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  1. It was unlikely that Priscilla would bend simply due to company, if Proteus truly believed such silly notions, then he did not know his mother very well at all. While she might concede an argument in front of pleasant guests, that passiveness would only be tolerated for so long. Shanna cants her head to the side, first to the right, then to the left as though she is seeking some sort of affirmation across his visage, or perhaps simply seeking something that isn’t there any longer. “You seem…tired.” She comments after a moment. Afterall, where was the man who raged in violent tornado like nature who promised death and destruction wherever he had gone? The person that sat in his place was calm, deliberate, and in comparison, well thought. Shanna found this ideal more terrifying than the one who leapt head first into even the most ridiculous of situations. “You should drink more caffeine! I recently discovered coffee, and it’s uuhhhh-mazing!” She chirps, making a grand motion with her arms, as though the last thing in the world she truly needed was caffeine. The servant motioned does not move, instead stays rooted to the spot. He did not need to move, for Priscilla was already there, awaiting them. She stood regally, her hands clasped in front of her as the ever familiar cover over her gaze is set into place. “I see you’ve brought your friend, Proteus. It is a pleasure to see you again.” The woman states, and Shanna offers a dubious look. The last time they had met, Priscilla had threatened Shanna’s very existence, forgive her for doubting the sincerity of the Queen’s words. “IT’s a pleasure to meet you again as well!” She curtsies, despite her suspicion. Priscilla seems content with this course of action for now, as she motions. “Do you intend to stay long?” The Queen asks, peering at both her son and the strange mage beside him. Shanna’s power fluxes, and her visage shifts once more as a vapid smile caresses her visage. “Only if I’m allowed, of course. I am still technically on a mission, afterall. I just was in the neighborhood and wanted to see how my ol’ buddy was doing!” Her hand slapped onto Proteus’ back, though pathetic and weakly in comparison to his larger stature.
  2. We go, we go, we go to war, to hew the stone and break the door;
    For bole and bough are burning now, the furnace roars - we go to war!
    To land of gloom with tramp of doom, with roll of drum, we come, we come

    1. squid peanut

      squid peanut

      We go, we go, we go to war, our hearts are set, our beaks are wet, we won’t abide this foe no more

      For home we fight, from day till night on the battles of field and shore.

      Till swords will break, till widows weep, till the veterans tally scores, we come, we come, we come to war.

  3. That's a good reason to be mad.
  4. Insert screaming here.

    1. squid peanut

      squid peanut

      You have no mouth and yet you must scream

    2. Lacernella Rubra
  5. Luiz’ anger was short lived, like most of the things the man did. However, the rebuttal of the people only made the fury in his heart grow – and his determination to see Akako defamed. For now, he would nurse his wounds and bide his time, but he would likely be back with a roaring fire for all to see. Rin’s attention turns towards Crystal as the woman suggests waiting a night and returning. Contemplating this course of action, Rin offers merely a nod. “Mm, but not here. This place is already known. I’ll need a disguise, I stick out.” Though Rin is not normally one to care about such things, for Akako’s sake, she would don the glamour that would hide the very thing that made her unique. Rin is a creature of comfort, and nothing comforted her more than her own skin, and the knowledge that she is capable of doing whatever it took in an effort to keep her feet planted. Without a home to return to, Rin is all too eager to fight to keep the one she has, and if that means destroying all of Port Caleum so that Akako may birth a new Caleum from its’ ashes, she would happily do so. Momentarily, she finds her curious nature turning to Gin, wondering how he might be fairing against those he chose to track down. “Tell me more of Akako.” She instructs Crystal, though she does not mean to invoke the commanding tone with the woman, it simply comes out as such. It is these small missteps that give Rin vague clues as to her past. Clearly, at one point, she had been used to giving such orders and demands. @Akako Akari
  6. “Of course, dearest.” Eilwen adds to the first, as though it should never have been doubted. As gentle fingertips reached outward to attempt to brush across the gargantuan creature only to find herself propelled backwards in her attempt. A gentle squeak erupted from her gills as the whip used to decorate her hips bore fruition into her hand and crackled beneath the water menacingly. The Zra’lik was not an easy creature, normally a predator, it did not enjoy it’s confinement as prey. Eilwen, for a moment, felt pity for the thing. Such an emotion was quickly replaced by desire to have it within her grasp. The whip did not move, dangling in the air like an unspoken threat as Q’mhya boomed out his own edict and the creature slowed before ultimately, ceasing it’s thrashing and movement. A breath rushed from Eilwen’s lungs, before a smile curled upon perfectly pearled lips. “I knew you could do it.” Like slithering chocolate, her words dripped with envy and delight. While she could mold even the hardest stone into beauty, Q’mhya’s abilities never ceased to amaze her. Perhaps that is what drew her to the Prince in all his animalistic glory. With utmost trust in her gaze, Eilwen moves forward to apply a gentle, pale palm against the creatures forehead, before leaning in to rest her own against the scaled behemoth. “Mmm, I can hear his song.” She whispers, as though it is secret. “So beautiful and haunting.” Pale pink irises turned towards Q’mhya as a smile tugged at one corner of her lips. A webbed hand shot out to take his own, dragging him closer with surprising strength. “Listen to it with me.” It was a song of ages come and gone. The Zra’lik had lived a long life, and yet had longer to go before it saw its light extinguished. The song it provided spoke of hope, rebirth, but also of sorrow, dread, and pain. It moved along the nerves like gentle lightning, the booms resounding in the ears like a gentle bass that simply would not cease. Eilwen hummed a soft, complimenting tune.
  7. Song in the Silence by Elizabeth Kerner has an interesting take on dragons and their abilities. Of course, the classic Dragonriders of Pern dragons are pretty neat too.
  8. If Shanna meant offense, it clearly wasn’t written on her visage. So when it provoked irritation within Kestral, Shanna looked properly sheepish and apologetic whenever annoyance flashed across the other woman’s face. Shanna, instead, tries desperately to give Kestral her full and undivided attention – despite her penchant for slipping away. There were surprisingly few times that Jaw Finder had to draw Shanna back to the group. As Shanna contemplated the words that were coming out of Kestrals’ mouth, the mage nodded and looked pensive for a moment as she considered something. “I like fish, and I don’t mind big guys or fishermen, I mean…they’re kinda essential, aren’t they? Especially on the coast cause you gotta fish for food, so it makes sense that they’re the most common.” Shanna nods to this, as though confirming her own train of thought. However, her contemplation ends when ire is noted in Kestrals’ voice and Shanna’s gaze becomes wide and a gasp leaves her mouth. “Nono, I didn’t mean to offend, I was just trying to understand your powers. See, there’s the theory of energy, light, dark, chaos…well, any school of magic, I suppose. I’m not really familiar with those born into magic, so it’s kinda neat and fascinating.” Shanna explains, her attention rapt once more. “I have no doubt your powers are so much neater than being just a space heater, but I’m sure it’s definitely a bonus!” She chirps. The thought of never being cold would be fantastic, especially when Shanna lives at the base of the Cold Mountains, arguably the coldest area of Genesaris. At the mention of Nymerians, Shanna looks a little disappointed once more, but it is no matter. Ultimately her goal is to gather the book, so any sidetracking or diversions is merely for pleasure and not necessary. “That makes sense, I suppose that one can wait.” However, the mage peals into giggles when Kestral mentions Valovi. “Do you want to go? You could come with us! It’ll be fun!” Shanna chirps, looking to Jaw Finder as she gently wiggles the giant lizan like creatures hand. “You’re coming too, right? To get all soft and pampered?” Afterall, who wanted to go alone? As they approached the Screaming Sea Dragon, Shanna gasps at the large, serpentine skeleton that hangs around the building like an ominous marker. She finds it fascinating and the architecture was most delightful. She stares for a solid three minutes before catching Kestral’s last words as she gives a soft chirp. “Ok!” She follows then, neverminding the smell of fish or that of chum. If Shanna has a sensitive nose, she doesn’t show it. Instead the sweet scent of chowder wafts in on the air, and she gasps at the rolls that are brought out to go with. They are thick and delicious looking, with bits of cheddar cheese sprinkled on top and various herbs tucked within. It smelled heavenly. Shanna practically follows her nose as they found a crowded table to sit at, made only slightly roomier due to the advantage of having one like Jaw Finder with them. Not too many of the fishermen wanted to sit next to them. Once they are noticed (which does not take long), the waitress scuttles over to take their order. Shanna gasps and orders the largest of all the bowls of soup, along with nearly a dozen of the rolls. The woman’s hunger is ravenous today, and she practically wiggles in her seat as she waits. “So, did I already ask what your favorite places were?” She turns back towards Kestral once more, head canting. “Cause since you know the city so well, I thought we could just go wherever you thought was best, and then end up at the VAlovi place so we can get a room and hang out for the night, I’ll even buy you a room!” Shanna offers. “And then tomorrow I have to go to the place.” She falls silent as food arrives, and immediately dives in, only to find it scalding and far too hot. She gasps and opens and closes her mouth several times as she tries to hfashahsha her food enough to cool it off until it is edible. Now that her tongue has no tastebuds left, Shanna scowls at the bowl as though her impatience is its fault entirely. Neverminding that, she wiggles her tongue out of her mouth and gulps down a generous amount of water before her attention turns ot Jaw Finder as she offers them a roll, likely only to be amused by the fact that Jaw Finder might actually eat it. She has yet to see the large creature turn down any type of food, however, and assumes that it is safe for them to consume everything given. "Uhm. When I go to the thing tomorrow could you stick around and guide me back to the airship docks? I'll pay extra, promise!"
  9. Lore is the best. It gives the happy feeling.
  10. Alexandria was not known to play childish games. The last time a creature tried to provide her with riddle like questions and answers, she had cut down the sphinx where it stood. She was not above doing the same to this undead creature that seemed to have a superiority complex. The witch was also hasty, evidence in her adventure to rescue the leader of their coven without backup or a plan. So, Martis could continue to taunt them – but would likely find himself at the end of some very pointy sticks. It was more likely that Alexandria give Natasha the go ahead to rend him useless until her bloodlust was satisfied provided nothing gave her reason to pause. “I do not play games, creature. State yourself or find yourself our enemy.” Alexandria says as her crimson gaze boring into the forest where she could only assume he had gone. She had not seen the initial thrust of Martis’ movement and had been unable to follow his path of direction. The forest around them held many secrets, and few of them were favorable. IF such a sane creature was able to survive in such a place as to call it home, Alexandria had hopes then, for Luna. However, calling Martis sane was a stretch until she knew the extent of his mental facilities. Perhaps he was only a wisp seeking to taunt them for pleasure or to lead them to some gruesome demise. As it were, Alexandria’s gaze narrowed before the hand that paused Natasha began to curl, fingers pointing back towards her palm before it dropped to her side with a clank as metal met metal. The golden witch stood as a beacon among the dark before the snake wrapped around the plait of her hair hisses. And with that, Natasha is given freedom once more.
  11. “It is likely different for the other witches, I only know how my own works.” Alexandria explains, though she gives it no thought beyond that. Attentions must be paid elsewhere and she brings a golden gauntlet up to rub the soreness of her throat, hoping to ease the burning that has not yet ceased, but only slightly abated. The witch, however, was surprised when Natasha mentioned that they were being followed…how had she not noticed before? The undead, partial or not, were an area of her supposed expertise – though while her powers were not yet up to par, she had expected to at least suspect if any undead were about. Perhaps something of Martis’ lineage provided him protection from her senses, or perhaps Alexandria was simply too enthralled with the burning in her throat to notice. Instead her gaze found Natasha when the orc mentioned a follow, and the witch only gave the barest of nods before she found herself bereft of the she-devils presence. From there, it was a whirlwind of blades and fists. As Natasha brought forth her attack, Alexandria followed the rage-filled orc in curiosity, for she trusted Natasha to take care of whatever threat had come for them. Sable sword in hand, she advances upon the duo. She is surprised it is not yet another druid, one of the tree like aberrations that they had run into prior, and finds that it is a creature that looks quite whole and potentially sane. A golden hand stretches towards Natasha, palm upwards and fingers straight in a ‘stop’ motion. Her crimson gaze narrows at Martis as Kamal slithers from beneath her plait. “Who are you?” The snake demands, though Alexandria’s grip ‘pon her sword tightens, preparing for no answer and only more bloodshed.
  12. Eilwen gasps at Q’myha’s suggestion and her pale hands caress her chin briefly in thought as though the answer could be anything except the one she gives him. “I want to keep it! Can we add it to the ranch?” An excited whisper, so as not to disturb the tentative connection being made as one hand curls around the arm of the other, webbed fingers digging excitedly. “Oooo, think of the art and sculptures the younglings will learn to make if we have it.” Eilwen hushes then, not wishing to risk Q’myha losing control and having the best turn upon them as it begins to stir. Slowly its tail swishes back and forth, a gentle current opposite the one that flows through the Bone Forest. As the creature meanders along the seabed, Eilwen watches in unbridled awe. Q’myha’s abilities always brought joy with them for the artist, and excitement thrummed through her very veins. As the creature meandered, it suddenly paused and gave a small sort of thrashing motion. It kicked up the sand and mud from the bottom of the floor and the current strengthened with its temper. “Eep.” Eilwen offers as she grasps ahold of one of the rib like spires that extends from beneath, so as not to be blown away. The Zra’lik was not pleased by Q’myha’s intrusion and began to fight against it, thrashing this way and that as the intimidating maw opened and snapped closed. It turned then, towards them, and rushed.
  13. Rins main attention was focused elsewhere, mainly on the man writhing in her grasp who now stunk of fear and desperation. For a moment, she had contemplated ending the mans’ life right then and there, but found herself hesitating. If Luiz became dehumed at their hands, what would it say about Akako that the very man that spoke against her disappeared while under the care of her attendants? While it was not commonly known that Crystal or herself were in cohorts with the yokai, it would not be difficult for the pieces of the puzzle to be sewn together in the fabric of their lives. As it was, Luiz was trying desperately to wiggle out of her grasp, to which Rin let him a moment later. She watched the man slink through the crowd even as he was pelted with punches, kicks, and shoves. He barely made it to the front door, a bloody heap that collapsed just outside, breathing and alive. There was no remorse from the angry crowd within, nor was there any calming of the beast that had reared its ugly head. Rin watched as the crowd thinned as a few of them took to the streets. A small smile tugged the corner of her lip as her attention turned to Gin only a moment after he had approached. “Yes. If for nothing more than to find where they are hiding.” Rin offers, her crimson gaze settling on him for but a moment before the woman of white disappears from view once more, only to reappear at Crystal’s side. The poor man who had been an unfortunate victim of the voltage that Crystal put out was still writhing on the floor in what Rin could only assume was extreme pain, before he too, ceased writhing. She watched his chest rise and fall for the briefest of seconds before her gaze met Crystals with an uncharacteristic mirth within them. “It seems that our job here is unneeded. It was good to see, however. We can track down the rest if you like, or see if we can find more of them in another place.”
  14. Anyone want a kid? I'm selling mine for a quarter.
  15. “Oh.” Is all Shanna says, though one can denote a hint of disappointment packed into the word. Shanna always enjoyed meeting other mages/witches/wizards/sorcerers and various people of the craft, but she didn’t know what to do with one who didn’t have many lessons. Shanna had spent a good chunk of her formative years in what was once known as Mage City, in the college there that catered to gifted young souls. Unfortunately, her mishaps often earned her the ire of the teachers rather than the assistance she truly needed. On paper, Shanna was an exceptional student, rapt in her attentions and eager to soak up knowledge….in practical, however, there was quite a bit left to be desired. For now, her attention is honed in on Kestral, gaze widening and narrowing as appropriate to her many statements and questions. “That sounds really great and all, but I don’t have luggage, just my backpack.” Shanna chirps with a smile. That aside, she can find no fault in Kestrals’ plan, instead she bobs her head in agreement. “I like seeing views! Let’s follow that plan for now!” She draws out an arm and points. She seems to have completely bypassed Kestrals’ request for her name, and instead focuses on the plan, as it will henceforth be named in her mind. “To The Screaming Sea Dragon!” Shanna points suddenly at the sky, rather dramatically, if she does say so herself, before grasping ahold of Jaw Finders’ hand and tugging them along, gently. “So what exactly is at the Screaming Sea Dragon? Is it a bar, tavern?” Shanna questions as they follow Kestral, who is assumingly leading the group. She hums as she waits an answer, a strange little tune that sounds suspiciously like “The Lone Ranger” as they walk. As Kestral explains the countenance of the Screaming Sea Dragon, Shanna finds her eyes and attention slipping towards one of the cable cars once more. Her poor little hamster brain was going a mile a minute, and the poor hamster was about to suffocate. Her gaze starts to gloss over as Shanna finds herself drifting to the side, away from Kestrals beaten path before she gasps and rights them back behind the golden haired woman. “So you control heat? That’s a handy skill, I bet you never get cold. That’d be nice, I don’t particularly like being cold, though I don’t imagine many people do, to be honest.” Shanna contemplates that for a moment before snapping her fingers. “I should look up heliokinesis and see if there’s any spells I can find to keep the Tower warm! I’m sure it has basic principles, afterall, like any magic.” She pauses then before putting one fisted hand into an open palm as an idea strikes her. “I really want to see the Terran Consulate, where the underwater kingdom is supposedly with us. I wanna see one. I hear that they look really neat, with fishy fins and tails! Some of them look like sharks! IS that true? Have you seen a Nymerian?” Shanna asks rapid fire. Of course, it was unlikely that Kestral had, Nymerian’s were by nature, xenophobic, and furthermore, private. Those that had forged the alliances were the more progressive of the nation – the rest choosing to hide within the depths of the ocean for the time being. “And I wanna see the hotsprings, the Valovi area…Yeth. I think Jaw Finder will like the hot springs, too!” The mage looks up to Jaw Finder as though for confirmation before waving their large reptilian hand with her own, grasping theirs at the wrist and wiggling the appendage with a flick of her own. Giggling at this, she resumes her gentle hold and peers at Kestral once more. “Do you think we’ll have time enough for that all in one day?”
  16. The battle that wages within Natasha is unknown to the witch, lest they both might find themselves succumb to passionate embraces instead of seeking Luna. Harsh breaths ravage her nostrils as she desperately tries to calm her breathing as the burning in her throat grows for a few moments more. Only when it feels as though it will burn her to the core, does it settle and begin to die down. Alexandria squirms briefly within the armor, the only sign of discomfort. Her golden gaze, previously full of mirth, is slanted into a focused sort now. She had been too lenient on the forest, too absorbed with the enticing sway of Natasha’s hips. It was not a mistake they could afford again. Alexandria turns her thoughts inward – desperate to ensure that she has not missed any clue or sign of Luna. There is a tingling sensation of déjà vu, but she cannot place what causes it. Her head twists this way and that, peering around the now ashen earth before she becomes startled by Natasha’s wonderful warcry. Alexandria’s gaze rivets on the She-orc, admiration and desire building within as the witch thinks in that moment, Natasha is most beautiful. Her victory cry into the void resonated deeply within the golden paragon of a witch, who wished desperately to join her. To see how their voices resonated together…could they even? A slow grin spreads along her visage as Natasha places her hand ‘pon her shoulder and Alexandria gives a curt nod, oblivious to Natasha’s issues as she battled her own desire to simply draw the she-orc in for another blinding kiss. But alas, her desires and aching wants must wait. Locating Luna was their upmost priority, and any tumultuous emotions that Natasha brought forth could be examined later, behind closed doors. Alexandria turns and points with the sable sword back on their path, motioning for them to continue as she contemplates how best to answer Natasha’s question. Instead of speaking, it is Kamal who peeks from beneath a crimson plait and flicks his tongue at Natasha. “I was born with power. My blade and body are weapons, my magic is no different. If I did not train it, it would turn against me. I prefer using my body and blade – but I cannot deny the usefulness of the magic. It is ….difficult, sometimes, to remember that my magic is only an extension of my arms, not unlike my sword. You are smarter than the others, I have seen it. You wield your mind like a weapon, you choose how and when to fulfill your obligations. I have noticed that you find loopholes that others would not think to exploit – it is not unlike my magic. I wield it because I have to, and you cannot deny it’s usefulness.” The last is offered as a crooked grin touches her visage once more. Kamal sighs and shakes his head as the bond that allowed her to speak through him fades. “Bah, she just likes having power. Don’t let her fool you.” Kamal states as he slithers back within the depths of the tresses. Alexandria snorts at this as she pokes at a tree with the sword, marking it with an X to show that they had already passed it. She does not want to get stuck going in circles in this deity-forsaken forest. With luck, they will not find themselves the victims of another druid. It is far more likely that they will come before another nasty that the forest is home to. Alexandria shudders as a hand goes to the bandolier across her chest, the bells that are stored there seem to strain against the leather, desperate to be released. The golden witch's attention is now rapt upon the forest as they delve deeper. She has a stray thought as to why Luna might have come, but her hasty departure from Mount Ariadne left her with more questions than answers and the witch offers a sigh.
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