Sevral's Story

Keyra breathed a sigh of relief as V left the room in a rather grumpy mood. Though, she couldn't blame the woman either. The Vall had completely forgotten about the woman having manifested into her own shadow. So, to have come awake at a rather... inappropriate time was enough to understand V's position. Her eyes dropped down though, as V's words echoed in her head. To Keyra, it was as good a time as ever, hell, she'd almost gotten herself killed down in the tower. Testing the boiling waters of Ocenia's double personality, then taking fully both spells from the mage. Had the man not changed sides so quickly, she would be lying in a pool of her own blood right then.

She nodded slightly as Sevral answered her earlier question, though he stayed against the wall unmoving. Letting her gaze slip sideways, she spotted him doing just the same as he looked her over. The man was silent for some time, creating a heavy expanse of silence between them. Unable to continue looking at him as he was near impossible to read in the state that he was in, she dropped her gaze. Keyra soon found herself doing an old habit that came out of being nervous. Her fingernails gently pulled at the loose strings of her under garment, the thread twisting between her fingers as she did so. Both arms were crossed over her chest, so her fingers played with the strings under her arm.

Her nerves were coming from the deepening thoughts on what had happened. Mostly on what it was Sevral could possibly be thinking. Did he not enjoy the kiss that she'd given him? Maybe he was still trying to get over V's sudden appearance. Or, perhaps she'd read his actions completely the wrong way and he felt nothing for her at all. Even if a lot of her thoughts didn't make sense, they still came and went, plaguing her as she sat there in silence. Finally with a heavy sigh she willed her fingers to stop pulling at the strings and reached up to run her fingers through her hair. The movement was sharp, and her arms dropped back down immediately. Biting her lip she kept the look of pain from her face and instead took a slower, shallower breath to ease herself.

"Perhaps you should rest... Then we can get someone to see about broken bones."

With a short nod, she acknowledged his words and began working herself down to a lying position. It was slow going, but once there, she found it comfortable enough. It was slightly cold, but she couldn't move well enough to bring the sheet upwards to cover herself, so she settled for wrapping her arms around her body as best she could. After a moment, she turned her head to look at him.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," she said quietly, "I know you're tired as well. You should rest, Sevral."

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to, I know you're tired as well. You should rest, Sevral."

Once more the man found himself shaking his head no. The offer was tempting, true enough, but he'd never leave the girl's side while she in her current state. Sleep was unimportant right now, and fell below overseeing Keyra on the man's list of priorities, and besides, she hadn't even been checked up on yet. He could do absolutely nothing for broken bones except pretend that they weren't there, and even then he knew that that wouldn't work, because surely the girl wouldn't be able to rest like that. At least not comfortably, that is. There was no way Sevral could simply leave to rest knowing that Keyra still needed attention.

The man watched her as she laid herself down, then curled up, the powerful Vall now reduced to being unable to pull up her own blankets. Even though the man had been well aware of the capabilities of the woman, he felt nothing but a need to care for her. There was no pity or otherwise demeaning thoughts about how she was now, and he had to admit, bruised, scarred, everything, she was still cute.

Silently he walked over and pulled up the sheets, bringing them up over the girl's shoulders and tucking them in snugly. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, let alone do after this point, so his eyes wandered a moment up the walls as he considered his options. Go fetch someone, and leave Keyra alone, or stay and hope someone arrives while letting the girl lie in, no doubt, a fair amount of discomfort. Better judgment probably should've prevailed immediately, but unfortunately the man was still plagued with what had just occurred moments before, and after that, he'd be hard pressed to abandon the girl, even once she was healed. Still, after a fair amount of time he finally knew that it was probably wiser to fetch someone who could adequately treat her.

The knock at the door was almost a welcomed relief to the man, knowing he may not have to leave, and yet, also a threat to Keyra. He highly doubted the probability of anyone on the other side of the door being any one other than a friend, but even so, instinct and reflex had his hand clasped firmly around the hilt of his sword. Opening the door warily, Sevral found himself looking at his own reflection, and then past that into the blue eyes of another man. It took him a moment to realize that his reflection was the man's over-sized glasses, and then another second to register that his face was pressed nearly all the way into the room already, with his body in the hall leaning dangerously forward.

"Hello!"

It took all of Sevral's power to not draw his sword and decapitate this man who pushed immediately past him, entering the room without another word or invitation. He seemed to walk with his head stretched forward, almost sitting precariously on his shoulders as if it were going to just roll off. The swordsman blinked a few times as he took in the man as a whole, with hair lining not the top of his head, but the sides, and sticking out in randomized directions, to his scrawny, hunched figure that seemed to bony and twitchy to be of any use. Tilting his head, he was truly perplexed as to who this was and why exactly he appeared. The mans next words solved the question.

"Here to fix, yes? Injuries from the battlefield, tsk tsk, can be bad!"

The man was some sort of doctor, or at least a medical administrator of the ship, but even so, Sevral stepped forward as the man produced a large back, probably filled with medical supplies, but then found himself being pushed away. However he looked, Sevral was somewhat shocked to find he was stronger than he appeared, and the man seemed to be no stranger when it came to invading one's personal space. He watched the man with daggers in his eyes as he leaned over Keyra, and couldn't help but note Von's earlier mention of strange crew members. True enough, from what he'd seen there was no lacking in interesting species and people, but the man seemed like nothing but a human. Rather simplistic, though his intrusiveness was something to be leery of, especially, no doubt, if he had some sort of scalpel, or any other medical instrument for that matter.

"Hello!"

The overly enthusiastic call brought her out of her semi-slumber. After Sevral's covering her with the sheets she was immediately warm and half asleep. Turning her head she opened bleary eyes to see an aged man peering over her. She startled slightly and pulled back from him. Her gaze flicked from the stranger to Sevral who was also staring at the man with daggers in his eyes. The swordsmith didn't look all too pleased at the proximity of this older man. Even so, the intruder seemed to know something about treating the wounded.

Dragging back the sheet that was over her, he peered at her wounds. Had she enough strength she would have dropped the man to the floor at his sudden intrusion. Instead she only took a breath and reminded herself that he was there to heal her. With a firm hand, he reached underneath her and helped her upwards into a sitting position.

"Now stay there my dear, we'll get you patched up in no time!"

He reached into bag that he'd brought with him and pulled out several items, a couple of vials of liquid, a bowl of some strange mixture and bandages. Keyra eyed all of the items as they were placed on the table next to her. The elder man seated himself gently on the edge of the bed and reached for her while holding the bowl in his hand. A kind of salve smothered his fingers and he gently put it on the burns across her chest and stomach. The white mixture smelled nice and it cooled her skin, easing the pain effectively. Keyra couldn't help the sigh of relief as she closed her eyes, feeling every muscle seemingly relax all at once. The sound of one of the vials opening had her attention and she looked to the elder.

"Drink this, it's a bit bitter, but it will help to speed the healing and ease your pain. Many of your ribs have been broken, there's not much I can do for that, but if anything was cut internally the drink will help heal you faster. This one will stop the bleeding," he continued as he opened the second vial and poured it on a cloth. The cool liquid stung slightly as he applied it to the cuts and gashes all across her form. When he finished he pulled out the bandage and began wrapping her entire upper body with it. Some of it staining red immediately.

"In the meantime, take it easy. I usually proscribe sleep, but seeing as many aboard this ship don't listen to said advice, I'll leave it at that. However, I will say," he stopped for a moment as his eyes dropped to the enormous sword leaning on the wall, "You shouldn't wield that thing for a while, at least until your ribs are fully healed."

With a smile he patted her shoulder gently and stood, "There! All fixed! Oh, and the Captain is here as well if you're interested to see him," the elder quickly packed up the rest of his stuff and left the room without another word. Keyra looked to Sevral and gave him a soft smile. Looking down to her armor she pulled herself to the side of the bed. Slowly she reached for it and grabbed the leather and gold armor. It was tattered, but it was better than what she was currently wearing. Gently, she worked the armor on and fixed it back to her body.

Tightening down the leather strings she winced slightly as the pressure pushed on her tender ribs. Standing, she tested her body, the salve and other potions taking effect. She could feel the tightness of the bandages, but they seemed to alleviate any pain left behind. It was almost like she was being held together by the cloth. Instinctively she reached for the belt of her sword, but thought better of it. Having the extra weight on her back was probably not a good idea so soon. Instead she made her way to the door, her wings still limp behind her. It would be some time before their strength returned.

"Come, we should check on the Captain. He above all else should be attended to. Can't have our Captain dying on us, now can we?" She said as she left the room and headed for the deck of the ship.

Sit back and be unaware of what's happening, even though he trusts the man as part of Von's crew, or lean over his shoulder to watch each and every action, and by doing so, possibly cause the man to slip up. In a way, although the answer would be obvious to anyone else, it seemed Sevral was completely lost to his correct mind. Despite what logic dictated, Sevral remained over the doctor's shoulder, his eyes following the man's hands as they did this and that to fix the Vall, though raising an eyebrow at the salves and strange drink. It wasn't until the man finished, stood and made his exit did Sevral allow himself to breath. He was almost certain he'd been holding his breath the whole time, but then again if that were the case he knew he'd be needing the doctor next.

Looking to Keyra now, he returned her smile and was about to protest to her already being up and moving again, but thought otherwise. Perhaps it was at this point when the man realized it was he who was really wanting to sleep, and knew he wanted the girl to sleep not only because she needed it too, but because he'd be able to rest peacefully himself knowing she was doing to same, and not roaming around. Either way, he pushed the thought aside. Sleep could wait for now, so instead he simply helped with doing what little he could to aid her in putting her armor back on.

"Come, we should check on the Captain. He above all else should be attended to. Can't have our Captain dying on us, now can we?"

Sevral nodded and managed a slight chuckle before responding. "Suppose not, just so long as you're sure you're okay." Following her out the door he shut it silently behind him and proceeded above deck to where he found Von's crew hard at work, already having begun to bring pieces of the wreck onto the ship. Looking around, he didn't even bother focusing on one thing, but simply scanned over the many people bustling to move crates or cannons, then his eyes fell upon the assassin.

"Well this is interesting," he said, more to himself than anything as he started pacing towards the man who was still where he'd left him. It looked like someone had tended to him, but it seemed no one felt the need to move him anywhere. Kneeling down next to him, he observed the prone figure, checking his weapons and considering plucking the book out of his grip. Smiling somewhat, Sevral tapped the man's cheek, trying to wake him. He still felt quite a grudge against him, but for now he'd be civil. One moment alone however, he'd make sure the mage knew exactly what he'd done wrong. "Wakey wakey," he spoke.

After a moment Sevral simply stood, his attention suddenly caught by something he'd just noticed out of his peripheral vision. Stepping over to the side of the ship, the swordsman looked down, his head tilted slightly to one side. It appeared like Von and Ocenia, or whoever that other snowy Vall was, were talking in the center of the clearing. What intrigued the man more so than that, however, was the monument that stood as a backdrop to them, four stone figures carved a dull grey. Glancing over to Keyra, Sevral shrugged.

"Found the Captain, should we visit?" He wasn't entirely sure about interrupting the conversation, but then again, the way the girl had departed and left Von, from the looks of it, whatever they had been talking about hadn't tickled either of their fancies.

"Found the Captain, should we visit?" Sevral asked from his position against the railing of the ship. Keyra looked to him as she'd been observing the crew and the rest of the companions. Gavyn looked to have fallen asleep on the deck, the mage was unconscious from his blood loss, though she didn't care much for him anyway. She'd given a short laugh at Sevral's attempt to wake the man moments before. In her mind, she wouldn't care if the man died in his sleep. Though, that would take away from her giving him hell for attacking them.

"Yes," she answered back, though she hadn't looked out to the area yet. As she approached the plank that led down to the ground, her eyes settled on Ocenia's Vall form walking away. She raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as the serpentine woman from before chased after her. Vorra was it? Keyra thought that sounded right, but didn't dwell on it any longer. Instead she turned her eyes to Yo'Von who was left in the open area near what looked like a huge monument. The statues were of people she'd never seen before, except for one. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at the figure in the center.

The face was strikingly similar as was the rest of the form. Keyra moved and started down the plank to meet the Captain halfway as he'd been making his way slowly to the ship. He looked the worse for wear, probably feeling much like she felt. Tired and worn out, however without the luxury of time to rest properly just yet. She flicked her eyes back to the statues as she took the last step off the plank, avoiding the many crew members who were pulling and pushing carts of random items onto and off the ship. The Vall's eyes followed one pair of workers as they made their way out to the crash site of the pirate ship that Yo'Von had destroyed.

She returned her gaze to the Captain once more and looked up to him as she approached him, "You did quite the number on their ship. Was that planned? Or was that luck?" she asked with a soft smile. Then she turned her eyes over his shoulder, looking once more upon the figure of Yo'von. A younger version of himself she was sure. With a slight nod of her head, she motioned to the statues.

"Care to explain that? Or not just yet?" She didn't mind either way. It was only curiosity that drove her to ask. The statue was indeed something to marvel at, but if he didn't wish to talk about it, Keyra wouldn't push the matter. All she cared about at the moment was his well being. Turning, she went to his side and waited for his answer, allowing him to continue on wards to the ship while she followed slowly next to him with Sevral in tow as well next to her.

Von Dranosk

Von looked up from his feet to see the familiar faces of Sevral and Keyra approaching him, he gave a feigned smile as to shadow over his own self loathing in the moment. Which only landed with a moot voice in his mind as the young vall began to look him over and joke about the events that transpired.
"You did quite the number on their ship. Was that planned? Or was that luck?" she said as Von could catch the glimpse of a smile on her face, however he wasn't in the mind to answer as he peered away towards Layla's ever distancing form. "Care to explain that? Or not just yet?" Von heard from behind him as he looked back at Keyra motioning towards the monument.

This time Von was able to find the strength to answer even if it was a minimal response.."Just a few old souls that could use some rest.. and right now this old soul could use some food and something to drink" saying as he gave his shoulder a stretching turn in its joint.
Von placed his feet on the ramp leading up to the ship and brought his fingers to his mouth, with this he gave a loud whistle and several heads poked out from over the railing. "Alright get everything put away and make ready to sail, we have a destination to reach and time to make." The heads popped down away from view and the sound of feet on the deck grew with more pace.

Von on the other hand was contempt to make his way on board and head to the kitchen for something to fill his stomach.

Footsteps crunching on the rocky soil caught the vall's attention first, but she disregarded her follower until the voice rang out clear over the air to the woman's icy ears. Layla said nothing at first, her feet still carrying he toward an opening in the tall rock walls. It would indeed be a long way home if I were going back to Ophidia, the snow angel thought to herself answering Vorra's question without words. Flexing out her wings the chilling eyes slowly moved until they spotted the woman and all her glory. Even though she had her own features that represented the slithering being that she was it did not take away from her own natural beauty. Others would clearly argue with the angel, but she did not see those beings that were different as disgust to her own eyes but instead as a great feature the natural world blessed them with.

"I am home," Layla replied with a crooked smile gracing her purple lips. Her head shifted slightly as she thought about her mother and father. They had her out of wedlock, it was not a secret. Anyone would have noticed with her two halves making a whole person. Now that Ocenia had gone into hiding the vall was able to search for her parents out in the wilderness of the Herth that would have been home to her vall father. Her mother, she had already learned too much about while wandering the landscapes of Konclave. "At least partly," her voice faltered as she glanced back only to see the others ready to board the ship. It was clear then that Von had ideas to leave soon. "You may want to scurry back, Vorra. They are about to set sail toward their next destination. I'm sure I'll be fine on my own." Her wings spread out trying to catch the mood of the wind, but just as she felt her moment to take flight silver eyes bore down on her with such fury it caught her breath.

Flinching, the snow angel took a step back from the rock mountains as the rage continued to bore down on her from an origin unknown. His voice slithered up her spine and stabbed her in the back as he warned to turn back. "I..." her voice lost its power as the eyes flickered with their fury and the voice spoke again but only to her. It stirred the princess within but did not wake her. Go. Back. his voice stop with each word and she shook her head. She did not want to return to Yo'Von. He did not approve of her or the princess being aboard that ship. He did not care like.... Gavyn... her eyes widened as the voice told her to return once more. She was about to leave Gavyn!

Keyra followed Captain Yo'Von back onto the ship, taking care for each step as she moved. Noting that Yo'Von was moving in the direction of the kitchens, it was only then that she realized how famished she was. All of the fighting before hand had done a number on her. It was her only thought then, food.

Turning to Sevral she gave him a small smile, "Would you like to join me to eat? Besides," she turned her gaze to the Captain who had gone some distance ahead of them down the hall, "I think he could use some company."

Sevral wasn't paying much attention to anything Keyra or the Captain had said, but instead found his gaze locked on the man of stone whose figure was modeled with such meticulous care to represent Von. The swordsmith's eyes swept over the monument as a whole, then one by one he zeroed in on each person individually. Designing and crafting swords was one art that Sevral enjoyed, but the beauty of such finely sculpted beings, the man couldn't help but marvel at the amazing detail. It wasn't until the other two had decided to begin moving did the man cease his starring and turn quickly to catch up.

Back on the ship, following the two down the hall, Sevral stopped a moment as Keyra turned to him. "Would you like to join me to eat? Besides, I think he could use some company."

There was another beauty to behold before him, the man found as he simply stood for a moment, contemplating the Vall's words. Whether or not he truly understood what she'd said was a different matter, as the man's mind was currently entertaining and weighing which looked better; a man to be forever commemorated in stone, each and every last detail of their self and person embodied in cold rock, a snapshot of Von's life, or quite simply, Keyra.

After a moment, the man smiled warmly in return, nodding politely and gesturing for her to continue. "Of course," he said. In his mind, he still chose the latter.

Her eyebrow rose as she met Sevral's gaze. He was eyeing her in a different manner, almost as if he was admiring her. For a brief moment she felt her cheeks grow warm and she bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to fight off the slight embarrassment. Keyra was relieved when the taller man motioned for her to lead the way and agreed to eat with her.

So, she turned and started down the hall, well aware of his gaze on her as she walked. Her wings were still limp, and dragged slightly behind her. There was no feeling in the long lustrous limbs. It would take quite some time before she could feel them again and hold them in their proper place. Though, at the moment she wished that she could bring them upwards as it felt awkward to walk with them dragging pathetically behind her.

Keyra entered the dining area where she'd watched Yo'Von go and made her way to the kitchen to get find out what was being offered to eat. She remembered that they had the fruit of her homeland on board and it had been quite delicious. Finding what she was looking for, she took one of the fruits, some meat that was being served and bread.

Taking a seat, she waited for Sevral and hoped that their Captain would join them as well.

In the kitchen, Sevral waited for Keyra to gather her food and then served himself. He wasn't too hungry, but even so he allowed himself a few meats, cheese and some bread. As far as the fruit went, he'd save that for later. The Vall was already seated when he'd finished, and he glanced around a moment to locate Von. Shrugging, the man took a his place next to the girl.

He wasn't entirely sure what to say or do, but sooner or later he'd have to restore his swords. It wasn't that strange for the man to eat and work, but considering he was on a ship and in an actual dining room and not next to a burning furnace, it might have been a little off. Nevertheless, Sevral needed something to do, and it was becoming more than annoying to look down at his craft to see it in such a state. Without further thought, the man untied his belt, removed the two weapons from his sides, and laid them on the table off to one side.

"So," he said, "Still feeling okay?" Pausing, Sevral thought that that single statement probably wouldn't merit much of a conversation, so he decided to add to it. "Just curious, what's your take on everything so far?"

Sevral took his seat next to her and she watched him as he took off the belt that held his weapons and started working to repair the hilt of one. Her gaze dropped down to her ruined armor and she frowned. The usually brilliant gold pieces of her armor were dull, scratched and bent in. Keyra took a bite of the fruit as Sevral spoke while he worked.

She let the sweet fruit spill in her mouth and savored the taste of it before swallowing and answering him, "I feel fine," she said absentmindedly, "I don't know what to think about everything so far. We've met a high and mighty councilman who's taken an interest in me that I'm not keen on. Pirates attacked us because they were after the Princess. We've now acquired an assassin among our ranks whom I would still love to shove my sword through.

"The Princess almost killed me several times in the space of a few hours. I don't think her and I will be getting along all that well," Keyra sighed and put down her food, "It seems there are very few people that I've somehow not angered on board this ship. Finally, we're supposed to go find another coin that matches the one that Yo'Von has. I'm dreading that part of our mission. More so than the fact of finding what it is that's destroying cities and towns."

Keyra intertwined her fingers and leaned on her elbows on the table. With another sigh she bowed her head forward and stared at the food on her plate. She gave a soft shake of her head, "It seems I'm no closer to finding my parents killers than I was when I first started out on my quest to find who ever it is."

The Vall closed her eyes for a moment before returning Sevral's question to him, "And you? What do you think about this so far?"

Von Dranosk

The time of battle had long passed and while everyone was still slightly on edge aboard the Wind Mire, all was beginning to ease down from such a freight. Von was quick to call the others to ready themselves for departure when he once again boarded his ship.
The crew hurried to move everything that they managed to scavenge from the wreckage of the pirate vessel with very little discrimination from what they were actually picking through. Weapons, wares, and provisions were soon being put away in their respective places. Some of the crew moved pass Von and his companions as Keyra and Sevral made their way towards the kitchen as before Von broke away, his destination lay in his own chambers.

While Ocenia who is in fact two beings within one body, the other being an empowered soul who calls herself as Layla. Began to leave on her own venture with Vorra in tow trying in her own way to bring the young girl back. However it was then that Ocenia began to speak up for herself as she did not want to leave the others behind and Gavyn most in particular.
It was in that state of mind that Vorra was able to escort her back aboard the ship and to the fore of the ship as the crew finished loading all that they seized below deck.

The ship lurched one final time as it ripped away from the dirt of Herth and bobbed into the air towards the south, leaving the silver glint of the monument behind in the dull sunlight. Several men looked over the side of the ship to survey what was being left behind, ragged sections of the enemy ship were left jutting out of the ground as if a field of large tomb stones. Piles of bodies left to burn while others still remained intact only to serve for the nourishment of Herths animal life.
Rioma rang the bell as the ship was now underway and far from ground, she struck its large brass form and it sounded out its toned called without pause. Most of the remaining crew moved below deck preparing for whatever was to come next and some began to seek comfort against the days already hectic nature.

Von's own sense lead him back to his cabin and his shirt was off before entering his door, to his dismay most of the room was still littered with the aftermath of what Ocenia had done and even small shavings of ice remained on the walls, still unwilling to melt. His boots padded away on the deck trying to make sense of his own directions as his mind and stomach vied for control of reason. Stained hands poured a fresh bowl of water from a pitcher on the floor and Von quickly washed to clean the filth of battle from his body and he soon changes clothes. Choosing to wear an older red tunic that he still bears fond memories for since when he last wore it.
Placing his weapons back on their respective racks Von leaves his room once again and breaks at the end of the corridor into the kitchen where Sevral and Keyra are speaking. He walks past the two as Wyn cooks from a large pot in the back of the room. She had just recently returned from showing Gavyn into his own quarters while allowing the newcomer Adnan into the final spare chamber across the hall. Her own feelings about what has happened have gone muted against the understandings of the others.

While she worries in the back of her mind Von steps to her side and takes a roll from the end table, she does not startle and she does not care. Seeing as what state he was in she did not feel it was good to try and overturn whatever he was trying to do.
To this Von sat at the table with Sevral and Keyra doing his best to maintain his composure in the moment as he began to greedily devour the roll in his hand. He looked on at the two before him as they continued their conversation and wondered to himself as he could not place where it was that Vorra had gotten off to, but wherever it was he was sure she would return in time. Rubbing the wounded shoulder Von eyed over towards Keyra as she spoke of her past.."It seems I'm no closer to finding my parents killers than I was when I first started out on my quest to find who ever it is."
his head keen over as she spoke once again. "And you? What do you think about this so far?"

Von takes the opportunity to speak as he swallows his last bite and pours a glass of water.
"Well.. honestly I think we are boned, I mean I haven't been on a mission for the council that hasn't landed me in trouble yet." He laughed a small bit as the last of the glass was topped off and he reached down to take hold of it.

Dean woke up suddenly with a start, finding himself not where he last remembered being, but in a bed instead. Glancing around, he realized quickly that he was totally stripped of his armor. Finding it put away neatly on the small table next to his bed, he rolls over, and tries to stand. Exhaustion and everything else from the battle prior left the assassin completely lost for strength and energy, and he soon found himself sprawled out on the floor. It took several tries until the man could actually drag himself up, memories flooding his head as to what happened before he blacked out.

Looking at his armor, he noted all the damage and repairs that would be needed, what a pain. Grabbing his spell book quickly, his finger flicked through the pages until he found what he was looking for. Reciting the few simple words, he felt the magic surge through and around him before suddenly a chest had appeared on his bed. Opening it and producing several clean pairs of clothes for himself, he awkwardly and still rather painfully got changed, and then attached his sword to his waist.

That being done, he reversed the spell and made his way towards the door. Outside and down the hall he could hear people talking, and above deck he could hear the constant movement of the crew. He must be on the enemy’s ship. Or, well, not the pirate enemy but the other enemy, who for whatever reason left him alive, unguarded and with all his equipment. That probably wasn’t smart, but for now it remained to be seen.

Moving down the hall as quietly as he could, even in such a state the assassin was a deadly master of his art. Cracking the door to what appeared to be a dining room or kitchen; the man’s gaze fell upon three familiar faces. Considering his options, the man found that hunger overruled all temptations of murder, and thus he simply walked in, leaning on the doorway to support himself so he wouldn’t collapse again.

“So,” he said as calmly as he could, “Who decided to start this party without me?” Without waiting for an answer or caring that he interrupted, the man took the closest seat to him, and then simply waited to see how everything was going to play out.

"Well.. honestly I think we are boned, I mean I haven't been on a mission for the council that hasn't landed me in trouble yet," Yo'Von gave a soft chuckle as he reached for his glass that was filled with drink. Keyra couldn't help but smile as well, a soft laugh bubbling in the back of her throat, but she restrained it as she was sure it would hurt her ribs. She raised her eyes to the Captain and nodded as she finished chewing her food.

"Yes, I suppose you have a point there," she said with a soft sigh. They had seemed to grow closer in the last few days, especially with everything that had happened recently. All of the fighting was enough to pull even the most irritating of companions together. She thought of Ocenia and Gavyn, wondering how they were fairing after everything. She put another bite of food into her mouth and took a drink of water from the cup she'd gotten.

As she finished, she heard the door creak behind them, but she didn't turn to see who it was. Keyra had thought that perhaps one of the others had come because of the driving call for food to fill their stomachs. However, that didn't seem to be the case. The voice behind her sent chills up her spine, the feeling of dark eyes on her back made her even more uneasy as she sat there.

“So, who decided to start this party without me?”

Keyra turned sharply, her deep purple gaze looking over her shoulder to assess who it was that spoke. As suspected, it was the mage who leaned against the doorway and then moved to take a seat inside the dining room. The Vall had shifted the chair backwards, turned swiftly in one full motion and reached to her lower back where the handle of her weapon was. Except, she'd forgotten that she left her enormous blade back in her room, and to add onto that fact, her fast movements irritated her ribcage and she found herself down on one knee on the floor, gasping for air.

One hand clutched at her broken ribs from her thoughtless actions as she winced and hissed in pain. Trying to regain her composure, she lifted her head and sent a deathly glare towards the assassin. Her hand clenched in a fist, cursing her current state of being. Had she not been half broken, the Vall would have been upon the man in mere seconds, most likely with her blade shoved right through his chest.

"No one invited you, mage," she hissed in rage, "Don't think I've forgotten what you tried to do. I should end it here and be done with you," her eyes flicked up and down his form, "You reek of treachery..."

Dean watched as the Vall turned to face him, only to collapse. He then simply stared, half amused as she spoke to him, her words acid but seeming to not affect the man one bit. Smiling somewhat, he stood and stepped forward. Truly he wasn’t listening to her, but then found himself on the floor too. With a grin he spoke, though his tone seemed to have within it sarcasm and entertainment, rather than spite.

“Ha,” he mused, “You’re still angry and I find it funny I try to help, just to remember that I can’t even support myself. Pfft, times like this show one’s true nature I guess.” Thinking a moment, the man continued as he leaned up on his elbow and rolled over, sitting up painfully. “Ironic isn’t it; that we’re in the perfect position to kill each other, and yet both unable to do it because of damage inflicted… Sort of a pity too. I am sorry,” he paused. “I’d see what I could do to mend this, but I don’t have the strength to use any of my healing magic.”

Shaking his head and chuckling, the man looked up to the Captain and swordsman, not at all afraid, but still not reveling in any sort of ill-conceived victory. “I can’t even stand…” Turning fully to the Captain now, the man addressed him with his last words.

“I’m Dean by the way. I don’t know why it matters, or why I’m even bothering with telling you anything, but I suppose it’s the pain speaking.”

Sevral looked up as he heard the door open, his gaze moving over Keyra's shoulder to where the Assassin stood. Immediately the man stopped with his work, standing quickly but not yet moving across the room. He didn't seem to be in any condition for combat, but still the man was ready as one hand wrapped firmly around the hilt of one of his swords which still laid on the table before him.

“So, who decided to start this party without me?” he had said before taking a seat.

The swordsman simply rolled his eyes and grit his teeth, trying to not send back a remark he so wished he could. Adjusting his line of sight for a moment, Sevral watched as Keyra turned abruptly, her hand moving to where he sword should be, if it was there. Only when the vall fell forward is when Sevral moved, though he took up one of his swords before doing so.

Kneeling next to her, Sevral looked to the Assassin as he stood, and shot him a look that could've just killed him on the spot. Unfortunately that didn't happen, and he simply watched as the mage took a step forward, only to end up in most the same position as the woman whom was currently voicing Sevral's own opinions too. The mage's rebuttal was far from comforting, nor did they make up for anything he'd done in the past. It seemed he was almost pitying everyone, including himself, but Sevral felt no reason to be sorry. “I’m Dean by the way. I don’t know why it matters, or why I’m even bothering with telling you anything, but I suppose it’s the pain speaking," he finished. Sevral was about to say something, but this time Oc-- Layla, spoke up.

"Though not all of us are in such shape..." The man glanced back, watching the woman.. Vall, for a moment as she moved around the room, taking up several pieces of fruit before continuing. "Why..." she said in between bites, "are we keeping that scum on the ship anyway? He was trying to kill Ocenia..."

With that, Sevral looked to Von. He was wondering the same thing as well, it didn't make much sense, but he wouldn't question Von if he had a good reason. The assassin was obviously wounded, he even stated so, but then again his words were meaningless. Still, no matter how much Sevral wished to relieve the man's shoulders of the heavy weight of his head, he had a fair side to him, and wouldn't strike down a man unable to fight back. That's part of the reason he couldn't... No, now wasn't the time for those thoughts, but if Von was keeping him because he was wounded, Sevral felt it would better serve everyone's greatest interests if he was simply dumped off at the nearest village. What happened after that was none of his concern.

Sevral shook his head in distaste at the prone mage and then looked to Keyra, helping her into a sitting position and then slowly standing her up, wrapping one arm around her to support her. "Well, Dean..." he said, not really trying to hide the acid in his tone, "For whatever power that has granted you the permission to continue on living, you should thank them." The man was looking at the wound in his shoulder that his sword had inflicted, and frowning with the fact that it was a mere inches just above his heart. The passing through the snowy Vall's wings had altered it's trajectory just enough to allow the man to continue on. "Personally I don't see you as worthy of receiving such a reprieve, but so be it." He paused, thinking on something a moment before continuing, though addressing Von now. "How long is he going to be with us, Captain?"

Keyra watched as the mage introduced himself, her scowl growing as she glared at him with deadly intent. Then the Princess walked in, she was in her Vall form, so Keyra knew that the woman was no longer Ocenia but someone else entirely. The beautiful Vall swept passed them all and helped herself to a bit of food before confronting the situation. Her lips asked the question that was on Keyra's mind.

Sevral started to help her up then after looking between them all. She figured that the swordsmith was trying to evaluate the situation, though the cold look in his eyes directed towards the mage was one that even she didn't know he could possess. As they stood, the young man put his arm around her, supporting her firmly as she stood and tried to get her balance back as well as some of her pride. The broken ribs were painful enough, but having been beating to nothing at all by the assassin in front of her was an outrage in and of itself. Her eyes flicked to Sevral's sword which he held in hand. For a mere moment she thought of simply unsheathing the sword and going after the assassin. Keyra almost did as she thought, her hand twitching with the thought and the anticipation of running the weapon straight through the one who called himself 'Dean'.

"Well, Dean... For whatever power that has granted you the permission to continue on living, you should thank them. Personally I don't see you as worthy of receiving such a reprieve, but so be it. How long is he going to be with us, Captain?"

Keyra frowned and turned just enough so she could see their Captain still seated at the table whilst in the strong hold of the swordmaster. She raised an eyebrow at him in question but didn't ask as the other two had already done so for her. Instead she voiced her opinion on what should be done with the traitor.

"I say we leave him at the next possible opportunity. Let him find his own way in the wilds of Herth, it will be sure to kill him in no time," she ground bitterly, "Nothing good ever comes from having a traitor amongst company."

Layla's icy gaze narrowed at the captain, but deep down she knew he was right. An assassin of any type lived by their code, which typically was backed by hard earned money. Taking a couple more bites out of the delicious fruits, the snow angel stepped toward the table and accessed her companions again. The feeling began to rise in her chest that she had at least made a few enemies out of those that tried to help her counter part; however, this could not have been avoided due to the large natural change in their personal abilities and personalities. It was then that she wished she could pull out the lovely silver flute and play a hymen as soft and peaceful as Princess Ocenia.

Instead, the angel decided to try an ability that Ocenia held closer to her heart, allowing the room to breath a moment before her icy magic slithered over the others in the room to mend their broken bones. It was all she could bare, the cracking of her own ribs and some fractures to her limbs as she concentrated on their own injuries. Soon Keyra was able to breath, without fear that the cracked rib would nick a precious organ, even Dean could feel his own wounds mending while Layla took them as her own. It was soon a little more than she could bare before the air warmed once more and the angel leaned against the counter. For a moment she felt Ocenia stir deep within her mind, but it was only a moment and the princess vanished again.

"I'm gonna... go check on Gavyn," she whispered. Each step was harder than she had imagined, but soon she found her way out the kitchen door and into the halls of the Wind Mire. With every movement Layla had to reassure herself that healing the others was well worth her own pain, but it was difficult with her own selfish personality. Everything told her to return the pain to their owners, but if Ocenia, the weak princess, could handle the pain of others than Layla would be able to as well. And now she stood staring at Gavyn's door.

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Von Dranosk

Von can feel the air in the room getting lite as a mist of cool sensations begin to work up his spine.
It was at that point he could tell that it was the angel doing this and in some way he was happy that she was doing something that wouldn't just serve herself, however it would have been nice that she spoke out about this before had.

But for the moment the effects of the spell like power was enough to wane his thoughts on that subject as he could feel the swelling around his chest lessen and the bandages start to slide down under his shirt.
The angel stood and looked around before saying she was going to check on Gavyn, Von was certain there were aspects of her personality that she shared with Ocenia. Or else she wouldn't be worried about the man most likely still asleep in his quarters.

Her steps leaving the kitchen were soon replaced by another set coming towards the door and Rioma's large form filled the doorway, dropping herself a bit to make it through the opening she moved into the kitchen.."Captain... We are back on course and will be over the marshlands in several hours." She has several objects in the grasp of her two lower arms while it seems she was using her free hands to operate doors and the such.
Rioma makes her way to the side of the table and edges herself over towards Von as she take a large scroll which as she unrolled it turned out to be a map containing several sections of Herths landscape.

"From the package the council left us we should be heading here.." She pokes the paper on a marker that only reads the name Cassadine. Von leans over and take another sip as he looks at the small black dot that indicates the city's location and smirks. "They said that we were heading towards a city, Cassadine is anything but." He leans back in his chair and takes another small bite of his handheld meal and looks at both Sevral and Keyra.
"Around ten years ago that place was one of the smallest towns that province of Herth contained.. barely around two hundred living there and not many homes to speak of."

Rioma rolls the map back up and tucks it back under her arm along with the other items she held and turns to leave only stopping to speak when she makes it to the door. "Izzy says we should be there in less then thirteen hours, so I suggest you all get some rest."

"Its alright for now seeing as he is rather at the mercy of whatever could happen. But then again he was the one being betrayed in the first place and didn't you ever hear the saying?.. A sellsword can never turn on you unless you pay him to. So the moment he was on board they should have known better of him," Von said. Then addressing Ocenia, or rather Layla as it were, he added, "Well of course he would try to do such a thing, its what he was payed to do.. but now that his employer is for lack of a better word detached from the contract I think he has gotten some breathing room for now."

Sevral had to admit he was right. The assassin was probably no threat currently considering the one who'd hired him had simply blown him off, and then gotten blown up. And then now, considering all the circumstances, it wasn't worth killing anyone else, unless of course he had some grudge against having a sword, knife or whatever else hit him in combat, but that was simply an occupational hazard. It came and went with the contract, he supposed.

Suddenly though, the swordsman was dragged from his contemplation as the room went cold. A chill ran up his spine not just because of the fact that the icy magic was once more being expelled, but because he wasn't sure if it meant that once more the woman was going to begin a blizzard for whatever reason. When instead the man found that Layla was helping everyone, mending them in exchange for taking on their injuries, Sevral had to say he was shocked. That hardly seemed like the Vall he knew, the one whose soul seemed to be as cold as the magic she wielded.

Looking to Keyra, he loosed his grip slightly, smiling as it seemed her ribs were once more intact, allowing her to breath without whatever pain surging through her. Of course though, he still didn't really want to let her go, for fear that perhaps Layla might undo whatever she did, if it were possibly, and also because he enjoyed holding her so close to him. Her presence, especially now that she was well once more, was one that brought a warm, calming feeling, contrary to the hateful, vengeful one he got from the mage who really didn't deserve what he'd just received. Fully healed, the man would do everything in his power to ensure she stayed that way. Pulling her closer in a sort of one armed hug, he then looked towards Layla as she departed. He made a mental note to thank her, then turned as Rioma entered, having to stoop under the doorway to keep from hitting her head.

Unrolling a large map, Sevral took it in as the woman began speaking, updating Von about the progression and doings of his crew, while also pointing out their current location, and then where they were going, a place deemed the marshlands.

"They said that we were heading towards a city, Cassadine is anything but. Around ten years ago that place was one of the smallest towns that province of Herth contained.. barely around two hundred living there and not many homes to speak of."

Raising an eyebrow, the man acknowledged the statement, but didn't do anything else, simply because he wasn't entirely sure how to respond. It didn't really intrigue him all too much, and seemed to be more of an information statement. Nodding, he assumed that would at least suffice.

"Izzy says we should be there in less then thirteen hours, so I suggest you all get some rest."

"Ah, thank goodness..." Sevral said happily, nodding again as he looked down towards the blue-haired Vall, unable to resist smiling. "Would Miss Keyra like an escort to her room?"

Keyra felt the cold wash over her and she wasn't sure as to how to react to it. That was, until it had started to take away all of her pain. The ribs in her body pulled together, causing a bit of grinding of her teeth in response, but otherwise she felt nothing else. Her burns, cuts and gashes seemed to wash away also. There was nothing left of the earlier pain, no strain at all in her limbs. Even her wings were energized. The white limbs pulled upwards, straightening against her back in their proper position once more. Without even realizing, she'd released a sigh of relief as she leaned against Sevral.

His grip around her waist lightened, he he didn't release her. The Vall didn't mind either, in fact she rather enjoyed his embrace. He smiled down at her, to which she returned it. A second later and she felt him pull her tighter against him, an embrace that warm and affectionate all at the same time. It caused a slight blush to fill her cheeks, but it didn't last long as Rioma crowded the doorway and moved into the room to speak with their esteemed Captain.

A map rolled out and caught Keyra's attention. She turned and looked at the layout, nodding at the mention of Cassadine. She'd been there a few times before, a small village at best. It wasn't even worth calling a 'town' the population was so slim. Why some considered Cassadine a 'city' she would never know, but to the people of Herth, it was a village, and it usually didn't see many visitors either. The marshlands were large, filled with creatures that tore through any who didn't know anything better, and was the reason for Cassadine's small population and lack of traders. Those who lived there were brave, strong and knew how to manage life in a dangerous place such as that. The marshes were unforgiving.

At the mention of resting, Keyra found herself enjoying that idea, however she didn't feel like sleeping at all. Sitting down and relaxing wasn't off the table though. Of course, other ideas came to mind, one of which involved her finding her weapon and sparing up on the deck once more. It had been a little while since she'd practiced, of course having just fought terribly for several hours might be equivalent enough.

It wasn't until Sevral spoke to her that she figured going back to her room wasn't a bad idea. Especially if he came with her. Spending more time with him just seemed much more important at the moment. Who knew what would possibly happen in the following days? Would she ever get that precious time again? Probably not. Turning to him, she smiled and nodded lightly.

"If you wish," she said and gently removed herself from his grip. She moved towards the door, ignoring the mage entirely. Keyra didn't want to think about having him on board the ship. However, if the Captain said it was alright, she would find a way to deal with it. Treating him like air was probably best, at least until he proved himself worthy enough to be on board and amongst everyone else.

Her thoughts turned to Ocenia who had healed her... or rather Layla who had done so. The woman was as cold as ever, but her small act of kindness was not going to go unnoticed by Keyra. When she had the chance, she would thank the woman properly, and hopefully the Vall princess wouldn't try to kill her again. Though it was a bit hard to ignore that fact. Keyra frowned as she reached her door and gently pushed it open.

She pushed aside the ill thoughts, her wings twitching with her agitation. Moving inside she turned to Sevral who stood outside the door. A sly grin formed on her lips as she shot out her hand and pulled him inside swiftly. Quickly closing the door, she threw the lock and held him against it firmly. Her wings outstretched, released from their prone position earlier. It felt good to have their power back. A slight flap of her white wings brought her right against the taller man and she lifted her face to look at him.

"Now, I do believe we were in the middle of something earlier, weren't we?" She asked softly, her fingers once again undoing the ties to his shirt, "This time, I won't let you get away so easily," she took a slow breath, "And no one will be bothering us now." Her smile grew as she leaned forward and kissed him deeply.