit from the pads of his palm torn from his hand. He smiled at the two of them, pleased that he could encourage such a budding romance between the two. Seeing Ocenia busy healing Von, Gavyn took the steps two at a time and made his entrance onto the deck, breathing deep the air. The song of the rift was as loud as ever as he began to walk idly up to the bow of the ship. Soon, everyone had made their way above deck as the Wind Mire passed through the barrier and entered into the new world, the Rift. The soft singing suddenly screamed within the Gryphon's head, staggering him slightly as he grew accustomed to the voices and sounds of this new place. What was once muffled beneath a deck now spread in full force, providing a soundtrack to the sights before him. He could only stare in mesmerized awe at the absolute beauty of the land, his feet pulling him closer to the rail until he gripped the wood tightly, his knuckles whitening. He wanted nothing more than to jump from the ship, to be free to traverse this land. No, that's not what he wanted. The song, the promises... but it was so tempting.

Von's voice rose loudly above the formless voices he heard and Gavyn turned to see the sight of the outpost, curious as to who had manned the building and wishing to hear them recount tales. His eyes then fell to the pilot fish, watching as they swam through the air as skillfully as any bird may be able. Taking hold of a secured rigging, the young man stood upon the rail, leaning out as the ship sailed on. He reached his hand out, the only thing stopping him from toppling was his strong grip upon the rigging. His fingertips brushed out toward the school, just short of touching one, but close enough to feel the cold heat radiating from it's body. "Wondrous," he whispered to himself, staying in his precarious position. "Be wonderin' w'at ye'd taste like?" he mused aloud as he watched them flit about the sky. He turned his body on the sight to climb up into the rigging, positioning himself there before viewing it all again.

From the new height, he could take in the full view of the fish as they moved as one through the sky. In the distance, he could also view a second break in the world, similar to the one they had passed upon entering. While he could not understand the language of the voices, he understood their meaning. They wished him stay, bid him to join the world. But a song far stronger could be felt in his heart. Home. He was going home for the time being. He clung to the rigging tighter, keeping his gaze on the opening to Herth. "Ocen'a," he called, never taking his eyes from the sight before him. "W'en th' boat tis docked, ye an' me, we're ta be talkin' lass." His grip softened a bit for a moment, as did his expression, though it was hidden. "No' fer bad, jus' fer talk," he promised, keeping his gaze forward and drowning the voices with the thoughts of his home.

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Sevral was slightly taken aback by Ocenia's words of warning to not move Keyra as he was attempted to aid her. He ceased immediately and allowed her to preform whatever healing magic it was on the Vall's wings. He watched in amazement as it mended, though winced inwardly as Keyra clung to him in obvious pain from the process. It ended fairly quickly it seemed and he smiled as she tested the fix, flexing them before wrapping them around both himself and her own self. Her presence was one thing and he couldn't help but smile like a fool with a red face as she clung to him, the fact that they then got a moment of somewhat privacy was pushing the man to his limits, his attention purely on the girl. He didn't notice as Gavyn approached.

Sevral felt the Gryphon's iron grip on his shoulder and couldn't help but be tugged away into a corner. He wasn't sure what the man had in mind and jerked back suddenly as he received a flick to the ear which probably wouldn't have hurt as much had it not been from someone like Gavyn. He knew he probably didn't mean it to be that hard, but with the strength he possessed... Sevral put a hand to his ear in as if it would stop the sudden stinging as the man continued speaking, Sevral simply looking at him with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. He was going to say something in response to the prior action, however Gavyn cut him off. "Ye dolt. I know ya care, bu' ye doona go ta car'y th' lass wit' a sword 'ttached ta yer 'and. Be askin' fer troub'e, ye are. Now, 'old still, yeah?"


Sevral nodded somewhat embarrassed, he knew this true but he'd still try... Suddenly Gavyn had begun to work on his hand. Sevral looked at him sideways, curious as to how exactly he planned to remove the sword. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was somewhat frightened. One the count of eight? That's a bit odd to count to... he thought to himself. Perhaps five was just a bit overdone, cliche? Sevral ran this over for a moment as Gavyn readied himself, beginning to count.

"Wait," said Sevral, "I don't thi---" Gavyn had gotten to one and thus Sevral assumed he was safe for now and was not at all ready as the man tore the sword from the icy grip that held the weapon to his skin. He let out half a cry before managing to suppress what was left, dropping to his knees as he clung to his hand. His palm was a vibrant red and stung like nothing he'd ever felt, a few patches of missing skin. Clenching his hand into a fist he bit his tongue as he waited for the sudden pain to cease. "Good--Son of a!" Sevral looked at the man, completely ignoring the compliment he had made on his sword. "OW!!!" he screamed, "I thought you said eight!!"

Sevral shook his head and took a few moments to regather himself before taking the sword back. He'd fix the wrappings later he assured himself as he resheathed the weapon. Looking at his hand and holding it in his other he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed at Gavyn's methods. He knew however it may have been worse if he'd of told the truth, and reaching seven Sevral would've been ready to pull away. He'd expected as much and after he managed to recompose himself he went back to Keyra who questioned him on whether he still wanted to escort her. Taking a moment to contemplate this, mostly to mess with her, he finally nodded and held out an arm for her to take. "It would be my honor," he said finally.

Up on the deck the view was spectacular. He'd never seen the rift up close, let alone been inside of it. His mouth dropped in awe as he took in the sights, the large floating clouds of some odd material he was unfamiliar with, the mountains with an outpost stationed on it and... Fish? Interesting. Sevral barely listened as Von gave a brief lecture and explanation on all that they saw, himself wandering now towards the wooden rail, forgetting for just a moment that he was still leading Keyra. He took a moment to look at the girl as if to compare her to the wondrous beauty he found within the rift. The rift was magnificent yes but it was no comparison, not to him at least. Suddenly though he pulled his gaze away, not wanting to end up staring at her and somewhat shocked at how easily he blushed. Turning his attention to the fish he couldn't help but feel the need to try to get to one. They looked like so much fun to ride or catch, it really was tempting. Smiling somewhat mischievously, Sevral watched the creatures swim through the air next to them. So... soo tempting, he thought.

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Keyra watched as Gavyn took the swordsman off to the side and did something with is hand and sword. She then realized that Sevral's weapon had been frozen to his hand and she bit her lip as she watched the large Vall rip the hilt off his unprotected hand. Thoughts of getting him gloves for future use of his weapons came to her mind and she made a mental note to look for such if they ever came to a busy town or port.

Sevral was then returned to her, Gavyn smiling at her and saying, "Ach! Sorry, lass! 'ere be yer lad. Good's new, bu' ye may wan' ta wrap 'is 'and, in case." She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling up at him, but nodded instead at the suggestion. She would wrap it and she knew just what to put around the red skin to increase the healing process. The swordsman leaned down and offered his arm to her, which she took and allowed him to lead her up to the deck where everyone else was at.

Listening to Yo'Von's speech, she had turned her attention to the beauty of the rift around them. It wasn't often that she'd seen the rift, mostly being cooped up below deck because the ship Captain feared too much the magic that surrounded the rift. Her eyes lifted to the outpost that he spoke of, mentally taking note of that. She remembered his words about the magic below them, the swirling mass of darkness that could change people if it were allowed to. A slight shudder passed over her. However, she trusted the Captain and his ability as he steered the ship gracefully through the hanging rock cliffs.

Next to the ship, the creatures of the rift began to stir. The fish that swam through the magic bounded all around the ship, their colors brilliant and pleasing to the eye. She'd never seen such shades of colors as she watched them twist and somersault around the vessel. Keyra smiled at the display even as she felt herself slowly sinking into a very sleepy state. The Vall couldn't remember the last time that she'd gotten a good nights rest, and she certainly hadn't slept when they had been prompted to sleep by Yo'Von when they first came to the ship.

With her wing newly repaired, her energy gone from the fight with Ocenia's super power, the only thing she could really think of was her bed. However, first, she had to wrap Sevral's hand. Reaching into her pouch she pulled out the sweet flowers that she'd given to him earlier and got his attention.

"Sevral, take these, they will ease whatever discomfort you're feeling in your hand," she told him as she handed them to him. Then she dug into her pouch once more. There was a small plant in there that she knew would help heal the torn skin. A small green leaf was produced in the palm of her hand. She brought it to her lips and bit it open. The fuzzy leaf began to ooze a clear, thick, liquid that tasted dry and bitter on her tongue. She made a slight face from the taste, but didn't do anything else. Keyra took his hand and rubbed the liquid all around his palm.

Unfortunately, she didn't have anything to wrap his hand with so the best she could do was let the sticky liquid dry on his hand. Turning her head upwards, she smiled up at him and patted his hand, "There. It'll be healed in no time."

With a soft sigh, she stifled a yawn that threatened to take her and she stepped away from him. Keyra looked towards the stairs that led to the lower deck and where her quarters were. As much as she wanted to see the rest of the Rift and the ending part of the trip to Herth, her body and eyes weren't going to let her do that. Her mind made up, she looked back to Sevral.

"I'm going to rest. I'm sorry I cannot stay awake any longer. Would you wake me when we get to Herth if I'm not awake already," she said. The Vall then started towards the stairs and made her way below deck. She remembered that her weapon was in the Captains quarters, but she was far too tired to go and retrieve it. Besides, it was buried in the bookshelf and she wasn't nearly strong enough to get it out at the moment. Instead, she opened the door to her room and went straight to the cot there. The moment she lay down, she was asleep on her back. One arm up over her head, the other across her stomach. Keyra hadn't even bothered to remove any of her gold armor or belt.

With her sleep came her dreams, dreams that she hadn't had in years. Perhaps it was the Rift that caused it for she'd never slept through a Rift travel before. Not long after she'd fallen asleep she tossed around slightly from the dreams of her past.

"Momma!" she called, her high pitched childish voice carrying far across the open expanse. She ran with her arms held up over her head with a huge smile on her very young face. The child resembled Keyra in every aspect except her wings were much smaller, her hair nearly black in color with slight hints of blue and her purple eyes much lighter in color. A tall woman with brilliant white wings turned to face the child that was Keyra. Her blue hair was long, much longer than her daughters and her blue eyes were deeper than the sky. The woman was very much a Vall, aside from the wings, she also had feathers at the base of her neck, on her shoulders and around her wrists and ankles. To add to it, the wings were much larger than Keyra's and the woman could actually sustain flight whereas Keyra could only make herself lighter in body weight.

"Keyra, my love what is it?" The woman asked with a laugh.

"Look what I found!" The child replied then dug into her pockets for whatever trinket it was that she found. She then showed it to her mother who took the bright purple flower and lifted it to the sunlit sky.

"It's beautiful, just like you, my love. Do you know what this flower also is?"

The child-Keyra turned a puzzled face to her mother and cocked her head off to the side, eyes wide with interest.

"This flower eases pains, my love. If you eat it, than any ache or pain you have will go away."

"Wow!" Child-Keyra exclaimed in her high pitched voice.

***

"Keyra," the deep voice called her and she answered. A still younger version of herself walked into the firelight of their camp. She sat and looked across the crackling flames to the man who had called her. His light colored eyes and hair were very human like. His face was chiseled, a sharp square like jaw and thick neck muscles led into his broad shoulders and well toned arms.

"You called, Father?"

"I did," his stony expression broke and he smiled at her, "You're going to have a sibling, Keyra."

Deep purple eyes widened as she looked at her father from across the fire. The shock soon faded into happiness and she too smiled brightly at him. Leaping across the fire, she embraced him, letting his strong and warm grip lift her off the ground as he stood and spun her around once. "Dadda, that's amazing!" she said, using the informal term like she had when she was a child. His deep chuckle reverberated in her chest. He let her go then and smiled down at her, his human features caught sharply in the firelight.

"When you come back from your trip to the city, you will have a sibling," then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Pray it's a boy."

Keyra laughed as she nodded.

***

She came to dizzy, her heart slamming in her chest. The world around her spun wildly as she tried to regain her consciousness. Only having been out for a few moments, things were still completely different around her. A petrified scream erupted in the fiery haze of smoke and a setting sun. The orange rays only accentuated the burning village around her. Keyra tried to lift herself to see who it was that screamed, but by the time she got up into a sitting position, the scream had risen in a sickening, gut wrenching, wail before being cut off suddenly.

Startled, she looked around sharply, trying to see what it was that attacked her home. More importantly, she needed to know where her parents were. Keyra had decided to return to the village early, and once she'd gotten there, the attack had already begun. Something had grabbed her, a sharp burning pulsing around her waist had filled her and the next thing she knew she had been thrown to the ground like a rag-doll.

Slowly, Keyra got to her feet and started towards the lean-to that her father had built. Fortunately, the fires that had been scattered by the attacker hadn't touched the home that she'd lived in for twenty years. She came to a skidding halt next to the lean-to and peered passed the huge drape that her mother had made to act as a doorway. A huge form barreled into her, pushing her out of the lean-to. She crashed to the ground with the huge man on top of her.

"Don't, don't look, my Keyra," the trembling voice whispered in her ear. Her father pulled himself up with her, cradling her against him. His body shook, his breath trembled in and out of his chest as he rocked her. "Why? Why did you come back? You shouldn't have come back," he sobbed at her.

"Mother..."

"Don't, don't go in there, my Keyra. Don't look, you mustn't look."

She too began to shake as his words sunk in, her voice shuddered as she whispered, "Mother."

"You have to go, you have leave. It's not safe here," he told her and crushed her against him as he stood up quickly. Keyra was in a daze as he began running through the burning village. He kept her in his arms, pushing her head down against his shoulder so that she couldn't see much of what was going on. Another scream erupted from the village and Keyra took in a gasping, shaking breath.

"Dadda..."

"Hold onto me, don't look, don't let go," he ordered her. She did as she was told and clung to him like a little child even though she was a grown woman. She felt her father stop sharply, jarring her as he skidded in the dirt. Her heart hammered and she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand. Keyra's breathing shortened as she nearly hyperventilated. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the ground over his shoulder.

"What the hell..." he chocked out but didn't finish the sentence. He whirled around and dropped down, covering her as he knelt there. A second later and his body jerked, a shudder running through him as he clung to her. Over his shoulder, Keyra caught the sight of pitch black, a darkness that wasn't even penetrated by moonlight at night. She couldn't see much after that as she fell down onto her back under the weight of her father as he toppled. A sharp pain pulsed through her side and the entire lower part of her body felt warm and wet.

In shock, she trembled as she tried to move herself to look at her father better. He kept himself up over her, but just barely. He smiled down at her with blood on his lips and chin, "Stay alive."

He fell on her completely then, the heavy body unnaturally still. Keyra froze as she lay there under him, his blood soaking her in the darkness. Her own wound forgotten completely. She didn't even stop to think at what it was that had pierced her while her father had been protecting her. It was a long time that she lay there under him, stone still as if she were in a spell. In fact, she could have very well been under a spell, unable to move or call out. From under him, she could barely see over his shoulder, the dark mass had begun to move, then it disappeared leaving behind a strange feeling all across her skin. Like a residue of some sort that lingered in the air. Keyra couldn't be certain, but she almost thought she'd seen a figure walking in the center of the dark mass.

Only after the sun had long since fallen behind the mountains, the screams in the village long since dead, and the thing that had attacked them long gone, did she find the ability to move. Her voice escaped her first, screaming out in the darkness in sheer terror and anguish. She didn't remember how she got out from under her fathers cold, stiff body, but all she did remember was standing and staring at the fires that still burned, completely covered in blood. One thing ran rampant through her mind and body. Kill the one who took her life from her.

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Von Dranosk

Von kept the keel of the ship straight ahead as the others mulled about the deck in response to their new surroundings. The Rift was definitely a very beautiful place to be, despite the inherent dangers that it presented. Off the side of the ship everyone could see the floating islands of land that made up some of the more interesting aspects of this place and below them the clouds would swirl and temporarily give a glimpse of the non existent world beneath them. Nothing but a swirling void was present and for years now he could think back and remember the days when scholars would search for any trace of land below. Only to find nothing and return with tales of only floating islands, violent storms and tales of horrors from below.

"So.. so tempting"
A voiced phrase coming from the edge of the ship causes Von to tilt his head as his mind questions the source before he turns to see it. His mental response to seeing Sevral near the side of the ship looking on at the dozen or so Pilot fish streaming along with them invoked a very light response from him. He could tell that Sevral was dancing several ideas about somehow acquiring the flying fish for some purpose or another in his mind. Von started to grin as he knew that the only thing that could catch one of the flying fish was in fact another flying fish and that sparked a sharp memory in his mind.

"Sevral.. I don't think you'd want to try anything. The last man I saw try lost his hand to..."
Von's warning couldn't come soon enough as a larger form came storming up over the edge of the ship and ripped into the small pod of fish.
Von looked on with an attentive realization.. "A Barghast.." The name was only slightly definitive to the creature. It was a large dark grey predatory fish that preyed on the smaller life that swam about. Its whole form dominated by small sharp angles of fins going outward and no eyes to speak of save for a large florescent yellow patch in the center of its head. The creature chomped down of the last of the pilot fish it could catch and then swam away with two smaller fish in tow behind it. Those where most likely scavengers of some sort waiting for a chance to find scraps at one time or another.

Von is hit with a small bout of laughter when the large creature flies off and he realizes that Sevral's little inspiration of life and thought are gone. He gives some hearty throws in his laughter as this world barely ceases to amaze him it what it can turn out. But his laughing is cut short as he feels a small catch in the back of his throat and covers his mouth with a hand to staunch his hacking and his hand is hit with the familiar warmth of life flecking against it. He pulls his hand away already knowing what to expect as he see's small red blotches covering his hand.
His face dons a solemn expression as he just left the hand fall to his side and he retrieves a rag from his side pouch, slowly wiping away what had happened. He could only remember the final days that his father lived as the images began to play back in his mind and what it was that ultimately took such a great mans life.

Finally done with cleaning his hand Von grips the wheel once more.. "Alright everyone get ready." as he finishes Rioma begins to ring the bell once more and this time the ringing possess a more equal rhythm with small spacings between strikes. Von presses the lever ever further forward and the ship kicks sharply as it gains in speed.
He knows that the vortex is a nice shortcut into Herth but it will drop them out across a wide area.
The ship begins to enter the vortex as some amount of wind begins to kick up and swirl around the circumference of its form. While the wind was nothing more then a slight bother, it was easy to tell that if Von steered the ship slightly off to either side that the force would most likely topple the ship and spin it in place. But his stance was straight and the hold of the ships position was dead on as the barrier of smoke came into contact with the nose of the ship and within moments the world went dark again. Small kicks to the side of their vessel told them the ship was exiting the outer shell of the Rift.

Then like a massive revelation of faith, the ship and everyone on it were bombarded with bright beams of light as the ship tore its way free.

The realm of Herth sat before them, massive rolling hills and vast mountain ranges played across the horizon as sprawling fields swayed in the breeze down below. This was the southern providence of Herth far on the other side of the Rift from their parliaments walls. Before the sunset the image of the marsh's could be could be seen as the land gave way to a more flat setting with thick forest scattered around. Despite how late it was beginning to get on Herth the air still bit with a small sharp heat that could cause beads of sweat to start to run. The sky was still scattering the light of the last of the suns beams across its sparsely torn clouds.
But the one thing that could be felt the most was the silence, soft and crisp silence that allowed everyone to hear all the small noises of the ship below their feet. It was solemn to behold and the image itself told the story that all would be well tonight.