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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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Entranced by the beauty of the pilot fish, Ocenia leaned even further of the railing to get a better look at the school of colors swimming about below her. Again, she thought of how long it had been since she had last swum with the smaller brethren of these massive fish. Her thoughts lingered on their smooth scales, would they also feel like their tinnier brothers in the lakes of Ophidia or would they be rougher like the predators that lingered in larger water, but what baffled her even more than the feeling the scales might have was how they were able to swim by the airship without wings. They were not in water and it confused her that they were able to glide through the air like the fish back home.

Oceania’s attention was then pulled away from her focus when she heard her name in a heavy accent. She couldn’t help but smile when she realized who had called out her name. Thick green-blue eyes turned and scanned the ship until she found the source she had been looking for, Gavyn. Another smile slipped through raising each side of her rosy lips into a large bright smile that began to fade when he said they needed to talk. Had she done something wrong? No, he assured her that instead it was just a talk, nothing terrible, just a talk. “Alright” She waved her hand over her rusty hair at him, “Soon, we will talk,” she called back. It could have been anything, she told herself. Perhaps he saw something within the Rift that he would like to discuss, or even if she knew who the ‘princess’ everyone was talking about. That was when she remembered Gavyn telling Von that he could not protect the princess because he was already going to protect Ocenia. This brought a new found grin to her lips as she couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. He had no idea who she really was and that made him all the cuter.

Relaxed now that she knew Gavyn was not upset with her; the princess turned her attention to the rift and all the lavender glory it provided. She intently watched the carefree fish swim through the purple and pink clouds. Then she heard a thick swoop of clouds being pushed out of the way as a large dark predatory fish came from the clouds and swallowed a few of the neon pilot fish. In the distance she heard Von’s voice saying something about a Barghast, which she linked to the large fish with a golden diamond in the middle of its forehead. It should not have surprised her that the fish of the sky were without predators, but it did. This only baffled her more, something that large clearly should have had a hard time keeping a float in this strange realm.

Once the larger fish and his trailing friends vanished, Ocenia gripped the railing for impact with the void as the Sky Mire slipped through the rift into their location of Herth. Their journey through the rift had been much shorter than she expected, but she was happy to see the change in scenery. It was a complete change from Konclave, the Rift, and Herth. Back in the world of balance everything was entering the stages of night that most would sleep through, and the rift was like a sweet morning’s grace with a hint of danger behind the curtain. Herth, though, was glistening with sunlight as it danced over the clouds making them bright oranges and reds, the hills were golden where touched and emerald in the shadow. The mountains in the distance were dark and snow covered, while the waters sparkled as the setting sun embraced their waves. They had gone from night, to morning, straight to sundown, which had amazed the princess even more than the fish in the rift.

Beautiful her eyes shimmered silver as the man that inhabited her stared out at this new world. Though he only had seconds to watch as she shook her head and leaned against the railing to take in the new world. There did not seem to be as many cities in this world as there were in Ophidia and Konclave, which made the princess feel freer. Then her heart sank into her chest as she realized they would dock soon and Von would have the opportunity to send her back to Ophidia.

Deciding to take her mind off of Von, the princess pushed herself away from the railing with a yawn; it was then that she noticed Keyra had gone missing from the deck. This was curious, but when she spotted Sevral beaming at the front of the airship she knew the woman was not in any harm, she may have needed to excuse herself for a short time. Ocenia then spotted Gavyn once more and made her way over to him in long strides. “Beautiful… is it not?” she asked, leaning against the railing right next to him.

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The Gryphon barely moved as the large Barghast rose from beneath the ship to have itself a meal of the pilot fish he had been playing with earlier. In fact, the man seemed, if anything, to belong on the ship, hanging onto it's rigging as the large, majestic creature glided through the air, finished with it's meal and moving on from the area. He heard Von's announcement of their moving through the portal and Gavyn pushed off the rigging, hanging haphazardly and keeping himself out of free air only by the grip of his hand a single foot placed upon the ropes. The cries of the Rift pulled back at him, clinging to him tightly, not wanting him to go, but he was not tempted. This was his home, nothing would ever pull him away from returning to it's glorious beauty. He urged the ship on faster, silently willing the engines turn with more speed and the push through the portal to happen with more strength.

It happened in an instant that seemed like an eternity. Herth shone brightly, the sun welcoming them into the world. Gavyn took a deep breath, the familiar smells and tastes of the air filling his lungs, the clean world welcoming back its son from his journey, short-lived though it was. A joy he had not realized he would experience leaped into his heart and the young man wanted nothing more than to jump from the edge of the ship and dive down to the land below, somehow improvising a way of not dying a horrible death. Instead, he settled upon filling his lungs a second time and letting out a loud, booming cry, his crow echoing out over the vast openness of the land and answer back to him in softer tones. To most, Herth would seem quiet in comparison to the loud bustle of the cities of the other two worlds. But Gavyn heard the voices: the birds that chased one another in a tizzy as they debated on remaining another month or flying further south in migration, the trees that saw centuries of time come and go rustling in conversation of the ships arrival, the wind greeting them into the world and welcoming the Gryphon back home.

Home. His eyes traveled the landscape, trying to locate where they were positioned in relativity to his Laird's lands. He could see the MacBain stables off to the east and used that in conjunction with the mountain range to determine the general location of his home. Where they were going, he couldn't even bother to remember. He wanted to go home, to hold his mother, to drink with his father, to see if he had a younger brother or sister yet. He closed his eyes and let the wind that blew accompanied with the momentum by the ship cascade over him, embracing him once more in a way that was different from the winds of Konclave and the Rift. He heard the sound of Ocenia's voice and opened his eyes to the scenery before him before lowering his gaze down to the young woman just below him. He smiled truly, a happiness from his soul that tried its hardest to be given form in a physical sense. "Aye, tis beaut'ful. Me 'ome, lass. Welcome ta 'erth," he said, opening his arm out to encompass the entirety of the world.

He dropped down from the rigging to stand beside the young woman, leaning his large body down upon the rail and leaning out as far as he could. "Lot o' stories o' th' land 'ere. Bat'les an' fest'vals an' lore. Tis said o' bein' wild, an' aye, we be, bu' tis an' order 'ere s'well." A hand shot out as he pointed out the mountain range in the distance and circled a large area of land. "Me Laird's lands. Chosen by th' people 'e rules. If'n 'ey doona like 'im, 'ey cede ta a new Laird. Keeps 'em fair, just, an' noble. Me Laird's a good man," he explained before shooting his hand a small ways out of the circled area to a mostly wooded place beside the mountains. "Tis me Da's lands. Th' 'ouse tis long th' stream an' range. Me mam prefers th' altitude, 'ey both th' forests. Be wonderin' 'ow close we're ta be gettin' ta th' land," he mused, longing for the familiarity of the land but knowing that their destination may very well be on the other side of the world. Still, he turned to smile at Ocenia, patting her back a bit. "Glad ta see yer well, lamb. Wouldna do no good ta 'ave ye in poor spirits w'en seein' this sight."

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Von Dranosk

The light had long since gone from the horizon and the air was now dying with a slight bite of cold, but still nowhere near what one would expect. Von could look from one side of the ship to the other and see his crew and the others going about their own. He looked at Rioma who was ever watchful standing by his side and he gave her eyes a glance when they both met.. "I'm guessing Keyra should be woken soon."
"She did want to be alerted when we got into Herth, so I think you should go get her now."


Rioma gave him a small nudge and a smile seeing as he was somewhat warming up to the idea of having them on the ship and from what she has seen of him towards her he was adjusting quite well. Rioma then headed off towards the guest rooms on the upper deck.
Von watched as she left his sight and continued to steer the ship along an invisible line that only he could most likely see, but it was evident from what Gavyn was saying that he lived not far from their position. This brought a pang of sharp pain to the back of Von's mind.
As a young man he fought along this entire continent for over six years and was left for days at a time in the muck of survival among such harsh places. The problem for him in his mind was the memory of what happened after he left the armed forces of Ophedia and returned home to an even greater evil waiting to be faced. He could tell that Gavyn was enjoying what he was doing and pointing out such sights to everyone, even some of the other crew where lending an ear to the man and taking in his words.

Then once again Von could feel the back of his chest tense up and the familiar taste blood in the back of his mouth. Bringing up his arm to help stave off the cough and his reaction comes in time for his left sleeve to catch the spatter. His reaction to the cough is far less then amused but Von isn't ready a hand that reaches around his midsection.
He jerks slightly and only sigh when he realizes that it was Vorra and she hugged Von's midsection with a type of care seen for a child. She inhaled his scent into her body with a deep breath and spoke.. "You over extended yourself again didn't you Von?" He gave her arm an assuring squeeze when he responded.
"Its nothing that I can't handle in the long term of things Vorra.. you know that."

She makes a cross face and stands stiff behind him puffing her cheeks as much as he anatomy could muster. "And let me guess.. your just going to keep doing this until you end up like your father?" Von doesn't waste a moment when the word "Father" leaves her lips and he snaps around in place to face her. Causing a swipe of terror to strike across her face and her eyes cut as she attempts to avert his gaze. She lightly trembles in her stance as he stares her down even with her attempts to look away and slight tear can be seen gathering at the edge of her face.
Vorra pulls her hands towards her stomach and begins to wring her palms together as if trying to conjure a word that would suffice for an apology towards Von. He breaks the gaze and looks away as he starts to steer the ship to square of with the horizon and he begins to lower the ships altitude.

"Go occupy yourself Vorra... We're done for now." His words visibly stabbed at her and a look of pained sadness overcame her as she attempted a lowly nod and stepped away, heading back inside the ship.

He looked on into the air and shouted out over the deck.. "Prepare the mooring line.. It seems we'll be taking to land earlier then expected. most of the regular crew look of the side as he points and there seems to be a large mound of man made structures sticking out of the upcoming valley.
One with a very wide base built out of it and several large blazing fires where lit roaring into the night sky.
One of the crew which turned out to be the same elven male from earlier that updated Von on his crews status. He had a worried look on his face and was already questioning the order with his eyes.. "But captain that is unknown territory down there. We don't know what we are going to face or even see.. and isn't this still supposed to be contested land?"

"Calm yourself Marz.. I know exactly where we are." Von answered with an assurance in his voice.
He could also see from where he stood that another vessel was sitting right outside the ruined stronghold, a very sleek ship with the familiar markings of the governing powers. "It looks like we might be expected to land here either way." He continued with an intent dismissive tone hidden in his voice. The man known as Marz only gave a quick glance back at the new destination and swallowed his aversion to the subject before returning to his duties.

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At that time Rioma had made her way up one level to doors of the guest rooms and began to lift her arm to knock amongst Keyra's door. But better judgment wasn't present in her mind when she thought it better to just creep in and see what the you Vall woman was doing.
Despite the bulk of her body Rioma was able to slide between the door and frame only after slightly opening it and could look upon Keyra sleeping in her bed. The look on her face was a troubling one for Rioma to look upon, seeing that she bore an apparent amount of pain that played across it. The large woman took a hand and gently brushed aside one of Keyra's bangs trying to keep her face uncovered and realized that she was most likely having a rather prevalent dream.

She could remember the nights that she noticed the same incidents with Von in their youth and was sure that the little Vall's was no less important in her mind. She took a moment to stare and take in the young girls image as she laid there giving slight twitches ever so slightly once or twice and then decided to wake Keyra.
Rioma brought her arm over Keyra's and lightly grabbed her bicep, giving her a slight shake to rouse her from her sleep.

"Keyra.. its time to wake up." She broke her words with small attempts to pats on keyra's head with another arm.

She waited for Keyra to wake and gave her a reassuring smile.. "Von is at the wheel and your companions are on the main deck."

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"Keyra.. its time to wake up."

The voice seemed far off, in the midst of her dreaming of fire and pure rage, mixed with pain. It took her body a moment to realize that someone was shaking her slightly trying to wake her from her slumber. Keyra's eyes opened slowly and she looked up to Rioma's smiling face. It was a slight shock as she had been expecting Sevral to come to wake her as she'd asked, but then perhaps the man had been busy.

"Von is at the wheel and your companions are on the main deck."

"Thank you," Keyra said, finding her voice though it felt dry and scratchy. She sat up and stretched, holding back her yawn as best as she could. The Vall remembered her weapon then as she reached back to feel nothing but air where the handle of the sword should have been. Turning, she caught Rioma's attention before the first mate could leave the room.

"I'll be on deck shortly, I have to retrieve my weapon from the Captain's quarters," she stood as she spoke and straightened out her armor and clothing. Her wings stretched out behind her, snapping open and popping in the process. With the released tension, Keyra left her room and went straight to the Captain's room to get her sword. The weapon was still embedded in the bookshelf, the signs of the struggle before were still there as well.

Keyra went up to the weapon and pulled it out of the shelving. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the enormous blade around in her hand and slowly sheathed the weapon across her lower back. Then she left the room and made her way to the deck, where she was met with the smell of smoke. The sunset of Herth was a burning orange and red and she stopped cold on the deck.

Her heart leapt to her throat and she choked on the air. Had she not had the nightmare from her past, she probably would have been okay coming out onto the deck with the smell of burning wood and a red sunset. However, she was immediately thrown back to that night, and the feelings that still lingered from the dream came crashing down heavily on her.

She was locked where she stood, un-moving and her eyes staring at the sunset. Though to her, she was surrounded by burning embers, her eyes filled with tears and rage burning through her sorrow. The dirty sunset was just going down over the mountains and her village was destroyed. The smell of blood pervaded her nostrils and filled her mouth to the choking point. She couldn't see the deck of the ship, or anyone else that was standing there. Completely lost in memory, the pain and the anguish rushing over her and threatening to take her down.

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Sevral's eyes shifted from the bounteous wonder that was Herth, to a more specified point. To be exact, that which Von had pointed out. The man stood up a little straighter and strained to look into the distance. From what he could tell up ahead, there was a burning collection of buildings with a single large ship positioned around it. Apparently this was where the Captain intended to steer them to as he called out to the crew. Sevral made sure to stay clear of anyone's way. His hand drifted down to the hilt of his sword as it normally did, simply because he required something to do with his hands at all time. When his fingers met cold steel instead of the warm fabric, the man suddenly remembered that he had a task to do; that of retying the fabric.

Around him he knew he wasn't needed anymore. He saw Gavyn talking with Ocenia, and Von was obviously busy with directing the vessel, so for now the man thought he'd go below deck. While he had his satchel and everything necessary with him to make the fix, he knew the noise and movement occurring around him wouldn't help his concentration. True he worked with the usual bustle of the crowded streets around his shop, but he still felt he should be out of the way. No doubt he'd simply be called back up to the deck once they reached their destination that wasn't too far away, but he could tie it fairly quickly. Plus he just needed an excuse to follow Keyra.

Realization suddenly dawned on the man as he realized he was in charge of waking the girl upon their arrival at Herth. He hit himself, cursing under his breath at his forgetfulness. Quickly now, he made his way towards the stairs leading below deck. Dodging out of the way of Rioma, Sevral nodded to the woman in acknowledgement to her before turning his attention to a figure that stood near the base of the steps. It was Keyra. Sevral smiled, happy to see her yet somehow ashamed that it wasn't himself who had gone to wake her. He looked at the girl curiously now, his smile disappearing as it seemed she was totally transfixed on something in the distance. Her gaze was unwavering but her face showed clearly the agony she was feeling.

More or less leaping down the few steps, Sevral came up to Keyra, putting an arm around her and leaning down slightly to look into her eyes. She seemed far away, lost in a nightmare that Sevral couldn't share in. He shook her, a look of concern taking its place on his face as he spoke. "Keyra," he said. His words were soft, yet urgent to get her attention. "Hey, what's wrong?" His grip tightened on her shoulder as he pleaded for the girl to snap out of whatever trance she was in. Putting his other hand under her chin, he pulled her to face him so that he could stand straight, hoping the movement would help to recall her to reality. "Keyra?"

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Embers encircled her in the dancing light of a burning sun that was descending into darkness. A darkness that was the center of her being. A permanent hole that had never been filled. Her breath sucked in hard into her lungs as she struggled to breath passed the thick smoke that she thought was surrounding her, chocking her. Her heart tightened as she stared at the orange and red colors of the sunset. She couldn't tear her eyes away, couldn't wipe away the feeling of hot blood that had once covered her from head to toe. The smell of it filling her mouth and the taste of it coppery and hot. Tears burned at the edges of her deep purple eyes, but didn't fall. Rage was coursing through her as she asked why for the entirety that she stood there.

Keyra could still feel the heavy, cold, dead weight of her father on top of her. She remembered getting out from under him and looking down at his shredded back, blood covering him to the point of no recognition. The only way she ever knew it was her father was his face which he was lying on. After having seen her father, she had gone back to the lean-to where her mother was. Though her father had told her not to look, she couldn't help it. Half in the hope that he'd mistaken her for being dead, but upon looking inside, Keyra reeled backwards, fell to her knees and lost the contents of her stomach. The was nothing left of her mother's body.

The images flooded her minds' eye and she shuddered as she stood on the deck of Yo'Von's ship, oblivious to Sevral's presence. Until he pulled her around to face him, wrenching her face upwards and away from the sunlight. He put himself right in front of her and blocked the burning red of flames and blood that pierced her vision.

"Keyra?"

His voice was filled with worry, a sharper tone to it that told her of his urgency to get her attention. Keyra's breath shuddered as she took a deep gulp of air and attempted to calm herself. Mentally, she berated herself for allowing such a trivial thing to happen. She had thought she'd long since gotten over that terrible night, but the dream and then suddenly walking onto the deck with nothing but a burning sunset and smoke was almost too much. Still, she couldn't believe she'd fallen so quickly into memories and despair.

"Sevral," she whispered softly in reply. She swallowed to wet her dry throat, then turned her eyes downwards, blinking to clear her vision of the tears that had burned at the edges. After she'd calmed herself somewhat, she looked back up at him and tried to offer him a smile, though she wasn't sure how well that worked.

"I'm alright, I was just... startled by the fires," she said slowly. Her gaze flicked back to the smoke that outlined his broad shoulders, and she quickly looked away as she could feel the memories trying to push their way back in her mind.

"I assume we are landing here?" Keyra asked Sevral in an attempt to keep her mind cleared of the past and to hopefully keep from being asked too many questions. She wasn't about to tell anyone about her troubles, especially since they were her own to bear. If she couldn't do that, then she wouldn't be a Vall.

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The larger man, Gavyn, moved from the riggings and instead leaned over the railings next to Ocenia. His words brought the princess’s attention to various points through Herth, giving her a view into his own home and life in his world. It reminded her of her own home in Ophidia, which had kept her safely tucked behind walls and guards until recently. He was proud to call Herth his homeland, even though the law and order they had was less organized, it seemed, than that which she had grown up in. He spoke of his own Father and Mother, and their homes in the forest. She couldn’t help but chuckle as he spoke of them. They seemed great, surrounded by wildlife and living in such great homes.

The princess began to wonder if this was where her mother and father had met, or had they met in Konclave where most human’s tend to flock. She was unsure, but she imagined her father being a great winged-man who flew through the orange-red skies of Herth. Because she had kept her Vall form secret from most of the people in Ophidia she had never been able to let the woman out to fly. It had always been in her heart to be out in the skies, but to keep herself safe she had to obey her father and mother’s wishes.

Her attention was taken from Gavyn as she noticed smoke off to their right. “What is that…” she spun around, the red of her dress shimmering in the fading light as she spotted the flames. “Are we landing now? There?” Her blue eyes glanced over at Von, his lips moved as he directed people around and she could feel the ship starting to lower toward the dock that was right off the flames of the houses. “What is going on?” she asked Gavyn.

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Gavyn's attention shifted to follow along with Ocenia's as the sky ship slowly began to make its descent. His gaze was unwavering as he took in the sight of the base before him. He'd call it a base, as he didn't know of any hidden cities in Herth, and by the looks of things, it was meant to accommodate those who may be arriving by air. His eyes narrowed when he realized the welcoming fires were the remnants of destruction that was committed not far from the current time. His grip tightened on the rail, taking in the blaze as it danced off the golden hue of his eyes and casting a red light upon them. His teeth were grit and a low growl escaped him, boiling deep from his belly. It was a different rage that filled him than the rage he had felt earlier toward Von. It was one thing to insult his honor or ridicule him personally, he often deserved it no matter how angered he would become in the moment. But this was something entirely different. This was an attack on his home, a place that had done nothing wrong to any living being.

He could hear the cries of the Goddess' wolves, a sound that carried to both mourn the loss of life and gather safely those beings that were affected in the area. The White Ones were said to be the messengers, or so the lore of his homeland foretold, and in times of danger, the gods and goddesses would put aside their disputes, call upon their chosen ones, and extend a protection on those worthy of it. He knew long ago that humans as a race had fallen from the grace of the gods, and while some were considered favored, they would eventually die out in the next cataclysmic disaster. Was this that catastrophe? Would then it fall to his shoulders to see the human race survived?

'One step at a time.'

His thoughts went to his parents. They were distant enough to not be affected and have time to flee, but the chaos would spread. He wouldn't have his baby sibling born to such destruction. "We be landin'" he said to the young woman beside him, removing the fiddle from his person and running his hands over the nicks and scratches of the wood. "I know bu' one t'ing, lass. Tis no' good fer Herth." He straightened then and turned to face her, the shadows casting his face in sharp angles and for a brief, illused moment, he looked every much the great creature he held within himself. He held out the instrument to Ocenia, a great measure of trust on his part to ever be without it. It would not do well in his hands around fire, and he was unsure of the sort of welcome he would need to be prepared to receive. "Please, lass. 'old fer me th' fiddle. May'aps fer a 'andfula moments, may'aps fer longer. I couldna bear ta 'ave it lost," he explained. His eyes settled on the fire below, putting himself between his charge and the hot flames. If foe, he would have believed Von would have given a word, but perhaps there were politics at hand. His angry face deepened even more into a grimace.

'Bah, politics.'

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Keyra nodded to him in response to his question about moving further onto the deck of the ship. She kept her eyes from the burning sun that had triggered her plunge into darkness. She wouldn't be able to look at it until it had either sunk completely from sight under the mountains, or she had complete control over herself from the nightmare she'd just had. The Vall noticed Sevral watching her with genuine concern, his voice filled with worry.

"You sure you're going to be okay?"

She put a small smile on her lips as she looked up to him, "I'll be fine," she reassured him. She would be, it was just going to be a little while. Things were sure to settle down for her once they landed and the sun was no longer in sight. The smoke, on the other hand, was another thing to deal with. As they got closer, the smell grew thicker and coated her mouth via her nose. It, too, was a reminder of that dreadful night and she reached back to her huge sword to find some comfort in the weapon.

Turn these memories into more solid reason for you're being here, she told herself. After all, Keyra was there because she was searching for her parents killer, her village destroyer. She wanted more than anything to run her sword through them and have the satisfaction that she'd given her parents their proper judgment. Even if it was the last thing she ever did.

Keyra walked to the bow of the ship, a daring feat in and of itself, and leaned over the edge to look down at the carnage below. A single ship was docked down by the burning village. Her heart clenched as she took in the sight. She flicked her gaze to Gavyn knowing that he would be hit hard by such a sight. Keyra couldn't stand it either, but she'd seen it before, and at the back of her body and mind, she felt as if more were to come. It hurt to know that her instinct had been right. She'd half hoped she would have been wrong and Herth would have been spared.

She sighed and looked to Sevral, "I wonder what awaits us now," she muttered softly to him.

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Von Dranosk

Von could feel the wind crossing over the deck as Wind Mire was making its descent down towards the large structure. It could be seen that the ship already moored by its latching was a slightly larger vessel with some strange markings adorning its hull. The thing it fact was quite gaudy to look at with its black glossy paint and large ruby red sails, the lashings of sliver covering most of the exterior made it very evident that this ship belonged in a parade more so then a place like this.
But Von's expression changed when he could see that the flag they where flying carried the mark of a government official.

Motioning for the deck hand once again Von is approached by the same scarred elf from before.. "Take the helm and bring us in on starboard."
"Eye Captain" Was all that he responded with as he took the wheel from Von and began to bring the ship around the large structure.
Everyone could see torch bearing figures inside the windows of the structure and several shapes moving about the lower courtyard. Some of the ships crew where getting audibly anxious as they paced about at the side of the ship waiting for the chance to tie the ship down.
As the ship came around to bear on the pier several figures where standing among it and they too where dark in retrospect. However it was because their dress consisted of dark garbed clothing roughly the same shade and make as the ship they belonged to. They did not have weapons or anything else aggressive in hand, in fact many where palming the mooring lines from the pier and pared up to throw them aboard the Wind Mire. This brought the rest of the crew into action of grabbing the lines and beginning to run them through the mooring struts doing their best to tighten them and wring the ship in towards the pier.

The creak of wooded bindings began to echo out from the sides of the pier as the ships mass was brought closer.
Von had already made his way towards the others standing among the deck, he could see the estranged looks giving by the rest of his little group while Keyra herself seemed to be rather out of it and Sevral was doing his best to speak her down from wherever she was. While the very sight of what was transpiring below was pulling several noises and harsh looks from Gavyn.

He walked over towards Keyra and Sevral as the light banter of conversation was being tossed in between them, Von could see on her face that what was bothering her was rather deep seated and would not be handled so easily with a pep talk. He placed both hands of Keyra and Sevral's shoulders doing his best to keep them steady.

"Everything will be fine.. It seems that we have an appointment to keep." He kept an eye on the pier as a very familiar figure began to come into view standing among the others.
The all to easy to spot slim figure of V was standing on the pier with a low gate in her stance, though her entire body was still covered in the leather strapping one could gather from the widening of her masking that she was in fact smiling behind it. "Its good to see that you made it through the Rift.. We've only been waiting for a few hours as is" She called out off the pier as Von's crew tossed the return lines and soon the ship was tied off tightly.

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