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

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

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

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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.

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"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.

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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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Flames rose over the horizon as the setting sun vanished behind a large mountain range to the west. The princess’ eyes were completely trained on the flickers over the burning buildings as she wondered what had happened to the port the airship. Gavyn apparently had no idea they were landing here to begin with, or what had happen to the town. She had no idea what was going on, being that she had come onto the crew by complete mistake, but whatever mission they were on was not pretty. Almost completely devoured by the flames dancing, Ocenia almost didn’t hear Gavyn’s request.

The dancing flames mimicked ripples of sunlight over and ocean in her blue-green eyes as she turned her attention to the man who was devoted to keep her safe. In his large hands was a beautifully carved violin that she remembered after the disaster in Von’s room. Her first thought ran straight to the flute that she kept safe through her magical bonds and now, the man who saved her, wanted her to protect the one thing that seemed dearest to him. This may have been the very first time that her smiled reached from ear to ear. “Yes! I’ll keep it very safe,” her delicate pale hands wrapped gently around the handle of the violin as she admired the craftsmanship that had gone into creating such an instrument. With a soft whisper the violin began to sing to life and then vanished. She cocked her head to the side and chuckled as she ran her hands down her silken red dress. “It will be happy with my flute.” Her voice was very cheerful, even as she heard Von speaking to someone as they closed in on the port. Again her focus shifted as she spotted the woman the captain spoke with, “Do you know who she is?” the princess was very confused.

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"Everything will be fine.. It seems that we have an appointment to keep," Yo'Von said as he came up to both her and Sevral. He put his hands on each of their shoulders and Keyra felt like he was trying to keep them calm. It was probably especially true for herself and she appreciated the show of concern. Keyra watched as they finished the landing and the ship was brought in closer to the other sky vessel.

The black sleek body of the ship reflected the firelight with ease, the gold paint and sails giving the boat a stellar appearance. The Vall lifted an eyebrow as she looked at it. Never had she seen such an elegant ship before. In fact, to her, it seemed as if it belonged elsewhere. Probably more suited for a display of the army's power or as a ceremonial vessel only. This made her wonder why such a ship was there in the first place. Wouldn't it have been more fitting to send a battle ship rather than a show case?

Keyra crossed her arms as she watched a familiar looking figure come stalking down the pier that the Wind Mire settled next to. The woman's body was lithe and the gate was unmistakable. With the black leather strapping's and the cloth covering her entire face, it could be none other than the woman at the meeting with the King in Konclave. A slight chill went up her spine as she remembered the gaze she'd received from the woman and the display of power she'd shown then when she created the town they were to go to.

Turning slightly, the Vall looked at the burning village and wondered briefly if that town was the one they were supposed to investigate. Her eyes narrowed as she realized that, if it were that same town, then the fire was burning any evidence they had of the attacks. Even so, Keyra hadn't been certain of what she saw (or rather felt) when she was looking upon the replica back in Konclave.

"Its good to see that you made it through the Rift.. We've only been waiting for a few hours as is," the woman said, her mask pulling back as if she were smiling. Though what kind of smile, Keyra could only guess at.

"You would be doubtful?" The Vall muttered to herself as she watched the woman get closer to the ship as they were tied off to the pier. Then she raised her voice to be heard over the crackle of the fire and to match the distance between herself and the strangely dressed woman, "What happened here?"

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"T'ank ya, lass," Gavyn said to her, softening his look only for the moment for the young woman doing him such a favor. He couldn't express how appreciative he was of the small favor and he once more placed his hand upon her head to lightly ruffle her rustic hair. The docking had slowly come to a stop beside the second ship and as arrangements had been made to bind the two ships together, a figure stood out amongst the gathering of black, the curves of which he couldn't mistaken even if he had only met them once. An emissary of the king, or was it the council? Really, he couldn't care very much who her backer was, it meant that they were on the apparent right track. If this destruction around them was caused by the thing that they were sent to track, then it was clear they were heading in the right direction. A second glance at the carnage around him assured him with a grunt. The biggest problem would be finding this nuisance, for it would only take him a few moments to snuff the light of its life out completely. He wasn't one for long, drawn out bouts of revenge or pain, a quick swing of his axe, or the pummeling from his fists would be more than enough.

He shifted slightly to stand in front of Ocenia, obscuring her from the view of the magic-based woman upon the pier. The last thing he wanted was for her to be caught for stowing away upon the ship which was doing a royal mission. He knew her magic was great and while he had never seen its offensive capabilities, he could imagine they would be fierce to go up against. "Stay be'ind me. Tis a lass o' th' Council an' King. Doona fret," he assured the small woman, reaching a hand behind himself to give her arm a small squeeze of assurance in the matter. He had heard the words of the woman of leather, but kept his expression grim to match the surroundings they had descended into. He only had to look around him for the inspiration.

Keyra's words caught his ears and he too waited for confirmation of what had occurred to the village. Appointment or not, this was the not sort of welcome he had been expected, and he would like to know why their destination was set ablaze.

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Sevral took a moment to check over the Vall as she assured him she'd be okay. He still was concerned, but he trusted she'd know enough to get help if it was truly required. She definitely didn't strike him as headstrong or the type with too much pride to ever break down and ask for something they obviously needed. Finally he smiled back, nodding and accepting her answer. As long as she was sure she'd be fine, he was okay. He looked up suddenly as a tight grip came down on his shoulder, and was somewhat shocked to find it was Von.

Somehow he'd of been expecting Gavyn. He expected to see the large man beaming down at him with a mischievous look in his eye with the fact that Sevral was at Keyra's side in an attempt to comfort her. It wasn't until now that he registered Gavyn still with Ocenia off to the side. Von was definitely the last person Sevral expected to have confronting them in an attempt to make them feel better. Of course, he knew it was the Captain's job to make sure his crew and anyone aboard his ship was in their right mind, but for some reason this act just seemed odd. Sevral remained silent though, and didn't question it. He smiled to the man as he spoke and nodded with his saying they had an appointment to keep. Looking to Keyra, he could tell she was truly thankful for the concern Von showed.

Sevral's attention was then drawn away as a woman appeared, clad in leather strips that clung to her curved figure by the means of metallic buckles. A mask was drawn over her face, which caused Sevral to tilt his head slightly. Obviously Von knew her, as she immediately called to him whilst the ship was being drawn in. Turning slightly, Sevral thought he heard Keyra mumble something, but he wasn't sure. Keyra then spoke, inquiring about what had happened. Surely this question was that which plagued the minds of everyone present, so Sevral looked down to the leather bound woman, awaiting her response.

To one side, he just heard Gavyn whisper something to the Princess, Ocenia. Someone of the council? The fact that Gavyn wasn't right next to him made it hard enough to hear him, but then Sevral still had to get past the way he spoke. He didn't mind it, but sometimes it was something of a pain to discern, though with the years Sevral had spent selling to various buyers of various races of various lingual patterns, it wasn't too hard. Still, this woman being someone of the council? That was indeed interesting, and Sevral was curious now about more than just the occurrences at this burning wreck of a structure they'd found themselves at. His gaze remained locked on the woman as he waited.

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Von Dranosk

Von did his best to gather the group for departing and for a moment he pondered the thought of bringing Ocenia along with them. Knowing that should would be recognized almost instantly by someone with knowledge of her or risk something happening to her while she waited on the ship. He looked over the upper railing at Rioma as she gazed on at the structure next to the ship and her eyes soon met his.
"Take the ship Rioma and make sure she's ready to depart when we get back" Rioma gave him a turgid nod as she could feel the overly intense sensation of anticipation literally beaming from the rest of the crew. They stood at their post watching the other crew on the docks and in the tower for any awkward movements.
However when the person your watching is dressed in blacks and reds with a penchant for keeping their face masked the only real idea about them is that their up to no good at all. This fact was enough to keep the crew literally pacing on their boots as they still remained ever vigilant.

The plank was pushed over and soon the ship was bridged to the pier and Von beckoned the others to follow as V turned around and began to lead them into the tower. She gave of a very eery feeling as everyone trailed behind her and there was an off notion about the very presence of this woman, her shadow not extending from her place but maintaining a constant circle around the base of her feet. Every few moments a small tendril of shadowy black liquid would squirm away from the whole form and lightly feel the air around it then quickly dissolve into nothingness.

The soon entered a very large hall which by the looks of it was unused for some time and in the back was a large set of stair cases that extended up to the roof. It was easy to tell now that this place was strangely large and in no way in the off sort, in fact it appeared that every door and step and even the stone slabs replacing the seats where larger then normal.
V had stopped them as she was walking the rest of the way into the hall and she stopped waiting at the base of the stairs. This gave Von a moment to situate somethings with the group, looking back at Keya and Sevral he only had to adjust the tilt of his head to see Gavyn over the side of Sevral's head and knew that Ocenia was standing off to his side.
"This place... " Von spoke as he could feel the memories surfacing, many of which the others could tell were painful.

"This place represents a dark moment in my history and one of the greatest military triumphs of my career. It has been like this for the last decade and the most prominent activity are skirmishes fought among the Centaur tribes from the south." He turns back and looks over towards V as she stands there with her hands clasped near her stomach and it was obvious she was still locked onto the group as a whole, though with the mask on it was hard to tell what exactly she could see or if she was actually capable of sight at all.
Their last War Master Gar Vorkil managed to beat the coalition back to this final fort and it was here that we beat them. She was here as well as I.." He makes a slight gesture towards V as three other silhouettes begin to work their ways down the stairs next to her. As the three make their way down V takes a knee rather abruptly and Von's body barely reacts in time to stop himself from doing the same.

It was two guards walking ahead of their charge as the others could make them out among the dim lights within the fort and they soon parted to let their leader step down onto the main floor.
"Ahhh.. Captain Dranosk I presume." The man before them bore a voice that could cut paper and his appearance was nothing to say the least about. Easy enough to see the man was a Vall as well seeing that his head was adorned with the horns of a ram and his dark ash facial hair invoked the thought of a billy goat all that more easily. His dress was in that of a long regal coat in dark satin blue with gold trim, obviously this man had a rather high stature to require a private and fancy vessel as well as what appears to be a constant guard.
The two with him where a harder test on the eyes as both where most decidedly female but beyond that everything else was out to question. One was more of a medium build with every inch of her form covered in cloth, which by the looks of it where more in place being worn by a jester of some sort. Her outfit even went so far as to have the large frilled collar that surrounded her neck sitting right below her brightly jeweled white mask. She was ready for combat however seeing as she hefted a rapier over her right shoulder and held a large dirk firmly at her left side.
The other woman was somewhat easier to grasp as her only sections of exposed flesh on her arms and legs had etched markings of power that sat engraved in the skin. Her whole outfit was linked together with strapping's of its own and most of the wardrobe draped over her body coming up into a large hood that obscured all but her mouth and nose. It was easy enough to tell that she was a mage of some sort as the air around her could be seen getting disturbed somehow just by her presence.

The man made a light stride towards the group only stopping half way with his guards still beside him, the jester still kept her sword ready and every moment or so her leather gloves could be heard tightening around the grip.
He looks over Von and his group for a moment taking in who and what they where as his eyes began to approve and scrutinize all at once. He had a calm look on his face for a few moments before he decided to speak.
"Well.. it is good to see the Council does have a purpose at least, last time I was in the presents of such a group however I was a bit more impressed." He releases a small sigh as he spoke..
"But I am glad to see a group non the less. The Rift is a dangerous place these days, what with the twisted moving ever closer to the living areas of each race and no real way to keep them out... such a shame." His voice, mannerisms and even his look just screams pompous ass from the start while the group sizes him up.

"I am father Gregorio by the way... and welcome to War call tower, or whats left of it."

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They left the ship and followed the woman in leather across the pier to a large tower that was untouched by the flames on the other side of the air ships. Keyra's hand never left the hilt of her blade, her body tingled with anticipation as she didn't like the situation at all. Her movements were fluid and light as she walked behind Yo'Von in silence. Her earlier question remained unanswered and she didn't like the strange presence of the woman ahead of them. Last time she'd seen her, the shadows had been stretching from her as if trying to call her back into the darkness.

Now, the darkness was stationary under her feet as she walked, only little tendrils escaping their confines for mere moments at a time. Keyra moved with her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined everything around them. The expensive ship was the biggest mystery to her. She didn't like the feel of it at all. The tower ahead of them was beaten, broken into pieces in many spots and the skeleton of the structure could be seen in more than one place.

Once inside, Keyra stopped just to the right of the Captain, her body taking on a defensive stance, her gaze clearly speaking out her dislike for being in a strange place and with no answers to her question. The tower on the outside was misleading as once they'd gotten inside everything seemed much larger. Even the stones seemed to be unnaturally large. The Vall shifted her weight slightly, her gloved hand on her blade, pulling the weapon downwards in preparation for just about anything.

Her gaze turned upwards as Yo'Von started to speak, it was clear that the memories of this place were unpleasant to him and she frowned. If anyone knew about unpleasant memories she was one. She felt sorrow for him, sharing his feelings towards bitter pasts. It seemed as if he could continue the story of the battle that had ensued there and how they'd won, but then the woman in leather dropped down to her knee in one fluid motion. Next to her, Yo'Von seemed to stiffen and that alone put Keyra on edge.

Down the stairs came three figures, two of them women, the third a male Vall. His figure was clad in rich clothing and the way he carried himself told her just about everything she needed to know. A rich man who thought he owned the world. The woman to his right was clad in full cloth, even a jeweled mask and a frill of cloth around her neck. Though she looked strange, she was not to be taken lightly as she carried a weapon on her shoulder and her other hand on her knife. The woman held both weapons, her gloves tightening around them as they made the landing of the large room.

To the man's left side was another woman who showed some skin that was carved with symbols. Her clothing was pulled together with belts and other straps that draped over her body. A hood covered all of her features aside from her lower face and the way she held herself spoke loudly of powerful magic. Keyra eyed both women, not liking the odds at all. The man began speaking, his tone haughty as he looked over the group. The Vall met his gaze unwavering, her thoughts whirling around how much she detested such a man.

"Well.. it is good to see the Council does have a purpose at least, last time I was in the presents of such a group however I was a bit more impressed."

Her eyes narrowed at this but she didn't say anything. Her fingers tightened around the large blade as she shifted slightly and pulled her free hand to rest on her hip and cocked her head off to the side, letting her long blue hair fall over one shoulder.

"But I am glad to see a group non the less. The Rift is a dangerous place these days, what with the twisted moving ever closer to the living areas of each race and no real way to keep them out... such a shame. I am father Gregorio by the way... and welcome to War call tower, or whats left of it."

Keyra turned her gaze to Yo'Von for a mere moment before she spoke softly, the edge of her voice barely holding the hints of dislike, "Yes, I'm sure you worry much for the races. Gregorio, who attacked the rest of the fortress?" She spared no time and went straight to the point. How she hated politics and beating around the bush...

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Even though the Wind Mire was an airship, Ocenia could feel the rocking come to a stop as they pulled into the port next to the pier of the strange place that was clearly burning. Knew information came from the captain as he spoke of the fortress instead of a village or city. Her confusion grew when Gavyn positioned himself between the woman known as V and herself. Clearly, the larger man did not trust the woman below, but that was not nearly as true as she had originally thought. Instead, the woman had been someone he noticed from the Council in Konclave, Ocenia deduced, but other than that information she had no real knowledge of the stranger in red and black.

Once a bridge was scooted from the boat to the pier Von and the others began to unload themselves onto the docks. Not sure whether or not Von wanted her to stay on the ship or not, Ocenia decided to stay with her new protector and stayed close to his backside. It was not completely clear if the princess would be detected on a strange island in Herth, but then again crazier things could happen. Keeping quiet, she followed there rest of the group into a fortress that Von began speaking within. At first she stayed by Gavyn’s back, but curious about their whereabouts she started to inch beside him until she spotted Von’s gaze on herself, it was then that she moved more to the larger man’s back again than to his side.

Soon she spotted figures gliding down a staircase in their general direction and was almost compelled to kneel as V had done in their presence, even Yo’Von looked as if he were going to go down to one knee. Who were these people? She wondered, but kept her mouth shut as the man mocked their group. Perhaps the council had sent a different group before them to deal with the issues that Herth had been experiencing lately. That was when Ocenia remembered a meeting her father had had with Yo’Von the day she followed him away from the palace. They had said something about a great evil plaguing the lands, but what the plague was eluded her like many subjects enquiring other realms and kingdoms.

The man who had spoken to the group had been returned with a question from Keyra, which caught the princess off guard. It was not very often that she saw a woman speak up to men who in power, not often at all. In fact she had always watched men take care of the business around Ophidia that it was so unnatural for her to hear the bluntness that came from the Vall in her group of companions. Shock stirred her gaze as she stared at the man wondering how he would react to her now that he had already degraded the ‘looks’ of their group. “Gavyn…” Ocenia lightly tugged on his shirt as she whispered to him. “What is going on? Why are you guys all traveling to Herth?” she couldn’t keep her questions at bay any longer. She just had to know what mission Von and his crew were trying to accomplish.

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Sevral didn't have much else to say as everyone began down the planks to meet up with this strange woman. Silently and obediently he followed, though his eyes that were trained to pick up the tiniest details from years of crafting such immaculate weaponry never ceased moving. The swordsman watched the odd darkened spot beneath the woman that was the closest thing she possessed to a shadow. It was strange that she didn't have one in the first place, how apparently the light overlooked her, but he didn't think too much on it. He concentrated for a moment on the wispy tendrils that licked at the air before retreating again, then his eyes broke away to scan over the innards of the hall they had just entered.

Von now turned and eyed his group carefully, then spoke of this apparent battlegrounds on the border of two warring sides. He told them how this was one of his greatest achievements in his military days and how he played in everything, even motioning to the woman, stating she had been here too. Sevral listened intently, somehow managing to catch every detail of Von's words, and every detail of what he saw. Suddenly however, three new figures appeared.

Two women as guards. This man no doubt in a position of great authority as the woman bowed and Von seemed to stiffen a bit. The way he carried himself and eyed the grip with an over-critical manner told Sevral all he needed. The fact that he walked around with two females was nothing much to think on, but Sevral had plenty of ideas on what else he may use them for. It just fit the character, though he could very well be wrong. One was obviously attributed with magic as the air around her seemed distorted and unnatural, while the other grasped tightly a Rapier. Sevral knew of the sword, the telltale thin blade meant for precision stabs and thrusts with a full wired guard that encompassed the knuckles, sitting just below a hair-line crosspiece. Usually it was in combination with another short-sword type of weapon, one that complimented the craftsmanship, but strangely she had a dirk. Still an extremely useful weapon, but not of the norm. Sevral wasn't much for either of the two, but he respected their abilities.

The man now spoke, so Sevral turned his attention to him. He seemed less than thrilled, but addressed himself as Gregorio. The swordsman was taken a bit back by the comment from the man, stating that the last time he was in the presence of a group like this, he was more impressed. Sevral was hardly one to be put off by such meaningless words, especially from someone so self-centered as this, but he still felt as if it was an unworthy thing to say considering how well he was actually known. Perhaps though the man simply spoke of everyone in general, and how he really didn't belong here. He knew it was true, he doubted his reasoning and the king's for being here, but didn't question.

"Yes, I'm sure you worry much for the races. Gregorio, who attacked the rest of the fortress?"

Keyra's voice interrupted his thoughts as she now voiced hers, jumping straight to the point. Sevral looked sideways at the Vall, now slightly more shocked. He really wasn't expecting it, but he too now looked to Gregorio, awaiting the answer to her more or less blunt question that dispensed of most, if not all, of the usual pleasantries.

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

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Gavyn was not thrilled with the prospect of leaving the ship to follow the leathered woman, knowing that it was the entire point of their encounter. He moved down the plank, feeling the wood creak under his weight but giving it no further thought as he marched alongside his comrades. His eyes traveled to his surroundings, taking in the details that really were not as important as some that he should have been focusing on. Where Sevral had come to the conclusion of the twist in magic V had in her possession, he became knowledgeable in that there was a rodent problem and questioned how well the upkeep of the tower had been. Eventually, the group reached a large hall and stopped as Von began to speak about time long past.

Despite the topic, Gavyn listened, forcing himself to pay attention to the Captain's words. He was taught by his mother that the actions of the past should influence our future, that we may be able to move forward and not repeat the same mistakes as our forefathers. He spoke of the war, that which the gryphon had only ever heard stories about from his father after he'd had enough drink in his belly. When suddenly V dropped to a knee and Von had fought with himself to keep upright, Gavyn brought his gaze over to the new entrants. The first two figures entered the dim lighting, but his eyes saw well enough. Soldiers. No, not soldiers, not to his eyes. These women, for it was clear they were not men by their gait and figures, were closer to those of trained personal bodyguards or mercenaries. While he was uncertain of the magical capabilities of the sorceress woman, he knew full well that the other, clothed from head to foot, was a deadly being. Whomever it was these women guarded was both wealthy and well influential in his profession.

Taking in the third figure, Gavyn had to hold in his snort of disbelief. The clothing that this Vall was dressed in screamed to that of one holding a position well cushioned under the politics of the lands. His manner of speech did nothing to make a claim contrary to his first impression, and as such, the male was given complete attention for the time being. "Aye, no' so impressive," he admitted, simply speaking amongst the group and shrugging in the process. "Bu' such be ta th' advantage o' th' group. Tis bet'er ta be under estimated 'an o'er estimated, aye?" he asked, his pleasant smile still graced upon his visage. He beamed at Keyra for her bluntness over the situation. It was true and clear, they had little time for pleasantries if they were to truly get this hunt underway, and he had no doubt that leaving such a situation in her hands, while tactless, was a way to get more direct answers.

A tugging on his shirt caught his attention and he turned to take in Ocenia, listening to her questions. He remained facing the company they had been set in, reaching an arm behind him that he may have contact with the young woman, physically being sure she would remain behind him. He wanted to tell her that he would explain later, that now was the time for listening, but he couldn't deny the young woman a right to know what she had gotten herself into. "I doona know w'at be goin' on rig't yet," he whispered back to her, truly not fully comprehending the situation unfolding before them. "Bu', we be in Herth, ta help th' land." He took a deep breath, settling himself a bit before deciding to continue on with his whispered explanation, short though it was. "A terr'ble horror tis plaguin' th' land, lass. An' t'will continue ta all world. This... tis me own world. T'will no' 'ave 'er suffer in such a way." He tried to keep his anger in check, but the tone of it came through clearly in his whispered words. He kept his ground, keeping his gaze between the two bodyguards protecting Father Gregorio as he was sure they were more the immediate threat than their paid support.

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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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Von Dranosk

The whole experience was something new for most of the group as this ordeal was going to be more proving then others. The man named as Gegorio was more then willing to make is over presumptions about the lot of them, his eyes still scrutinizing them as time went on. The two bodies next to him where more then enough to invoke a strange amount of awareness against opposition towards him but his eyes cut a moment when Keyra & Sevral make their words heard.

Grigorio wasn't taken back with their outburst as Von thought as the idea came rushing through his head, the mage with her pale skin and contrasting crimson outfit only gave a slight tilt of the head. While Gregorio only gave a slight scoff in the back of his throat.. "Well it seems that you all do have some backbone in possession..."
He only looked on at Sevral and just a quickly shot his eyes up at Keyra.."Well my dear if you wanted to know what had transpired here why don't you ask your friend there. I'm quite sure he could tell you all the juicy details seeing that he was present when the tower was won." He plays with a bit of frill on the edge of his coat showing his complete disinterest in the subject. Von slowly dropped his eyes as he could feel a deep well of shame drifting over him, looking on V had already gotten back on her feet and made her way back towards the edge of the room. Her attention was being absorbed by one of the large gaping holes that dotted the frame of the tower, she was rubbing the edge and gazing out into the night sky of Herth. However she was still showing signs of emotion in her figure that seemed she shared the same feelings as Von on the memories of those past days.

Gregorio just laughs for a moment and corrects himself as if trying hard to maintain composure. "But then again this place was always a hell hole of some contempt, it was mos likely raided recently by the Centaurs. My men found several bodies and most of all notable tracks scattered about heading back towards their land."
He keeps his eyes on Keyra as a small sickly smile draws across his face and he begins to walk forward with the jester dressed guard beside him, only stopping several feet from the rest of the group and Von is suddenly filled with unease.

He looked on at Keyra's body with his gaze running up and down her form then across her wings.."Hmm.. young, beautiful and of exceptional breed for one such as yourself." Its obvious he was already ignoring the others around him and he was mostly enamored with just being near Keyra.
"Maybe I should bring you back home with me.. I have grown somewhat bored with my current ones." He takes a hand and places it on the shoulder of the jester making her sway for a moment. "But I do think they both could do with the extra company.."

Von gives a slight cough in the back of his throat, however this was just an attempt to garner the rather gaudy mans attention. The look of shame was removed with Gregorio's approach of Keyra and he was now sporting the look of annoyance in spite of the circumstance. "Father Grigorio I am certain you came here with more then the express desire to interfere with council business. His vocal outburst only seems to slightly bother Gregorio who just looks at him cuts his eyes back towards the mage as he walks away.
"Oh I understand that your in a hurry as things are rather important for you, but you must understand that you are in Herth now and you will not have anymore say in the matter of my needs." He shrugs and straightens his coat for a moment. "The fact of the matter is that there is something rather important held within the mayors manner when you get to your destination and you will know it by this symbol." He produces a large medallion from his pocket and tosses it at Von who catches it. It was circular and around five inches in diameter with what looks to be a set of three eyes positioned on its face. The whole piece itselfe was silver with the eyes being gold with a small jewel placed within the iris of each.

"After you find it all you must do is hold on to it because I promise we will meet again.." He says this with another sick gleam in his eye as he looks Keyra over one last time.

Unbeknownst to crews of the ships and the numerous people present on the tower there was something watching them, it seemed that while the night sky was relatively clear and without storm there where a large amount of clouds swirling above. Within those clouds however a presence was about to make itself know, a third ship that had been looking for the Wind Mire had finally caught up with its quarry.
The ship was more widely known as the Seckar, a pirate vessel that spent its time terrifying lightly defended villages and towns. It was almost a day ago that these men where contacted and paid by a source to hunt down the fleeing princess Ocenia. Many dark forms ran about the deck of the ship as they where preparing for their attack and several of the cannons had already been loaded while their captain looked overboard at the tower. He could see with his spyglass the large amount of bodies moving about and was contemplating his plan of attack.


Von shows the medallion to the others and allows them to get an idea of what the object was before putting it inside his own pocket.
"Oh and Captain.." Gregorio adds "I would be careful if I where you, there are other bodies that exist within our society that have decided to not wait for the councils action and have sent their own agents. If you run into either of them they don't necessarily have the word to let you pass unhindered."
Gregorio flashes a small smile at the inclination of this and waves off the group as he steps away towards one of the tables lining the room. V with her attention back towards the group returns to their side.. "I must apologize for Father Gregorio.. He isn't exactly one of the most subtle ambassadors that the speakers could have sent." She gives slightly words of comfort and conformation with ease despite the fact her masked visage only adds a small amount of penance to her voice. She does however keep her head pointed towards Von as if waiting for him to say something in a deep retrospective towards her, her body language being cool and calm but somehow still timid and unsure as if she where a young girl racked with anxious nerves.

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