Fantasy ▽Journey to Lost city of Vesi▽ [clsd]

[TheCrowKing]

Anziium​

Now, when he told her to go ahead without him, he hadn’t meant to pick him up, only to turn around and drop him harshly back to the ground. Landing upon the solid ground, only to have what little air was in him to be suddenly knocked out of his lungs, he turned a more than mildly irked, blood-stained gaze up towards his crewmate. If he was about to die, he was at least going to let her know the sudden rush of a ground-to-face sensation was not appreciated in the slightest. Yet, as he looked upwards, Anziium was met with the blurred image of a vividly colored mass. His eyes opened just the slightest bit more, trying to take in whether or not he was seeing near-death hallucinations or this was some other hellish beast that had suddenly been unleashed here at the end. Wouldn’t surprise him, honestly.

Before he could make a determination, the hefty surge of water came crashing around them, slamming down in full force to sweep at them. It hit like a train, peltering him from above and all around him. Briefly, did his mind flicker to that horrific dream of choking on sludge-ridden water, a spark of panic surging through his once limp body to rouse him into a fit. He clawed at the water, wildly searching for the surface to gather a breath before he did truly die. It wasn’t how he’d figure he’d go, but this wasn’t exactly ideal.

Darkness would soon come, sweeping over his vision to engulf him and what would soon become his watery grave. Yet, it wasn’t unconsciousness that came, but rather the disgusting damp inside of a creature’s mouth. His lungs ached as he hacked out the brackish water while on his hands and knees, weakly spitting up the concoction of contents that had managed their way down his throat in those frightening seconds between watery doom and what appeared to be safety. Anziium still wasn’t entirely aware of what was happening, only that Beaux’s shrill scream and a bright light were making him more nauseous than he already was.

 

[Nobody_314]

Flynyas​

Upon completing the casting Flynyas braced himself for the impact of the crashing water. He hoped that Zephriel would truly hold on to the simple commands, lest the situation would get even more dire than it already was. Whenever he animal shapes, Flynny keeps quite a majority of his wits about him. Years upon years of practice has aided in that, but for newcomers the transition can be a bit... jarring.

He looked around through the cloudy water, relieved as he spotted the large looming shape that took them in. With a few blinks he gained his bearings, counting the other figures of Anziium and Beaux within, silent and screaming respectively. With the first sigh of relief he had been able to have for who knows how long, he sat down on the wet tongue, cross-legged.

Good, she got them all time to wait out the ride up.

Flynyas observed the two others as he sat there, both in quite critical condition. He would have to properly treat them as soon as possible back on the boat, but not before guiding wind in to its sails to push them as far away from this island as possible first. They breached the surface, Zephriwhale opening her mouth allowing them their first breath of fresh air. But for now, the best medicine he could administer now....

"Wow, if I had a silver for every time I have pulled the old whale maneuver, I'd have two silver.... which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice."

Likely met with little response from his injured audience, Flynyas wove his hands over his mouth, the glow from his ring signifying a spell being cast. The somatic motions ended with drawing a line from his lips, and down over his throat. At which point he patted Zephriwhale on the inside of the mouth, and from his lips came the sound of a whale call (Speak With Animals).

Spoken in Whale-inese: "That was perfect Zephriel, but before I change you back if you could take us closer to the boat that would be best. I doubt our companions here are up for the hike."

As they approached the vessel, Flynyas also called out to a few of the swarm of birds to retrieve his bag and travelling companion, promising them some roasted nuts from his stored food in return. She was used to this by now, and would know to just climb in the bag when they approached. Surely however, she was already there, tail deep in their rations.

 

[bonesbo]

BEAUX & JOD

Beaux scrambled away from the edge of Zephriwhale's open mouth as she glided through the water towards the ship. The heat and humidity of the island in contrast to the damp, dark, and cool cave was refreshing, providing a bit of comfort to the hydrophobic aqua-man. He placed his one good hand for balance along the inside of the mouth, though his other ached and burned something fierce.

Eventually, the crew came upon the surprisingly sparkling majesty of Mercury. For however long they were gone, the ship seemed to keep herself clean, some rustic repair to the hull, and pulled away from where they crashed into the rooted shoreline in the fog. There was still a hearty cloud of fog around the island, but it was much higher and thinner from when they first arrived, the heat of the suns burning away much of the fog throughout what was seemingly a day in the hot, dry season.

Beaux, even through his delusion, pain, and nausea, was able to sense something amiss. He hesitated as they approached the outside of the hull, seeing where he and the pink one almost took a tumble from the deck. The minor hole was repaired, crudely. Or perhaps it never existed at all.

He turned with caution to those in the mouth, mostly Anziium because Flynyas had encountered them only on the island. "Ay thenk somethans off..." He mumbled to Anziium. He turned to look upwards at the deck from their position from the water. "How de ye ken we get up there?" He reached out towards the wood of the hull, sprayed with sea water.

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[TheCrowKing]

Anziium
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With the sudden onrush of fresh(er) air than that of the grotesque blooms of Infinite, the tiefling could finally breathe easier. That damn intoxicating scent had released the crew of its clutches, currently sinking to the very bottom of the sea with its twisted masterminds. A shuddered sigh of relief slipped from his lips as the realization that they wouldn’t be among the masses lost to the secret cavern, brainwashed or otherwise. They were safe for now, hunkered down in….actually, he hadn’t a clue as to where they were.

Pulling himself up from upspewing inhaled water on his hands and knees, Anziium blearily looked around their dark and damp surroundings. Being of the race that he was, the dark didn’t much bother him, he easily identified Beaux and Flynyas among the two silhouettes crouched with him. It took more than a few moments for his brain to process the prior minutes leading up to Zephriwhale. Oh...wait…

“Gah!--” He huffed, rubbing his hands upon his filthy trousers, much rather having them crusted in dirt and blood as opposed to whale saliva, even if they had been saved by the quick-thinking. Thankfully enough, he wouldn’t have to endure the odd experience much longer, not like our peachy neighborhood druid who had supposedly traveled in a similar fashion prior to their meeting. Sunlight filtered in as the sea creature opened its mighty maw, the diplomat having to squint his eyes so that they could adjust to the outside world. “Are we finally out?” He questioned, slowly rising to his feet as not to slip with his wobbled balance. A grey hand rested against the siding of one of the giant mammal’s teeth, taking most of his weight as he awaited a confirmation they were free to leave this hellish location. It didn’t quite come in the fashion he expected, making him cup his head with his freehand at the answer.

“What now? What could it possibly be now?” He sighed, “If it's another bird, we kill it immediately, no questions asked at this point.” Gingerly treading closer towards the edge of Zephriwhale’s mouth, so that he might see what Beaux had called attention to, he merely frowned. “Did they have another attendant fetch the ship and repair it….?” His bronze gaze blinked a bit at a sudden realization. It was possible that if that were the case, that Caywood’s control would have dropped on the servant, which meant it's possible someone else had survived. Drawing his tongue over his cracked lips, he called out to the open air. “Hello?! Is anyone up there?”

 

[sheppard]

Warily... Nostarion started to sit up in the bed of the crow's nest. The crew came, it must be them, Nostarion could feel it. They called out after some small chatter they couldn't really hear, seemed to be discussing the ship.

Nostarion poked their head over the edge of the nest and looked down, their fluff of a white and pink mass of hair tossling in the wind as they looked out. "U-uh.. Hi! Hey!" Their voice getting more confident and louder. They supported a gentle wave to the one with horns.

... How'd they get a pink whale? Looking over the creatures there, their crew was not what their dream originally told them, but nonetheless they recognized the horned one.

"Ju-Just give me a moment! I'll be down in a seco-" And before they could finish their sentence, their figure POOFED out of visual with a little puff of air, causing the birds that were perched around the nest to erupt in squawks and a scared flight.

And all at once, the pastel fluffy figure appeared over the deck with another puff, leaning over the railing with one leg lifted up and back in curiosity as they leaned over. "I'm here to help you!" They exclaimed, "I'll be right back. I think I saw a rope ladder below." And while turning away and another puff, they vanished from sight.

A minute or two past before another puff and they were back on the deck, tying some rope to the mast and then throwing the rough rope ladder down to the direction of the whale. They got to their knees, hands on the railing while they looked to the crew. "So what'd you do to the island? Is there a reason it's gone?" ((Claimed by Hugo))

All the birds where definitely more cacophonous, all aflight and cawing as most of the island was submerged, save for a few branches still visible and poking up, masses of perched birds trying to take refuge of what was left. Many more had become perched on the clean deck, ropes, and nest of the ship. Pooping. Something Nostarion did very hard to clean up.

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[TheCrowKing]

Anziium
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His gaze had scanned the railings of Mercury, hunting for any sign there was sentient life aboard the ship, something more than the clusters upon clusters of birds that sought refuge from the sinking island. Someone or something had to have been aboard to repair the gaping hull, whether that have been prior to their final dealings with Caywood or not was the question; and whether they were still there. If by some chance they were hostile, he wasn’t particularly certain how the crew would address the problem, given most were critically wounded. It doesn’t matter, we need to leave. We’ll deal with them after we get on the ship.

The tiefling’s attention would be drawn to the pastel head of fluff that poked over the railing, his unkind gaze glaring harshly at their unexpected presence. One could say he wasn’t exactly feeling very diplomatic, as he didn’t wave back to the stranger, his barbed tail stirring uneasily near his ankles. Anziium’s suspicion would only grow as the individual appeared to disappear and reappear across the deck, causing him to blink as he was taken aback. Drawing a hand across his blood-crusted eyes, he couldn’t quite tell if he was having a lapse in his vision or if he actually was seeing this stranger flit around. Toying around with the thought was merely too much after the previous events they endured, he opting to drop the internal debate for now.

That question was soon replaced with another, they claiming they were here to help them. Had Harmmish sent them? No...surely that wasn’t the case, they had had no contact with anyone outside of Infinite, at least, he didn’t think so. Nor did there appear to be a second ship, so that didn’t make sense. He was silent as he let this question evaporate from his mind as well, leaning heavily against Zephriwhale’s teeth while the figure had ran away from sight. He’d only stand and step over the teeth as the ladder was released down to them. There was no guarantee any of them had much strength to climb it, but they couldnt just sit in the water.

Taking the coarse rope in hand, Anziium began to pull himself up, pausing and holding on tightly as he grew dizzy from the efforts. On one of these such pauses, he rest his head against the side of Mercury, calling up to the stranger above. “Two members of our crew were lost to the horrors of that island. I do not feel as though now is the time for storytelling when people are dead-” And with a final huff, he heaved himself over the siding, hoping the others could climb on their own, least he tumble right back down and splash into the water below if he bent over the side.

 

[bonesbo]

sheppard @ Juju @ Caligena @ Nobody_314 @ TheCrowKing

BEAUX

Beaux looked over when the new pastel person claimed the island from which they came was gone. He didn't need both eyes to see that indeed his damage was done. Hundreds of birds cast from their marshy home turf of weaving roots and canopies.

He only pondered a second before reaching for the rope ladder. As he climbed, he kept his grunts of pain, frustration, and exertion quiet, even though the task was very difficult while notably only using one hand, keeping the other tucked beneath the "new" cloak he sported, covering his left half. Beaux heaved himself through the railing guards and flopped onto the deck for only but a moments to catch his breath before pushing himself up to stand.

He squinted at the figure, swaying in his stance. "I dinna ken who ye be, or whahche business may be. Buh Aye-" He doubled forward, thankfully catching himself, his hand grasping Anziium's shoulder for support. He turned towards the railing and puked whatever acidic discharge may be left from the horrors and foul he consumed within Infinite... Narrowly missing Zephriwhale to her right, splooshing into the ocean and mixing in the purple acid bile.

Beaux gave a heavy sigh as he fell to a knee, his hand holding the railing as he looked down into the waters. "snochsniel..." He murmured with a wipe of the mouth. He looked over his shoulder at the new person, a suspicious side eye. "If ye were here tae kill us, yer doin a graet jop... Th' island sank cos we had tae escape. Whatevae they creatures wur, thay had a stoatin explosav stomach acid." He looked back to the Flynyas still within the pink whale's mouth, not really wanting to question how in the first place Zephriel turned into a whale, or how she would get back. He was too tired to consider such possibilities. Not his problem.

Beaux stood up, supporting himself on the railing. "Aye.. Aym a tad wee peckish... Ah will be doon in th' scullery eating real fairn." And with that, he slowly made his way past Anziium towards the doors that lead down, absentmindedly swiping at a fowl that kept diving and honking at him, flapping aggressively.

 

[Nobody_314]

Flynyas?​

A single bag lied nestled in the twisting vine like roots of the trees on this island. It was tattered and worn with the signs of constant additions and repair sewn on to it, but otherwise just a bag with many pockets, pouches, and a single earthy red tail swishing out of it. The small mischievous creature finished excavating the current pocket, popping out and immediately scrambling in to the next.
It had been a while since he returned...
She slunk out of the pocket, mouth full of granola, chewing slowly as she observed the many ducks meandering around the island.
He always does though. So for now~
Many more pockets of traveling rations fell victim to her scavenging in the hours that progressed. That is until a sudden earthquake deep below the island sent her scrambling out of the bag. The island heaved and shifted, and water began to flow from the forming cracks as she frantically searched around the quickly crumbling landscape. She did not leave the bag though, standing atop it and waiting for him to return.
The birds were leaving the island in swarm with the exception of a small flock that separated from the rest, descending to the bag and squirrel below.
Interesting. But not the first time.
She climbed in to the bag, hoping that he had not promised any of the roasted nuts or granola. Best that was left were some scraps of pecans and sunflower seeds.

Actually Flynyas this Time
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The crew of the Zephriwhale approached the ship, seeming to have been repaired from its rather abrupt docking. Flynyas knew not of who all was supposed to be on the ship, so he was not initially concerned at the sight of another on board. However, the confused visage of his wounded companions aroused suspicion. The intent of the stranger seemed friendly though, as few would offer a rope to their wounded enemies. Flynyas stayed back as the wounded Anziium and Beaux clambered up. After they made their way on to the deck, he tied the end of the rope into two loops, utilizing years of shelter creation experience to form a sturdy knot. He placed a foot in one of the loops, and with an outstretched hand he dispelled concentration on the Polymorph spell placed on Zephriel. He caught her arm as she transformed back to semi-avian form, releasing after he could get her foot in the opposite loop and take hold of the rope herself.

"Stranger" He called out above them "Do you have the strength to lift us both, who likely only account for the weight of two thirds of a grown human? We need to begin treating everyone's wounds immediately. Beyond broken bones and burns, the two on-board have significant toxins in their system."

As they awaited being hoisted aboard, a flock of the waterfowl flew in to view hoisting a large bag beneath them. They deposited the bag atop the crow's nest, followed by a cacophony of squawked protests and defensive chittering.

She ate all the roasted nuts didn't she...

 

[sheppard]

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Nostarion
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Within the crow's nest... The squirrel found a mess of blankets, books, and a telescope when she was deposited with the bag. The nest indeed looked like a comfy nest for someone that had been residing there for a couple days... or a couple weeks.

Nostarion stepped back from the deck as the whale shrunk down to a humanoid size. The two below swung as they thought about the magical transformation. Sure, they had some magic but nothing like that. That was incredible! It took them a moment to process the question asked of them. They blinked and stepped forward readily, a smile crossing their face.

"I'm not the strongest, but I can certainly try!" They said, taking hold of the rope and wrapping it around their wrist for good measure. The heaved and dug their soles into grips they could, slowly pulling one hand forward in front of the other, then attempting to walk backwards: enough to bring the two in at least reaching distance of the deck. Little bits of sparkle and mirage sorts of effect began to sparkle around them, and it looked like their form began to blur. With the tied crystal around their neck began to glow a more steady light blue, it seemed they were able to pull back farther and help the two aboard. They were by no way means truly muscular, but clever enough to figure that micro-teleportations backwards would keep their grip but further the hoist up.

As soon as Flynyas and Zephriel were safely aboard, they collapsed with a large huff, splaying their arms as they released the rope; faint rope burns left across their skin. They laid on the deck for a moment, breathing and watching the birds from above. Their pendant died down in light, but a few hovering sparkles remained around them as they started to sit up.

"Can I do anything to help?" They looked to Flynyas, who seemed to know what he was doing and might? be in charge?

 

[Juju]

Zephriwhale Zephriwhale waited patiently as each of the crew members stepped out of her mouth and onto the ship. The ship. Just seeing it made her ginormous heart swell with a sense of relief that would have made her eyes tear up if not for the fact that they were already wet with the sea water. Could whales even cry? She knew not, nor how long it had been since she had seen that metal monstrosity that was The Mercury. For some reason she felt like it was a long time, even though the ship looked almost exactly as they had left it, save for a rather fluffy looking person leaning over the railing. They had fluffy hair, almost like threaded clouds. It occurred to her that she did not recognize this person, as she would have remembered the strange way they poofed from one spot to the next.

Her fins slowly churned the water below, though she shifted ever so slightly as vomit splashed into the waves beside her. Zephriwhale gave a low rumble, but did no more to show her displeasure at the fishy boi. Finally the last crewmember had left her mouth, leaving only the small creature, who soon lifted the spell.

Zeph The first thing that she did was retch, only there was nothing left in her stomach that she had not already emptied in that rotten kitchen, so nothing came out but a choking cough. Though battered, beaten, and dangling by her wrist, Zephriel didn't seem to care about that so much as what was in her mouth. She splashed some of the seawater in her mouth with her free hand, burning her throat in a thick, cloying bitterness, but it was much preferable to...everything else.

"Disgusting! This cannot be happening. Did you.... did I just...?" she sputtered, then quickly clung onto the rope, ripping her hand away from Flyn as quickly as she could. "Nono d-dont touch me! By the suns... I was a whale. Y-you turned me into a whale?! W H A L E!?"

Zephriel clung to the ropes and managed to glare at the tiny man in equal parts fury, confusion and fear. Her matted hair fell wetly upon her face and her wings were in tatters, but she was alive. She knew very well that this man had saved them from a watery grave, and yet she would never forgive him for putting her through such a humiliating state. Her mouth still tasted like blood, dirt and acidic goop. Groaning from the thought, she closed her eyes and held onto the rope. Her arms were so weak that they shook from the simple effort of clinging on to the rope, which was only worsened by the weight of her waterlogged wings. She leaned her head against the ropes and snapped a little when the fluffy bean spoke.

"Just hurry up and get us on the boat!" she hissed, struggling to stay on the rope.

When she was finally on a solid surface she collapsed, broken wings splayed out across the deck and her chest heaving. Everything ached. The sun fell on her face, bright and hot, so she covered her eyes with a hand. She was too tired to do anything else, so she just lay there pitifully. That is, until she heard Beaux seemingly saunter off as if the whole exploding island was nothing but a spot of spilled milk. How could he be so nonchalant? It lit a fire in her chest, boiling up until it was hotter than the flames of a phoenix.

"You!" Zeph shouted, sitting up as quickly as she could. "No, don't you DARE move, you moronic amphibian! You think you can just walk away after that stupid stunt you pulled back there? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? You just about killed all of us! First the kitchen fires and then the explosions... ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED? Or was that your plan from the start?"

Slowly the memories of fire and rot were coming back like the ebb of waves, but only now did she realize that she was the only one alive here that had witnessed Beaux's crazed outburst. Her stomach clenched and a chill went up her spine. "You don't think I forgot what you did in the kitchens? What in the nine hells is wrong with you? You attacked us when we were just trying to get you out of there and... oh gods Magen..." Zephriel's flash of anger was halted as she clasped her head with a hand, her eyes wide and distant.

 

[bonesbo]

BEAUX

Juju

Beaux paused with his hand on the door down to the lower cabin levels. He barely glanced over his injured shoulder to where the ragged Zephriel spoke. "Ah did what Ah had tae dew. Thare was nuthin tae save. What Ah did was further prevent glaikit travelers lik' us fae getting soul sucked in that realm o' hell. Death happens. Tis a tragedy sure. What happened tae Magen is dowie. Ah weep fur her destruction. Such a wayst o' braw craft. Ye would've been fine if ye left when I asked. If ye mynd, Ah will be setting th' coorse awa' fae this shite site, 'n' awa' fae th' reef so we kin continue oor mission. Ya ken?" He turned further when he finished his statement, his eyes narrowed and cold.

"A'm sure we all need ah meal as well. Considering we've bin consuming bile fur th' last months. Excuse me" He said through pointed and grit teeth. He pulled his cloak closer to his body and turned to continue downstairs.

 

[Juju]

Zephriel

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It was simpler to believe Beaux to be the root of everything that had gone wrong, so Zephriel did. In her mind she couldn't help but think, If only he hadn't struggled against Magen. If only he hadn't caused those explosions. Maybe then things would have worked out differently than they did.

It was wrong of her, but she was angry; at the cursed warlock, at everything that happened to her, and that she couldn't do anything on that island but vomit and cry. Most of all, she was angry at the ease of Beaux's words, as if losing just under half of the crew was nothing but a day's inconvenience. Like a wrench bent out of shape. Leave it behind and get a new one and move on. In a way, that only made the blame fit him like a crown.

Her feathers bristled and her shoulders coiled up like snakes ready to strike. These dark, reptilian thoughts bubbled up until she couldn't help but lash out with venom-laced words."A meal? Two of our crewmates just died to some demonic warlock and its memory-snatching minions and all you are concerned about is a meal!? We could have searched for Magen and Blumenthel if not for your explosions! You killed them just as much as Caywood did! I was wrong to call you an idiot. That term is reserved for someone with a horrible lack of intelligence, not humanity. You're no idiot, you're an animal."

She made a sweeping motion with a hand, as if swatting a pest. "Go! Begone under-deck. You make me sick."

 

[bonesbo]

__DISCORD CATCH UP__

BEAUX
Beaux was nearly down the stairs when Zephriel's words reached him.
No.
You don't say those words to him.
Visions of his former life in the desert town flooded him. Being pelted with rocks, being held under the hose, smashing glass against his "house" shed. Yelling at him. As soon as the word left her mouth.
Beaux slammed his good fist into the wall of the stairwell, causing an indent. His angered strength didn't even cause him to hesitate. He turned and glared at her. His teeth extending to look akin to layers of angler fish's teeth, his pupils growing to where his full eye was mostly red.
"Brave speaking fur someone that juist spent thair time as a scbrushti whale!! Ye better watch afore ah pluck alle o' they feathers aff o` yer scrawny ass!! Sae hulp me ah wull murdurr ye wi'oot mercy juist lik' ah did tae th' dozens doon in that hell if ye dare ca' me that again! Wey're stuck on thes journee togetha so if ye continue tae insult me ye betta belief I'll be serfing you nuthin bettar than the food ye ate downe their cowering like a FRUSGERIL!" Beaux pointed and yelled at her with his final word. His hand then reaching to his belt loop, and slowly pulling out what was once a beer bottle, filled of sickly purple foaming acid. "Ye bettah be watchin what ye eat, shuetshi" He muttered lowly, baring the animalistic rows of aquatic teeth that he bore in anger.

NOSTARION
"Woah woah woah woah!!" Nostarion looked over from where they were, near Flynyas, to where the two most physically colorful individuals were spitting venom at each other. And the blue one actually had what looked like venom They *poofed* out from by Flynny and *repoofed* in front of Zephriel, their clothes giving a small wave as they reappeared. Nostarion held their arms out to block Zephriel from perhaps running and physically fighting. They stared at her with wide, yet warning 'stop' eyes. "Woah," They chuckled nervously, glancing behind them at Beaux. "No reason to get violent! You all escaped! Now-" They gave a nervous shrug, "Now I'm sure you're all tired, and hungry, and hurt... So that's exactly why I'm here to help! Okay? Okay!" They looked between Beaux and Zeph as well as Azni and Flynyas still on deck. "I know how to- I know how to work boats! So why don't I get this baby started, and you all go to your rooms and clean and relax... And as soon as I get us all away from this foggy reef.. I'll start making some food for everyone, yeah?" At this point, they were partially turned between Beaux and Zeph like Chris Pratt in Jurassic World with the Velociraptors.

ZEPHRIEL
It was impossible to mask the fear that passed over Zephriel's face as those razor teeth extended, yet the real danger was in the words that poured between them. Her eyes flicked to the vial dangling from his belt, recognizing immediately what sloshed inside. As she look into those red, alien eyes she felt her breath catch in her throat, and a soft chill wear away at the edges of her snarl. Zeph had always been skilled at letting anger conceal most things, yet even now it became polluted with hot droplets of dread.
"Poison, the weapon of cowards and snakes." she hissed with a ferocity that did not match the feelings of dizziness and sickness she felt after Beaux's words. After what she had seen, this was no idle threat. She had thought she left the monsters behind on the island, but only now did she realize there may be one sleeping across from her room. The tired terror gnawed at her once again. Zephriel narrowed her eyes at Nostarion's inturruption, but she let them speak without interruption. If anything, she was thankful that they had stepped in between herself and Beaux. The sense of relief almost made her want to weep, but instead she wrapped her arms angrily around herself and looked away from both of them.
"Fine, do what you wish. I frankly do not care, but I'd trust you over that thing over there." she stated sharply. While she wanted to go back to her room, she would not step another foot near Beaux and would wait until he was long gone before even thinking of moving. After all that was said she doubted she would eat...or sleep for that matter.

BEAUX
Beaux snarled, though seeming to settle down with the interference of this new creature. Apparently they planned on staying. With a breath, Beaux's eyes returned normal, his lips closing over his snarl. He replaced the vial to his belt and turned away, muttering to himself. He descend past the cabins level and down to the engine and workshop floor was. He slammed the heavy door, sending reverberations throughout Mercury.

ZEPHRIEL
Zephriel flinched at the sound of the door being slammed, but seemed to relax somewhat when Beaux had gone. She felt even more drained than before, in fact she wasn't sure if she could even get to her room on her own. A few moments ago she had been angry, but now she felt numb. Upon inspection, her hands were shaking. She closed her eyes for a long moment, shoulders sagging, until she eventually broke the silence. Her eyes opened, tired and staring at Nostarion.
"If you are here to kill us you're doing a rather poor job at it. So that being said, why are you here? You're a Myr-kul are you not? Do you have a name?"

NOSTARION
Nostarion lowered their hands and sighed, looking after Beaux. Their expression light up and turned to a bright smile as Zeph started talking to them, correctly identifying them . "Oh! Yes! Funny how that's been said twice! No, I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to help. I've been sent on a great journey of destiny and I believe it's my rightful path to travel along with your crew. Iros guided me along the great oceans so I may help you. I've been on your boat now for about a week I believe? I hope you don't mind that I cleaned it up a little. Thank Iros I pulled it away from the shore, the island would've dragged us down, haha!...."
They rocked on their heels and cleared their throat a tad awkwardly.
"Oh! Yes of course! I come from the Northern Forests of L'rune!" They took a handful of their tattered cape like rope and extended it outward as they performed a bow, their other hand tucked to their chest. "My name is Nostarion, successor of Captain Gellis of the Icen Seas! I am Myr-kul, yes." They raised back up. "And you must be an angel! Oh my word I have never seen such a splendid creature before! Your wings are... a shame to be not of their full glory. May I have your name, madame?" They half bowed, extending their hand towards Zeph.

ZEPHRIEL
Zephriel nodded her head vaguely at what Nostarion said about the ship and some prophetic call that lead them here. Her eyes narrowed with a frown when they mentioned having cleaned up the ship, remembering the repaired bow of the ship. So it must have been them. At least they seemed to be knowledgeable... even if such reliance on fate was foolhardy at best.
As they grandly introduced themselves as Nostarion, Zeph flashed a tight, unconvincing smile,"Charmed, im sure."
At the compliment she was left speechless, taken aback by the suddenness of it. The lesser races had often called her people angels, but she had never actually been outside of Sol'rashi long enough to actually hear it. She glanced at the ruin of her wings, and for the first time since the cave actually had the time to take in the full scope of damage. The feathers were frayed and clotted, rotting in placed from the mould of the cave.
One of her primary wings hung limply at an odd angle, broken. Helpless tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. "No, they are quite hideous, really..." She trailed off, looking towards Anziium, the strange hobgoblin, and the door that Beaux has disappeared into. It occurred to her that there was no doctor on the ship, and they had just been victims of unknown toxins and spellcraft. Her head swam, making Nostarion's delicate face shiver in the sunlight. Since she doubted she could not stand on her own, she took up the offer of a helping hand.
"You...you said you were a captain. I need you to sail this ship to the nearest port. We need to contact the institute... tell them what happened. The crew needs to be assessed and treated for lingering ailments...a-and I need to write up a report for the deaths of two crew staff. Kin must be notified, as procedure..."

NOSTARION
Nostarion hesitated, as they didn't receive a name. But they nodded at the urgency of her voice. They drew themself up and looked around, their posture anew with a sense of command and confidence. "Right! Yes of course. Thank Iros I spent my several days learning the mechanics of this ship. The design is a bit complex for my taste, but efficiency is maximized through the steam and sail combination." They nodded to Zephriel as they departed to make way towards the helm, taking hold of their cloak as they attempted for a dignified exit.
They stepped to the wheel and chart tables, glancing over the maps for a moment and muttering to themself. After a subtle confirmation, they reached to the control board. With a precision that seemed practiced and well known, Nostarion began adjusting levels, twisting knobs, flicking switches all across the board. "Power: ON. Engine to start! Clear!" They glanced around the ship to check surroundings before pushing the large button on the panel.
The steam engine churned to life, a series of whistles and puffs of air emit from the back hulking engine as it powered to life. The birds in the area flee from their perches on the boat. With a slow maneuver of a lever, the large paddle wheel at the back of the boat began to turn, both pumping water into the engine for steam conversion as well as direction and force of the boat. Nostarion gave out a large laugh, that eventually turned into a an excited squeal where they then shuffled their feet in their happiness. "I'm sailing with the crew of Mercury!" They announced as they began to haul the wheel clockwise to turn them away from the island wreckage. And thus Mercury was set into a slow motion, paddling its way from out of the reef.


JOD
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As Mercury was slowly guided away from the bubbling waters where Duck Island and Infinite once reigned, the fog slowly became dense, the birds' calls became distant. Perhaps a bit too quickly did the sights and sounds of the island grave vanish. A low purple light of the sun and moon swallowing the steam they mix behind them with the fog.




TIME CHECK: Day 129
Time: hour: 16:42. (Remember- 30 hour days. White sun sets at 16 (rises at 4), while red sun remains constant.)
Location: Remnants of Duck Island
Destination: Outer port of the Escainian Reefs : Port of Rowrood.
Weather: Foggy. Cold and clammy as the white sun sets. Still. Eerie


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[TheCrowKing]

Anziium
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The gradual addition of various weights thumping upon the deck after him was enough to convince Anziium that most, if not all, had made it aboard. This observation would only be confirmed as the looming silence was pierced by the incessant chattering of the Seraphi woman. At the very least, she was ‘alright’ considering she was no longer in the stunned state prior to her transformation. Acknowledging this with a tired sigh, he gradually found his footing and came to stand alongside Beaux, whom at that moment, had decided to use him as a prop whilst he expelled the ‘foodstuffs’ he’d sloshed into his stomach from Infinite. The tiefling’s face contorted into one of disgusted, nose crinkled at the stench of the regurgitated slime. With the partial fear that if he moved, Beaux would either tip overboard or manage to get the spittle on him, he remained the fishboy’s post, gingerly patting his uninjured shoulder in a meager attempt at comfort.

Anziium had hoped for just a moment or so to breathe after that encounter, but it seemed that wouldn’t be the case, not when the two mentioned crewmembers suddenly struck up a verbal fight. Having planned to retire to his quarters for personal care, the tiefling was caught off guard by this unforeseen strike up. Knowing this ordeal was something that fit under his job description, something that he should perhaps take care of, he pivoted himself back around with a curse. Except--he decided the best thing for Zephriel and Beaux was get their spat out now, rather than him breaking it up, allowing these pent up blames to ferment into something far worse. Although he seemed rather disinterested in the show between them, he was actually readied to intervene.

Thankfully enough, he hadn’t had to step in between the two, they ended it amongst themselves. Whilst not in the most pleasant of ways, it was still over for now. Gaze flitting in the general direction Beaux had made his exit, Anziium ushered another soft sigh. I’ll speak to him later about the threat against Zephriel’s wellbeing. For now though, it would be best for the two to be seperated. Therefore, while waiting for the dispersal of the stranger that had for some reason or another been a resident upon the ship, Anziium approached Flynyas, who had just as well stood by during the fuss. He was a stranger, just as Nostarion, but where he was still unwilling to put forth any kind of trust into them, Anziium at least figured the halfling held no vile intentions towards them.

“Before, in the cavern, you claimed to be one of the designated crewmembers for this ship. Regardless as to whether that’s the case or not, I will speak on behalf of the ship and its crew members to invite you to remain aboard. It appears as though you have your fair share of knowledge on medical treatment along with teachings in powerful magic. Amongst those here, I can’t say anyone is proficient in such skills, but would certainly benefit from your residency here. Therefore, until such arrangements can be made, I can offer a portion of my own personal space for whatever use you deem fit. Only, if I might ask for a relatively soon treatment of my crewmates and myself, starting with that young, winged woman over there.”

 

[Nobody_314]

Flynyas​

Flynyas did not reel at the harsh words spoken to him by Zephriel. Transformation is a... unique experience... especially the first few times. She may find herself craving fish or a midnight swim for the next couple of days. As they made their way aboard the ship, he did his best to address her grievances.

"Well, the whale is quite a noble creature. While I do apologize for not acquiring consent, time was of the essence given the circumstance. You did splendidly by the way!"

When on the deck, Flynyas was about to address the question posed by the stranger onboard, but was interrupted by the quarrel that then took place. He felt in no position to intervene, as long as no blows were attempted. The scuffle came to an end as the stranger intervened, fortunately with no more physical harm coming to the already banged up party. That is /not/ to say no damage was done. Flynyas squinted at the now very certainly deranged Beaux as he produced the vial and made such a threat against his own ally. It is true that what Zephriel had proclaimed was out of line, they were all in a state of shock and handling it in their own way, but such a threat was not to be taken lightly. A very important key to survival is picking very carefully who and what you choose to trust, and as a result Flynny was quite slow to trust anyone in even a normal circumstance. This was no normal circumstance, and while it takes a while to build that trust it takes only a single action to send it far in the other direction. A chasm of mistrust had just been opened, and Flynyas would be checking his own meals with high scrutiny should they be made by Beaux's hands.

With the slam of the door dispersing the newly formed tension, Flynyas took heed of Anziium's words but cast a glance at the new face that was gleefully heading away to steer the ship. For now, he would trust the stranger with guiding the ship as they seemed to have no intention of harming them, having plenty the opportunity to do so rather than helping them aboard.

"Yes, absolutely we need to get you two treated immediately. If you have a space that would be available to accommodate that, all the better than laying out cots on the deck."

He could see the swelling of the wound on the back of Anziium's neck even while facing him, and the Tiefling's gray skin had already began to pale since he retrieved him from the cave.

"While it is respectable that you wish to have Zephriel treated first, I need to get that poison in you dealt with as soon as possible. I am not familiar with its origin but should be able to at least mitigate its symptoms long enough for your body to dispose of it by its own means. Please lead the way."

He then turned towards Zephriel.

"That is unless you have any wounds I am not aware of? Were you bitten by any of those creatures? It appears you are beaten up pretty badly and burned lightly like the rest of us, but that broken wing does look nasty. I can do my best to get that on the mend, but it may take multiple treatments and some time in a splint. Please come with, I will start with it right away after I get Anziium stabilized. That is if you will allow me after the whole whale incident?"

His last phrase was ended with a playful chuckle. Even despite the situation at hand, he could not help to push some buttons. Medicine and magic could heal the body, but humor keeps the soul in good shape.

He smile subsided though as he glanced at the doorway where Beaux had descended. He needed medical attention as well, if not in the most critical condition out of everyone here. He or someone else would need to go check on him in a few minutes to ensure that they had not fallen unconscious once the rage and adrenaline subsided, allowing their wounds to catch up with them. He certainly was not going to go down there himself anytime soon however. As he followed Anziium to his quarters, Flynyas waved up to the Crow's nest, motioning for his airdropped companion to follow. She would know to bring the pouch of excess medicinal herbs and implements contained within his travelling bag. He carried a good amount on his satchel, but would likely need more than just that given the state of the two on deck with him.

 

[bonesbo]

TIME CHECK: Day 129
Time: hour: 16:46. (Remember- 30 hour days. White sun sets at 16 (rises at 4), while red sun remains constant.)
Location: Remnants of Duck Island
Destination: Outer port of the Escainian Reefs : Port of Rowrood.
Weather: Foggy. Cold and clammy as the white sun sets. Still. Eerie

BEAUX

Beaux scurried down the back-and-forth stairs, stumbling in his pain and rush. His hand guided along the rail was barely enough to keep him upright as ailment and exhaustion and anger pulsed through him; his head pounding was all he could hear at the moment. His vision was blurry and weird... He was seeing dark shapes outlined in varying colors, blurring and shifting together

Beaux found the door to the workshop, slamming it shut behind him; a sensation that shook most of the wooden framework. He stood still for a moment in the bare floor, though as still as he could get was clutching his injured arm and swaying on unsteady feet. He tasted blood. He slowly raised his hand to his mouth, as a pain and the taste seemed to be the sharpest thing of his sensations at the moment. What he felt was unknown: sharp, jagged teeth in curved rows. Beaux stumbled back, his back hitting the heavy metal door with a soft thud. The outlines and now bluish tones of his vision slowly faded into the grey darkness that filled the room of the workshop. His eyes kept darting back and forth in his panic, and slowly, the darkness felt too dark, and the workshop too small.

Beaux slid down the door to a seated position, choking sobs of fear and anger and pain out. Why was this so familiar? When had this happened before? Why... why did he kill them all?

A bubbling rage boiled into his throat. Beaux smashed his good fist behind him into the door, letting out a shriek of all his intense emotions for several seconds. His scream died down to another sob and he wrapped his arm around himself and hurt arm, gingerly rocking in the pain.

After a couple minutes of controlling his breathing and emotions, the monotonous pain of the burns brought about the disintegration and nullification of the other and all emotions he felt at the moment.

Beaux stood up and went around to the lanterns, turning the valve to allow steam through the mechanism of the lamp and light up his station all around. He found a relatively large piece of reflective sheet metal and set it up to where he could look at himself; removing the tattered cloak he managed to scavenged in the cave. Disgusting. A partial fourth of the left side of his face was patched and burning from acid from when he fell. Not to mention, his left hand was completely blackened from acid corrosion, the muscles and bones all white numb from pain and unable to function. The blackness turned more to purple discoloration to his forearm, dripping downward. His elbow was puckered and blackened as well from where he tried to support his fall, but his upper arm bicep area was mostly covered in cuts and lesser burns. Along his right arm were more slashes were he was attacked with kitchen equipment and syringes of whatever concoction between the acid and the fake acids that he switched out. His hair? nothing much was new there. It was always messy and matted and bloodied and half burnt off. Legs covered in scrapes and burns. His clothes a complete burnt and soggy mess. He lost his hat, and his goggles, and his duster coat.

Examining his nonfunctional arm in his mirror, Beaux started up a schematic sketch of what would be required and what might be suitable on the blackboard station to his right.

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[Juju]

Zephriel

Interaction: TheCrowKing Nobody_314 | Mentions: sheppard bonesbo
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Zephriel saw the crestfallen look pass over Nostarion's face and couldn't help but feel a sliver of guilt for how sharp her words had been. Yet surprisingly enough, the new captain seemed to brighten up again almost instantly and sauntered off towards the helm of the ship. It only made her feel slightly worse, but she reminded herself that shallow pleasantries would have to wait in light of their current situation. She needed to write up reports as soon as possible... and draft a letter to the Solrashi Library. She dreaded the thought of confessing that she had lost one of the most precious artefacts of the library, and considered simply giving up her position. At this rate, she should skip the middleman exile herself, instead of waiting for an official declaration. At any rate it would be much preferable to the dissapointment of her mentor. She sighed, shaking her head as if to rid the thoughts. Right now her top priority was to ensure that the crew made it to a safe harbor as soon as possible.

She glanced towards Anziium and the little man whom had turned her into a whale. Her tongue still had the lingering taste of rot and other ungodly things, but she refused to acknowledge it. Instead she focused all her efforts into pulling herself from the ground. She wished she had asked Nostarion for help, but after not even giving them her name she doubted they would be willing to.

Nonsense. I can surely manage to get myself off the ground! How unbecoming to think such, she thought to herself while planting a hand beside herself and slowly pulling off the ground. Now that the adrenaline had faded, she could feel the ache of her wing and the weakness of her limbs with utmost clarity. For a few moments she couldn't even move, but she grit her teeth and forced her rubbery limbs to cooperate. She whimpered as her broken wing was jolted, but other than that minor setback she managed to get back on her feet.

A sense of weary relief flooded in, but upon catching a few words from Anziium it deflated. She blinked at the tiefling in surprise, her face reddening when Flynyas asked her if she had any pressing wounds. Of course he had to bring up the whale transformation and 'how well she did', which only made her face flush a deeper shade.

"We shall not discuss the whale incident!" she bristled, realizing in a moment of panic that part of her difficulty walking was because she had gotten far too accustomed to swimming. "And Anziium, what on earth has gotten into that horned head of yours? Treat me first? You nearly died back there from casting that incantation! Not to mention the terrible bite on your neck? We have no idea what sorts of toxins you have been exposed to! I hardly think a broken wing constitutes as being much more urgent than your current state! Do not give me such nonsense! I simply cannot believe you sometimes!"

Zephriel followed after the two, cradling her broken wing with an arm as she walked. She seemed rather agitated by Anziium's stupidly selfless actions, but at the same time the familiarity of it had calmed her down slightly. At least, until a horrible screech broke the peace. Zephriel jumped closer to the two and looked around wildly for any mindless servants. When she realized there were no enemies, and where the sound had actually came from, she looked no less scared but much more concerned.
"Actually, Flynyas, save me for last. When you have finished with Anziium you should go check on... him..."

 

[sheppard]

NOSTARION
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Humming along to no tune in particular, Nostarion momentarily tuned out the chatter on the deck as they managed the ship away from the twisted root shore and through the shallows of the Escain reef. If they knew their geography, and they did, the closest port would be on the Western rim of the reef. Rowrood. It wouldn't make sense to go to the mainland, because that's where the crew originally came. To Nostarion's knowledge, it was their duty to progress the crew further along their mission; however, they knew not exactly what their mission may be.

A scream reverberated through the ship, momentarily frightening Nostarion to duck down onto their knees and look around. They exhaled and stood up, and recorrected from the jerk of the wheel. With the difficult navigation through the shallowest portions, they began the process of setting the automatic steering and controls. They had looked over this in their plentiful amount of time while they waited for the crew, but this was the first time actually employing it. They selected the map features to biomes and the 3D feature sprang upward from the constructed table near the helm, the colors filling the carbonitt material to show the correct biomes. With several other buttons and levers set to the correct calibration, Nostarion selected the island of Rowrood on the map. Several lights blinked along what would be the "dashboard" in front of the wheel, before the wheel turned to correct itself and lock into an "auto-pilot" mode.

They sighed contently and nodded, holding the button the collapse the 3D carbonitt map, then they ventured down the half flight of the stairs to where the three crew members stood.

"Is there anything I may do to assist? Set up a room suitable to medical purposes? I can- Make food! I said I would make food! What does everyone like to eat? I can say you all look a bit... ashy in skin tone... OH! What are all of your names? I didn't catch them earlier? I am Nostarion, destined to help the crew of Mercury along their grand adventure. I can do that however needed, but I have the most experience with sailing out of all of you?..." Their eyes looked between the three present in their vastly differing heights.

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[TheCrowKing]

Anziium​

Anziium had just opened his mouth to speak out against the proposed action of medical treatments, ready to insist once more that Zephriel be among the first to be seen. Judging by their current appearances, she and Beaux appeared to be the worse for wear, but with the mechanic currently hostile towards Zephriel, he figured she'd be at the top of the list among them. That, and given her broken wings were currently water-logged, it might be in her best interest to get them seen before it caused further stress upon her back and shoulders. "Truly, it's quite alright." Which was certainly a lie, given that probably the only reason he was still standing and not unconscious, was that the druid had already cast an incantation on him in the caverns, as not to be a dead weight to the group. If he hadn't, he would have drowned. And Anziium was quite aware of the fact. Yet, just as he was about to try again, Zephriel's words surprised him, enough to warrant him turning a questioning eye her way, reconfirming he had heard her correctly.

A silent moment past as he gauged her tone, wondering if she were truly worried, or merely doing such to keep face. Regardless as to where they stood with one another, he knew that his previous actions were justified. Slowly shaking head, he spoke up once more. "I knew my limits and was prepared to handle the repercussions that befell myself if I were to have fallen behind. I merely suggested that either you or Beaux be treated ahead of myself, as for my actions to have not gone to waste. If you truly wish for my to be treated first, I surely hope you aren't lying about any more serious wounds." Turning back to Flynyas, as to gesture for him to follow, Anziium made his way towards the stairs that would descend to the living quarters. "Zephriel, if you were to die due to hidden wounds, I'd be exceptionally angry for wasting my time putting myself between you and Caywood-" He'd leave it at that as they made their way across the deck, descending down the stairway. The trio might have been about halfway to Anziium's end of the hallway when the voice of the stranger from the top deck caught his ear.

"Destined. Right, but of course. Straight from the Heavens-" He rumbled lowly, his patience waning with how utterly ridiculous this exploration had been. If it wasn't obvious, he was exhausted, regardless of what he said or suggested. His skin was certainly discolored, bronze gaze unfocused and red-rimmed as he looked back up the stairs they had descended. Really, his offering of someone else to be treated first must have sounded like it had came from a madman, because frankly, he looked like shit. Blood streaked his face, crusted over from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, perhaps making his state looking a bit worse than he really was. He'd be a liar if he claimed the wound upon his neck wasn't painful, its swollen, throbbing presence certainly catching his attention. Perhaps the pain and exhaustion was his excuse for his next, sharp words.

"If it wasn't obvious by our current states, and the loss of two of our crewmates, we have little to no desire to have engaging conversation with you over tea at the current moment in time. Truly, I'd like to think that if you were destined to help us, as you claim to be, you would been present at the island we just escaped from, rather than being concerned about making us dinner or asking for our names. I'm no hero, myself, but I'd think that if Fate sent me to aid a crew of individuals, I'd at least have asked for their names before appearing unannounced-" The tiefling's tone would remain low as he spoke, clearly unafffected by his own actions. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we're going to go get treated. How about, if you're truly wanting to do something, go check on Beaux and maybe then, if you survive his wrath, it will be clear that you're meant to be here among us." And with that, he turned to continue down to his room, opening the door for Flynyas and Zephriel to enter.

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[sheppard]

NOSTARION
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Nostarion stood silent at Anziium's response. Not stunned nor shocked. Silent. Their ears expressioned downwards and slightly folded back.

In a more violent *poof* than usual, Nostarion disappeared from in front of Flynyas and Zephriel, instead appeared directly in front of Anziium just before he crossed the threshold of his room, almost causing him to walk into them. Their pendant hanging from their neck still slightly aglow from the use of their magic before it faded when they settled.

They perched one hand on the door frame, then leaned, intentionally blocking Anziium's path. The childlike innocence and friendliness of their countenance seemed hardened and indifferent. They did not budge from their blocking position, trying to fill the space with the lack of height they had on Anziium.

"Hey. Listen. I understand your current physical and emotional state, but being friendly towards someone that has shown nothing but kindness thus far is worth the small expenditure of energy. I have been alone at sea for 108 days, disobeying everything I knew to come help you fulfill your destiny because it is written so in the stars and by Iros." They prodded at Anziium's chest lightly. "Because we have yet to know each other, I will follow your orders, since supposedly you know what you're doing along this adventure. But do not doubt my wisdom nor knowledge nor passion in helping you. I hope you can come to respect me, as I have already a great deal for you. I hope you heal and rest well. I will go check on the amphibious one, Beaux." They removed their body from the door frame, and with a small *poof* and *repoof* behind Anziium, leaving a small pale blue sparkling cloud behind. They turned and continued down the stairs towards the bottom layer that was the workshop.

They knocked on the large metal door that closed the stairway to the room, waited for a response, and pressed their ear to the door before knocking again.

TheCrowKing bonesbo

 

[bonesbo]

TIME CHECK: Day 129
Time: hour: 16:48. (Remember- 30 hour days. White sun sets at 16 (rises at 4), while red sun remains constant.)
Location: Remnants of Duck Island
Destination: Outer port of the Escainian Reefs : Port of Rowrood.
Weather: Foggy. Cold and clammy as the white sun sets. Still. Eerie

BEAUX
sheppard

It took several attempts of knocking to get Beaux's attention to the door. Shrouded by minimal flickering light and an intense concentration of schematic creation, he wasn't paying much attention to external elements.

When he eventually did open the door after about 2 minutes of knocking, he open the door just a crack. His eyes were once again covered in a pair of scientist's goggles with a variation of magnifying lenses over one eye. He peaked his head out, looked Nostarion up and down, then pulled his head back in and shut the door without a single word. Whatever Nostarion was about to say, he cut them off and didn't seem to notice they spoke.

 

[sheppard]

NOSTARION
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Nostarion patiently waited outside the workshop, having to knock a couple of times. When the door opened, their ears perked up and a smile came across their face.

"Hi there, Beaux! I wanted to ch-" And then the door was shut in their face. They gave a small huff, their breath disturbing some hair that fell over their face. "Your crew mates tell me that you might need some assistance? You looked pretty hurt, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. My name is Nostarion." They spoke through the closed door.

bonesbo

 

[TheCrowKing]

Anziium​

In a way, Anziium had made the assumption that his spitting comments would easily dispel the presence of the small stranger, it becoming quite a shock when they suddenly reappeared between him and the doorway. Having twisted the knob to present the druid and chronicler his offered space, he had taken one foot into the door, only making it all the more awkward as they met each other nearly head on. While he was none for people stepping within his personal space, he made no action to remove himself, not wanting the ‘child’ to get the idea they intimidated him. Rather, he continued his dry glare, upper lip curling to expose the faintest glimpse of a sharpened canine.

“Well, it appears as though you were 108 days too late to much interfer, hm?” He spat, removing the finger from his chest, just as easily could have had lashed back at them if he so wished; he wasn’t too tired to allow a stranger to talk shit when they had no place. “I know what role I play here; the job I was paid and specifically sent for. Last I heard, your name wasn’t among those that originally boarded this ship.”

It didn’t appear as though their words had meant much to him, because the moment they removed themselves from the doorway, he strode inside, straightening the wrinkle from where they poked his shirt. Of course, he looked like shit, and it mattered absolutely none, but regardless he would do so. Inside, it was a rather empty space, most his clutter encircling the desk in the corner, books stacked heigh on either side of the workspace. Outside of his work and the obvious space he slept, the room could be described as plain. Gesturing to the barren area, he allowed the two to enter. “I don’t know what you might need, but you can use this space for treatment. If cloths are needed, we are located right next to the washrooms. I’m certain there are some there.” He’d mutter to Flynyas, after a moment pointedly shutting the door to the room to lessent he chance of unwanted guests.

sheppard Nobody_314

 

[Nobody_314]

Flynyas​

Again, as tensions rose, Flynyas waited a good two or so feet below eye level and stayed out of the line of verbal fire. The mannerism's Anziium was exhibiting reminded him greatly of the other Tiefling he had met and traveled with many years ago, almost as if they were kin. It must just be a common trait among their kind-
He could not help but be relieved however when the stranger agreed to go check on Beaux. It was a task he himself was not looking forward to after treating Anziium and Zeph.

"Well, getting your blood pressure up is not doing any favors for the whole poison situation, so lets try and avoid that 'k?"

He looked throughout the room, viewing only one bed while he had two patients. Not to mention that it would likely be preferred that their bloody and otherwise soiled bodies be kept out of the linens. In a less sever circumstance it would be best for them to wash themselves, so that any wounds could be properly viewed. This would be possible for Zephriel should she have the strength to do so, but time was of the essence in Anziium's treatment and such luxuries could not be afforded. He fished around in his satchel and produced a small fabric pouch that he handed to the winged woman. It was about the size of a golf ball and neatly hand-sewn.

"I want you to take a seat for a few minutes at the desk and chew on this while I begin assessing Anziium. It is a pulp made form grinding willow bark with poppy, cloves, and mint. Willow bark is for inflammation and fever, the poppy will ease pain, and the cloves will calm your stomach. The mint makes it go down easier. I generally trade this as a treatment for the seasonal Flu, but its benefits should help you start to feel at least a tad better than awful. Whenever you feel you can do so please head to the washroom and rinse so that I can assess the damage to your wings and any other injuries that removing the grime may reveal."

He turned back towards Anziium.

"Please make yourself comfortable, but face your back towards me."

When Anziium had settled, Flynyas began to whispher in a light chant as he traced his fingers above the wound on Anziiums neck. The wound began to grow a dull yellow, and as Flynyas moved his hands down from the neck and over Anziiums back, the connecting veins that carried the poison glowed according to the intensity of the venom that had reached that point in the body (Detect Poison and Disease).

"Ah, now why are you going around acting like your on Death's door. Its not that bad!"

It was pretty bad, the poison had had time to spread pretty thoroughly throughout the body, likely weakened from the other exertions placed upon it. When Patricia entered the room with his proper medical bag, he communicated to her briefly to fetch out his remedy for heavy poison. A small flask and a similarly hand sewn package to that given to Zeph was retrieved by his assistant, this one containing a dry powder that was dull green. He mixed the powder in to the flask and shook it to mix before handing the container to Anziium.

"Please down about half of this. Apologies in advance, it is extremely bitter. Get used to it though, you will need to take a heavy swig of that every morning until the container is emptied. Once you finish the half, I will begin the arcane portion of the treatment."

Flynyas' ring glowed as he began to lightly chant once more, this time pressing his hands over key points of blood flow in the body, such as behind the heart, and resting it there as the light poured form the ring and seeped past the skin (Lesser Restoration). This in conjunction with the continued medicine should eradicate enough of the poison while bolstering his body to fight off any remnants. When the major treatment was completed, he began to clean and bandage the bite wound itself along with any other heavy cuts.

 

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Zephriel

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Zephriel felt the color rise in her face when she received an odd look from Anziium, regretting her words. What was that look for? It was as if she had suddenly sprouted three heads. Prioritizing the severely wounded was nothing short of protocol! Even young children could grasp a concept such as that, but clearly she was raised in a better habitat. One where it was considered rude to stare so much. Why was he still staring at her like that?! The embarrassment only worsened when he brought up his actions during the battle with the warlock.

"Huh? What, n-no! Do not be ridiculous!" She retorted, flashing an irritated frown. "It would be irrational to lie about something as dire as that! Unbelievable! Besides, I do believe we have had our fill of asinine heroics for one day!"

With a huff, she looked away from Anziium. Still, his words did leave an eerie echo behind. She recalled the looming shadow that had lingered just beyond Magen's face when she had pulled Zeph from her stupor. What would have happened if she had not arrived? And what had happened before? She remembered little of those days spent in that moldering heap of books. It made her shiver, but she waited until the other two were looking away before quickly checking her arms and legs for marks. There was nothing new, aside from bruises, scrapes, and shallow cuts she had forgotten about. Nothing major (aside from her wing) as far as she could tell, but she had to wonder if some afflictions didn't leave marks. A familiar chill ran its fingers along her spine.

Before a new rush of anxiousness hit her, the group was intercepted by Nostarion, who cheerfully offered help in return for some names. It was generous, but Zephriel did not trust it. People this officious always had blades hidden in honey. It was part of the reason why she silently hoped for something to snap when Anziium harshly deflected the offer. Quicker than most, it did. The shift in expression was so sudden and stark that Zephriel couldn't help but flinch when Nostarion poofed in front of Anzi.

Her eyes followed the glowing pendant dangling from Nostarion's neck, noting that it must be magical in some way. What had they meant by 'disobeying all that they knew'? Some people could fake emotions well, especially in Solrashi. Zeph had seen enough adders in her time, hell she had faked her way up the ranks herself, but there was an honesty in this anger. Nostarion did not act like they usually did, and yet in such a small outburst she could already see them much more clearly. Their true loyalty, their actual purpose here, it all tied together. For better or for worse, they truly believed in this fate... whatever it was.

There was something else they said too, something that made her stomach swim with worms. 108 days... they had been down there for that long? She grappled with this realization, following Anziium and Flyn in a sort of daze. Had the institute tried to contact them? Months were spent at sea, but they should have reached a port by now. Her gaze was far off, and when she took the medicine pouch she seemed almost surprised to find it in her hand.

She opened it, recognizing the ingredients before the hobgoblin described them. The scent was sharp and familiar, reminding her of crowded ceramic pots and soft humming filtered through leaves. Zeph only half-listened to the explanation of their uses, already educated in it. When he was finished she gave a small nod and withdrew from the room with the pouch, giving one last glance towards Anzi before making her way down the hall.