- Moss Adamaris -
Moss smiled, entwining Isa's fingers with his. He leaned his head on his shoulder, nuzzling for a little while longer, before giving him space. He breathed, he couldn't wait to be in his arms and just fall asleep dead to the world. It had been a long day.
"Hey, don't worry about it, you just relax." he reassuringly patted Isa's shoulder after his request, but he gave him a curious tilt of the head, which turned into
oh-no, when he felt around his belt and looked down to find his spell component pouch missing. "
O thee mou! Did it fall upstairs? --- Isa, have you seen my spell pouch?"
Unfortunately it wasn't in the library, but fortunately, there was a lot of alchemy ingedients here, and Moss was able to find some fish scales. After a brief white glow of his hands, scales dissolving into frost, blue atlantean runes swirling up his arms, and then a quick talking into the air, Moss turned and told Isa Liiana was still eating, but said she will be here in ten minutes.
"By the way, Isa, you've been so affectionate since we came here, calling me new endearing names." He had the curious tilt again, as he helped pick up research papers on the floor. "What happened? Apart from us almost dying and all."
Moss used the bed sheets and blankets as make shift bags, and insisted in moving the chests for Isa. "You'll bleed again if your stitches reopen." he persisted.
Later, Liliana arrived and her eyes brightened at their discovery. She had the eager look of renewed hope, and became more bubbly, more like her cheerful self again, as she flew down the shelf of books. She was going to haul all these to the caravan, sleep be darned! "Maybe I won't need a skull from Theosebia, guys, maybe what I'm looking for is here!"
She was the work horse, flying tirelessly to and fro, carrying bags of books from from the library and then back to the goliath. She brought big blue banners from the shattered dome for more makeshift bags, and even flew in some of Leonid's friends to help retrieve the decayed bodies of the fallen heroes after Moss asked her for help from some folks.
At the end of almost two hours, Isa and Moss packed the last bag, and though he didn't want to give Liliana more work, Moss asked if she could fly them to Leonid's tent to check on Vidya and the caravan. Liliana agreed immediately. They hadn't had word from their friend since the dome fell. They had forgotten to ask, and were now worried.
Now floating up in Liliana's colorful claws, he cast the message spell and talked into the air. Moss expression instantly became relieved, but then the next moment his face fell. "What?" He stared at Isa, crestfallen. " . . . Isa . . . the caravan got crushed."
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Moss stared at what was left of their home.
Vidya couldn't pull the caravan away with her own strength when the tremor started. She and her mother Tova managed to get out with Magni before the floor above them gave way, raining wood, an actual sandboat from the workshops above, screaming people, dust, sand and debris. Her family were safe in a camp of survivors just north outside of Barad Eithel now.
When she went back to see if Manuel escaped, a giant ancient gold archway had already smashed straight through Leonid's large tent and the two caravans. Manuel was dead.
She had managed to slash most of the tent off, clear some of the debris away from Smoky that laid dented at the top of the wreckage with a handle missing, and break a window to get in a part of Isa and Moss' bedroom and push out their chests. The water barrels from the small bathroom above had spilled down their mattress, and cold water from the ice room was leaking down the lower floors; the small orange sapling that had been growing in the tower laid squished between a wheel and a piece of the roof.
All in all Moss was pretty glum when they returned to the goliath with all that they managed to scavenge, including the wet and torn pieces of Isa's hook poem, and a jar with the orange sapling inside.
Katsuya
- Fallen Gaius -
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You may, dear, though I'll have to fetch my wares first." Leonid stared up at all the ruins he has to climb through. " . . . Probably in the morning." He stretched his legs out towards the fire.
L became busy with talking to the air, something about still eating and being somewhere in a couple of minutes. With a long gulp she downed the last of her soup and excused herself. Shadows lengthening and becoming colorful, she left the camp, shapeshifting into that large floating salamander and was once more off towards the dome.
It was Leonid who answered Charon's question. "Probably L, Moss, and Isa, though it was L who carried you here." He and a couple of his friends suddenly perked up at a single beam of light heading their way; the rumble of an approaching engine grew. Leonid waved. "Welcome back, Lilith, dear! Glad to see you still walking."
Lilith would notice that most of the people Leonid had gathered in the tent before they started the mission were huddled around a bucket fire in varying states of injury, though his foreigners friends from the west weren't around. "Oh, and we have a new friend, this is Charon. Charon, this is Lilith."
Pet Panda
Ian Temero