3 - 051: The Third Piece

[K Man]

Newt, Garor and Girud - King Grandil watches the dicsussion about the upcoming mission with wide eyes. He seems ready to speak up, to express his concerns over sailing a vessel directly to hell...then stows his comments and nods.



"Ye are destined for great things Garor...great things. True to me word, I'll march to Ravenshead now with army in tow and offer my aid to Sturmguard."

"I'll ask ye once - come back to Bazarkrak alive."

That said, Grandil ends the celebration early and excuses everyone, giving you all a chance to gather what you need and head to the main gates. Good King Grandil walks you all out, ordering the doors open once again and ushering you out. As the bustle of Bazarkrak picks up, the Dwarves following orders to move about and get the army active, King Grandil looks surprisingly calm.



"May the Forge-Father watch yer journey and cast yer souls anew if he sees it fit..."

That said, you melt into the Earth and return to you companions...
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[EDIT: Forgot Krysta. ] Caelith, Hero, Garor, Newt, Girud, Galdren and Callian - [Woohoo...look at the togetherness!]

The DemonWing gently nudges against the wooden dock as the night begins to fall, blanketing the lands in a stark darkness.

After a bit of discussion, you are confident of a few things. The first is that Ravenshead will be secure in your abscence. Through brilliant diplomacy, the Dwarves of Bazarkrak and their army of constructs march towards the human city and 'The Knights of The Purest Star' also make their way to Ravenshead, thanks to Krysta.

Hopefully it will be enough to stem the tide of darkness that has taken the land...much like the night that is upon you now...

You become aware of Ungurth, the inivisible first-mate wearing a mock-skeleton costume coming to the top of the gang-plank. With a nudge, he steadies it for your boarding and motions with a single finger to come forward.

"It is time to sail..."
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Romar and Yuri - [Man, you two and your giant posts. Excellent work!] Veya calms herself and turns back to her mount, stroking its feathered neck softly. She looks to Yuri first, speaking in an even tone - like a commander.



"You have my thanks Yuri, and those of my riders. We are indebted for your deeds and I will admit, your presence and my knowledge of your..." Veya pauses, seeking the words in her mind. "...condition does unnerve me. But you have given me no reason to suspect transgression, so I will consider you friend for now."

The young leader turns to Romar next, but still addresses Yuri.

"And yes, I do feel for Romar and he is aware of that - we have discussed it at length, but it is a matter for a time when the lands are not at war."

Veya turns her gaze from Romar with hesitation, desperately wishing it were not the case. She takes a leap and places herself firmly in her mounts saddle. She pulls the reigns tight, forcing a high-pitched squeal from 'Vraak'. She looks to the East, to the expanse of ocean there.



"You wish to find the Hidden City and you also wish our support...or rather the support of my riders at Ravenshead."

"To both ideas we agree, and we are mobile enough to accomplish both. We will carry you now, to the other side of the bay and arrive several hours before dawn. We will focus on finding shelter for Yuri from the coming sun and should none be found, I will allow you to remain beneath Vraak's wings until the following night."

"However, once shelter is found or the city itself, my riders and I will head for Ravenshead and announce our intentions as protectorates."

Veya lowers her voice a bit, muttering barely above just to herself.

"Where I will wait for Romar to return." She looks up. "Are we agreed?"
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[Japic]

Girud's as ready as he'll ever be for hell. Gather up my things, and step across the gangplank.

[Wizard]

From chaos to darkness...

His winter clothing in a bundle on his back, Callian walks up the gangplank and onto the ship.

[BluSpecs]

Garor strides up the plank on to the ship filled with misgivings.

Well lads and ladies we best get to going, Hells not going to get any nicer....

[Merovingian]

Newt almost skips onto the boat as the excitement of a new adventure seems to drown out what should be a time for apprehension.

[Jevva]

Galdren follows the others up onto the ship, glancing around and taking in the ship with interest.

[Hero]

Hero steps on board and takes up position out of the way of the crew, but towards the front of the craft. She wants to keep her eyes peeled during the journey.

[GeneralMHB]

(OOC: I enjoyed typing that post and the scenario done. I can't bring myself to RP like that on tabletop for some reason. Vemu did a very good job as well *applauds* )

Yuri listens with deep interest in Veya' response, obviously touched with her sincere thanks.

Words cannot say my satisfaction to a simple phrase such as that spoken. But onto more pressing matters. Yes, I agree with what is spoken. If the ranger holds no objections, we ride for the "Hidden City" as it is called.

He waits for Romar's response and the signal to take off, preferring to ride with one of the riders for the simple reason of not being detected as undead by clerics.

[VemuKhaham]

Thanks. Indeed it's hard to rp such lengthy speeches when you have to do it 'live', and I find that one of the primary advantages of online rp'ing, so I try to use it as best I can. And I like the situation, again I say it is truly inspiring me.

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Romar still feels uncomfortable with the words spoken by Veya and Yuri about their relationship in the open, and finds no other answer but to nod slightly as they speak of it. He decides to let it rest for this moment, and continue to regard the importance of hurry in this undertaking. The sooner they'll all be away from this place, the better.

"Then we are agreed. We shall now fly over the sea towards the mountains, where the Hidden City presumably lies. Is everyone ready?"

He says this as he starts to make final preparations for departure. Romar is ready to fly.

[Fangor the Fierce]

Krysta gathers her clothing, and steps aboard the ship. She surveys the crew, and their garments as well. Seeing Newt and Garor, who seemed to trust them even before the decree of Sturmguard, she feels a little more at ease.

Krysta addresses Garor, "I hope all is well in the dwarven kingdom. Although they have been known to hide out in their reclusive state, I am sure that when the time comes for them to show their resolve, that they will truely stand up to whatever sinister plans the Master has. I am glad you and Newt have joined us on this newfound path."

Turning to Galdren and Girud, "The Knights have decided to stand up to the Master. They have longed for a chance to show their worth. They have rested enough, and their weapons beckon for evil to slay. The fires in their souls have been awakened, and they make their way to Ravenshead, to aid King Sturmguard. It seems as though the Knights of The Purest Star will answer the call for aid. It is a good sign, in this darkness that surrounds this world. Let the tides turn against the Master, and let us be the wave that crashes down on him from above!"

She readies herself on this ship, turning to Hero once more. "It would seem that we are to be on a long journey. Should the magic wielders need it, I suggest rest, to ready their minds for the upcoming trials of the depths of Hell. As for a lookout, Mordrock here can aid as well. His keen eyes have been a great help in the past. I am sure they can serve the same purpose now as well."

"Mordrock! You will aid in being a scout. Keep a sharp eye out for anything that we should know about."

Let us just hope that this little endeavor is not some clever way of this Emirikol to tell us to 'Go to Hell'. This crew, this ship, this whole scene. If we should survive, this will surely be one tale that will forever be on the lips of storytellers and bards as well. That is...IF we survive.