Swords sex and sorcery (IC)

[kittenofdeath]

Rook had come up to the viewing platform alone, the airship was passing through the cloud layer, so he couldn’t see anyone else, nor could he smell them with all the rushing wind as he walked from the double doors that lead to the living quarters below. He stretched out as he walked to the bow of the ship, his hair and jacket tossing behind him in the wind while his tail swung back and forth in time with his steps. It was quite cramped in some parts of the ship, Rook was no stranger to those kinds of conditions, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed them, so it was quite pleasant to stretch out for once, though he did hope he wouldn’t be interrupted by any of the ship’s crew, from what he understood, he wasn’t actually allowed up on the deck.

Once he had crossed the rather wide deck and reached the bow of the ship he stopped and leaned on the railing, eagerly anticipating seeing his home as soon as they broke from the cloud cover. He had spent 2 weeks cramped up inside their flying tub, constantly being told by the security troops that he couldn’t go to certain parts of the ship at certain times, occasionally he hadn’t even been let out of his room, ridiculous security if you asked him. And before that he had spent a whole year in the foreign lands, at least the trip there hadn’t been so policed, even if it took months not weeks.

But that didn’t matter now, they would be back to his home within the day, and he would be back to whatever of his friends hadn’t been stupid enough to get themselves killed while he was gone. He spared himself a moment to think about his regiment, the Dustwood Irregulars, a bunch of idiots like him that didn’t have anything better to do than get paid to put their lives at risk, what had become of them while he was gone? Who was left, how much new blood had they taken in while he was gone…

He was snapped out of his memories as they finally came out of the cloud cover, and he finally saw the sight he had been waiting so long for, home. It was beautiful, kind of like the few lone islands they had seen on the trip over, so lush and filled with life, only on a far greater scale, they had been tiny dots in the distance, this was a continent, even at their distance it was massive, only ending because the mountain ranges at its centre obscured the rest of the view, a shame, the northern jungles were a majestic sight.

“Attention passengers” it was the captains voice, amplified by magic crystals set in to the walls of the ship “we are now opening the main deck for sightseeing purposes, if you would like to see for yourself please proceed at an orderly pace” Rook grinned, let them come, he was happy to share the view.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Revennaras

Wind rushing by. The soft sound of fur brushing against itself in the wind. The rush of air in and out of his jaws as he breathed. The glow of his eyes. The whispering of the blade in his hands. Whispering that only he could hear.

He must have been losing his mind. He wasn't sure he cared.

The shuffling of feet on the deck.

He was not alone.

Eyelids parted to reveal glowing red eyes that took in everything around them. Eyes that gleamed seemingly evilly, but if actually looked at contained a warmth seldom seen.

He rose from his kneeling position on the main deck of the floating ship to turn his gaze about. The main deck was off limits, yes, but who would stop him if they didn't know he was there? Indeed, much of the ship had been off-limits during the trip. Security didn't speak to him, but instead moved in front of him wordlessly when he was about to enter a restricted area.

An interesting thing. Very few actually spoke to him. None on this trip so far. Save for Shadowmourne. His blade. His eternal companion. He stood, gazing over the side of the ship at the land below him, hands clasped over the pommel of the bared blade, the tip against the ground. It was simple, incoherent whispering in his mind like always. There were those times that it would focus into understandable words and the blade would actually converse with him.

A gentle sigh from the blade as the wind passed over the metal.

An interesting blade.

An interesting entity.

A low growl came from his jaws, the sound carried away on the wind. Eyes noted the form that stepped up onto the deck, barely visible through the clouds, and looked down upon the land below them, much as he was already doing. It was someone that he had seen before on this ship several times now, but hadn't deemed to talk to. He hadn't deemed to talk to anyone, just as none talked to him.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflective surface of his blade.

He was fully furred along his entire body, clad in midnight black leather armor that trapped all light, allowing none to reflect off and reveal him if he stood in the shadows. His fur was the color of shadows, his eyes glowed red the color of blood. His muscles were evident under the fur and armor. He stood with confidence, but strictly confidence. There was no arrogance in his stance, his eyes, his movements. He also had a certain cold, dangerous aura about him that he didn't see in himself, but others did. His maw was elongated in the way a wolf's is. He stood up straight on his hind legs, slightly hunched over in his stance. A trained eye would note that he was no stranger to running on all four legs. His breathing was deep. Even.

The blade's whispers concentrated.

Blood. was the one word it spoke.

He glanced down at it and nodded.

"In a moment." he responded.

His voice was deep, experienced, dangerous. It was the voice of a being who had been through several significant events in his lifetime. The voice of a being who had ended lives with no remorse, no second thoughts. It was the voice that you wanted on your side, and not against you. The kind of voice that changed nations. The voice that changed lives.

He opened his eyes once more, gazing out over the side of the ship, paying no obvious heed to those moving about him, though paying close attention to the movements about him, paying careful note to them, as the captain had announced that the main deck was now open for observation of the land below them. Those arriving on the deck gave him a wide berth, not wanting to get too close to him as none were quite brave enough to step near the Lycan with the drawn blade as they always had been.

 

[AngelLightheart]

Sylvanas Windrunner

Sylvanas blinked, sitting up in her bed. Green orbs turned to look over at her door and the two sets of eyes looking through to oggle her. The rumors of the Night Elves being one of the loveliest races was true. She was noticeably beautiful when she wasn't hiding herself.

She brought her legs around to the side of the bed, looking directly at them now. They stumbled over each other in their haste to get away.

She shook her head idly, reaching for her armor. She stood and slipped it on, buckling the various clasps and tightening the straps. She strapped on her curved sword to her left leg and then slipped on her robe to cover her armor and blade. An idle glance around the room. She picked up her staff and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

She made her way to the main deck, noting the captain's announcement.

She was up a little later than she would have liked. She had to deal with a few things on her way up. Several males of various races and species cast her looks as she walked by, taking in her appearance.

When she arrived on the deck, it was quite crowded. More so than she liked. But there was one spot that seemed to have no one standing there. She made her way to it, curious as to the reason. She found out.

It was a Werewolf. Shadow black fur, midnight black armor, glowing red eyes, hand and a half sword in front of him, hands clasped over the pommel. He had a cold, dangerous aura about him and the confidence displayed only added to the effect. She tilted her head slightly as he seemed to speak to his blade, glancing down and saying something that was claimed by the wind before she heard it.

No, not a Werewolf. It was a Lycan. Few understood the difference. A Werewolf wouldn't be standing there as this one was. It concerned her slightly that he was coming along to the new world anyway. If he so desired, he could spread Lycanthropy as he wished. She got the feeling that wasn't why he was here.

She had to admit, his blade was very interesting. She hadn't seen one quite like it before. She stepped into the circle around him and walked up to the edge, confident that he wouldn't suddenly go nuts and start attacking. He was imposing, yes, and quite attractive...but there was no reason for him to attack her nor anyone else.

So she looked out over the edge at the land under them, well aware of the Lycan standing fairly close to her with the drawn blade.

He may have been quite attractive, but she wasn't sure that he was her type. She would find another partner for her journeys doubtless. It never did well to travel alone as a magic user. She was well aware of the mage hunters, the Templars, and the witch hunters. All knew techniques to make magic less effective and possibly useless. Not that she was without her own her own non-magic combat ability, but having someone specialized for that would do her well. Perhaps even a group. Then again, she had spells that were simply too powerful to stop or even try to weaken. But she didn't use those spells often, because they took a toll on her and everyone around her.

 

[Avellan13]

Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk

Evendur headed towards the main deck of the ship and looked out at the sky. Everywhere he looked, he saw nothing but clouds and open air. Why did people have to take to the air? Why couldn't they just stay on the ground as nature had intended?

Shaking his head, Evendur turned and headed towards a far corner where he could avoid the attention of others. He wanted to avoid attention for a reason, avoiding attention had been the only thing that kept him alive all these years.

His sense told him that there was little to fear. Almost everyone was busy either looking out at the sky, talking to one another, or doing other various tasks that Evendur found uninteresting.

Closing his eyes, he let himself find some peace and calm in his mind. Such activities helped him to gain control over himself and to think things through clearly.

It also helped him to control himself when he felt the urge to change.

Whenever Evendur changed forms, the first thing that he noticed was the pain. Unbearable pain as his bones reformed, his muscles bulged, and fur sprouted form his skin. Afterwards was the hunger. The need to feed. Blood and flesh were what sustained him and, though he found it to his liking whenever a werewolf. It disgusted him when he was human.

The only thing that felt good was the feeling after all of that. When he was in his animal form; he felt much stronger, healthier, and completely free. It was like living an entirely new form of existence.

 

[MadameNyx]

Freya & Sijur

The captain's announcement roused the woman's attention from the book she had been reading quietly in her quarters. Closing the leather bound book, she carefully slid it inside her pack, making sure its pages wouldn't bend awkwardly. Making sure she had her weapons on her in case of trouble, she silently made her way towards the deck, her worn leather boots making no noise.

After making her way to an empty space by the rail, Freya allowed her grey-blue eyes to take in the rest of the passengers. Some humans, a couple of elves and- she stopped and discreetly smelled the air- some that smelled of forest somehow, but different from the elves. A couple she couldn't even begin to guess what they could be. It would make for an interesting group, if they decided to stay together once they landed to explore. And, from up there, it looked like there was a lot of it.

A sort of giddiness came over her at the sight of the dense bush below, the fresh scent of the air... she felt her heart lift. Maybe, just maybe, she could find a little nook or cranny for her people here. For them to truly live again, as their ancestors would've wanted them to. Speaking of, she felt a warm presence beside her, not needing to look to know who it was.

Sijur had been her companion since she could walk. Alive, the snow leopard had kept her company and out of danger, his fur had served as her blanket and pillows more times that she could count and his soft purring had been familiar. After his death, that had not changed and, in a way, helped her even more now, if she changed. Looking down beside her, she could see his spirit sitting beside her quietly and half wondered what some of the other passengers would think if she started talking to him, like she normally did. Probably would think she's crazy, considering she was the only one that saw him. Then again, most people were too intimidated by her dress or demeanor to get close anyways.

With a soft sigh, she returned her gaze to the land beneath them, already getting anxious to set foot in it.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Saundelle de Vried

"At last", Saundelle thought when she heard the captain's announcement.

At last they were reaching this land of dicoveries and adventures. This land where she may meet new people not afraid of moving into an army to help her regain her castle and avenge her family. Of course there was still the problem of money. She had thought about it all the trip along. how could she raise an army with the coins in her purse? That was surely enough to live ell for quite some time, but really not enough to raise anyone interest in risking his/her life... But Saundelle was full of ressources and she's surely find a way.
For the firt time during the whole trip she walked out of her cabin and walked with the crowd towards the deck. As she reached the open air, she took a pause, the sight was breathtaking. But then her calm took over again and she walked amongst the people. She was not really tall but she could walk through a crowd like a boat through water, her highness and stance were enough to open her a space. Although there were many noticeable peple here around. She went to the railway and held her hands on it, feeling the fresh wind on her face.

That was the moment she caught view of the werewolf... and his blade. The runes on it... THe blade didn't have the same style as her own. Saundelle's blade was long and thing, noble, light, quick, piercing. The beast's one was large, full of spikes and of a strange form. But the runes. They were without a doubt of the same ancient language. Not exactly the same but of the same style and they had surely been made by the same people. Saundelle promised herself to keep a look on that werewolf. And on some other interesting people around. A Nord? well, these are good fighters. And loyals too. If only Saundelle could make a friend of her, that lyoalty would be a really good thing.

The ground was coming closer, and Saundelle wondered if they were going to land right in the middle of those trees. There surely was a town down there. But where? She sighed and wondered if this trip was as good an idea as it seemed to be at first...

 

[Avellan13]

Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk

Evendur stretched, relieving the tension in his body, and gazed around the room at the various people. The main deck was swarming with people of various races, species, cultures, and professions. This helped him to relieve some of the tension that he felt about being who he was.

Despite that however, he was still nervous. He was a werewolf after all, and if the crew found out, they'd toss him overboard.. literally. Sighing he looked around for a place to sit.

Finding a small couch, he took a seat and began to clear his mind and prepare his spells.

 

[LeoHawk35]

Revennaras

Revennaras let out a low, drawn out growl, his equivalent of a sigh. He had been on this ship far too long, and he desired to run free in the woodland he gazed upon below the flying machine.

Even now the scents made it to him: the ferns, fallen leaves, wild growing flowers, even the mushrooms growing in the shade of caves and under fallen trees all served to make an almost irresistible aroma that wanted to draw him in. He had always like the forest. Always found some measure of comfort there, in the shroud of the woods.

A glance down at Shadowmourne. He couldn't give it the blood it sought until he was alone. He doubted the others around him would take kindly to him cutting himself to bleed on his blade.

Speaking of the others...

He lifted his snout slightly and took several discreet sniffs of the air. Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes, goblins. You name it and it was probably on that ship. He took another sniff and paused. Was that..?

He turned his gaze, following the woodsy smell similar to his. There was a third with a similar scent to him, but not as close as this one. His eyes sought and found those of a thin-looking human. He tilted his head slightly before looking back where he was before, eyes passing over the source of the third scent on their way back. It was feminine in appearance. A Nord. Interesting.

He would have to talk to them, eventually. Hopefully they would simply seek him out instead and save him the trouble of seeking out other beings. Either way, he needed to talk to the man and find out what he was. If he was a Lycan, it did not worry him as much. But if he was a Werewolf...it could cause problems, and he would rather deal with it now and not later. As for the Nord...it was a simple curiosity of his.

His eyes returned to their scan of the area below him, memorizing what he could of the landscape from the aerial perspective as it would no doubt be useful information later on. Information was what he valued more than most things. It saved lives. Little details that others would not notice was what he picked up on, and then acted using that information.

He continued his survey of the area below them, listening to the chorus of indiscernible whispers in his mind.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Saundelle had to talk with these people...
The werewolf was too much for her. She was a bit afraid of that beast and didn't know how to interact with it. She was not sure about it all also, but perhpas he had some ideas about the origine of those runes, perhaps he could tell her somethin about her heir, her lineage, the origin of her family, something that could help her in her quest for revenge.
But she couldn't make herself speak to it (him?) right now.

Instead Saundelle made her way towards that woman, the Nord one. Fierce warrior, loyal and with a sense of justice, a Nord is always a good companion to have. She had to talk to her and see if they could become friends.
She went to the woman, taller than Saundelle and fierce-looking with her furs, armor and tatoos. Saundelle smiled, looked down at the ground and returned her gaze to the woman.
- Nice place to go to, isn't it?

 

[kittenofdeath]

All the times Rook had been allowed above deck, or had snuck out anyway, they had been above the cloud line, he always assumed he was going at unbelievable speeds, and he must have been to have gotten here so soon but now that they were down below the clouds, and he could actually see land to gauge speed with… they were going so annoyingly slow, they must have slowed down for the landing or something, that or they were slowing so everyone else could have a nice look at all the islands the ship was passing over.

“This was a lot less boring a moment ago” he muttered to himself as he turned his back to his oncoming homeland, instead taking a moment to observe the ship and its passengers, it really was an engineering marvel, Rainia had always had them, but never on this kind of scale, it made them look like poorly constructed one man rafts in comparison, though considering the few Rook had been on in his time he didn’t hold that to be an unfair description, an airship that falls from the sky every now and again is worthy of the title ‘poorly constructed’.

This ship though, this was sturdy, capable of flying for weeks on end, with space for a hundred passengers, a good portion of which were now above deck and managed not to be cramped, all the food and supplies they need and they had room for extra luggage, not to mention being styled like a luxury cruise boat, or at least what he had seen of it was.

The people aboard were quite different to one another though, there were places where groups were travelling together, or a few likeminded travellers had formed friendships over the trip, but even the people who were together were generally of the same race and seemed to be keeping to themselves, and everyone looked to be giving the bulky werewolf fellow a wide berth, and now that he thought about it, he was receiving roughly the same treatment.

A sigh escaped his lips, one thing he learned about all these foreigners was that they all kept to their own like that, made making friends while he was abroad quite a troublesome task, and it was quite insulting to be told that ‘his kind’ weren’t welcome to people who didn’t even know what his kind was. Oh well, nothing to be done about it, they would learn soon enough, Rainia was a much nicer place in that regard.

He wandered off in to the crowd, looking for anyone who looked to be worth saying hello to, his armoured hand in his pocket, nothing said menacing like black metal claws for fingers. Before long he came across one of the lounges on deck, it had a spare seat, its only other occupant a young man deep in concentration, a spellcaster by the look of him, that was a start, magic folk tended to be more open to the odd things in the world.

“Hi” He said with a pleasant wave and smile to get the man’s attention “that seat taken?”

 

[MadameNyx]

Freya

Nice place to go to, isn't it?

Of course she had heard the soft footsteps getting closer to her, the soft sound of her necklace moving against her skin and the whisper of her coat moving in the wind, but she was still surprised when the woman stopped beside her and actually talked to her. Turning her head, Freya allowed herself to study the woman that stood besides her.

The contrast between them almost made her laugh out loud. Where she was tall and intimidating, this woman looked delicate, petite. Her frame was slender, fast, her head barely reaching the Norn's shoulders. Whats more the sword at her hip looked as slender and fast as it's wielder. What made the ranger even more curious was the obvious air of confidence with which this woman carried herself with, that reminded her of nobles and kings.

"It looks beautiful..." the red headed woman replied as she allowed her eyes to return to the ground below, her voice soft "But such beauty is bound to hide thorns somewhere. We should be careful down there."

 

[Avellan13]

Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk

Evendur looked up at the man in confusion. He had an odd request. What man asks another man if he can sit down beside him. Not only that but the stranger came up to talk to him. Out of all the people he could have talked to, this stranger came over to him. Something that Evendur was both happy, and nervous about. People usually ignored him or were very impolite to him.

He shrugged and gestured at the empty seat, on the couch, next to him. "Umm, yeah sure."

The man seemed friendly, Evendur just hoped the man wasn't a jerk.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

- I'm rather used to handle roses, however spiky their thorns are. And I have thorns of my own.
Saying this with a smile, Saundelle put her hand on her sword's hilt.
- But I'm sure one has to be well prepared to explots that wilderness.
She stared right into the Nord's eyes...
- Do you have a program for your trip down there? Mind joining me against the thorns?

 

[AngelLightheart]

Sylvanas Windrunner

Sylvanas blinked and turned her head, looking over her right shoulder. An orc male was staring at her quite openly, but looked away quickly when her gaze found his. She shook her head idly. Men were always staring at her. Women as well, but they were a little less frequent and a lot more subtle.

She turned her gaze to a pair of women talking by the railing. A slight smile to herself and she started to walk over to them, her steps definitely feminine and slightly seductive as she walked over.

"-joining me against the thorns?"

She caught the end of the smaller woman's sentence as she walked up to them. She smiled at them and took a place on the other side of the smaller woman, opposite the Nord. She didn't know why, but something told her she shouldn't stand there, next to her. Something had already taken that place.

"Thorns?" she queried.

She blinked, green orbs taking in their appearances.

The Nord were a loyal, strong race. Good companions to have. This one seemed to be trained in combat. Maybe she could be her traveling companion?

The Human, on the other hand, seemed to be a fighter as well. She carried an unmistakable air of authority about her, and Sylvanas wondered at it. No military authority. Not quite. Royalty, perhaps?

She blinked again, waiting a response. Maybe they would know more about that Lycan.

Then again, it didn't seem that anyone knew him.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Rook sat down happily, stretching his feat out and pushing his tail out over the side of the couch “thanks for that, most people say no when I ask” the man seemed a little nervous, Rook didn’t know why, but he had a few guesses, most of them had to do with him looking like a freak, but he ignored it, pressing the matter wouldn’t help, best to just act as though he hadn’t noticed.

“Names Rook by the way” he said as he offered the man his armoured hand “I’m a local here, on my way home. But if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you to this neck of the woods?”

 

[MadameNyx]

"Do you have a program for your trip down there? Mind joining me against the thorns?"

The Norn had turned her head to look at the human besides her, allowing their eyes to meet. She had been about to answer when she heard another female voice, this one belonging to a peculiar looking elf. She was different from the elves she had seen before, those having the skin color of a human. Even as the elf walked towards them and settled besides the woman she had been talking to, she discreetly took in the dark bluish tint of her skin and the glowing green eyes. It didn't make her look weird to the Norn just different, exotic. Even more curious was the fact that she had consciously walked around Sijur or, at least, it had seemed that way to her. How curious.

Nodding a greeting to the elf, she addressed her first. "Thorns... meaning dangers on the land below. We don't know what's down there and, unless we find a native willing to accompany us in our exploring, we should be weary."

Turning her attention back to the slender human female, Freya felt herself smile "Since we'll both be exploring down there, I don't see why we cant keep each other company."

 

[Master_Kain]

Jared of the Shabat-ha and Strider

Jared moved with unnatural grace for someone so large and muscular. Rarely did he brush against anything in the cramped spaces unless he wanted or just had to to allow others through. The trip aboard the floating ship has been unsettling for him. Unable to feel a connection to the earth furies. Sense he was a whelp in his village he could summon the earth and wood furies. So being disconnected from them was troubling. His trusted companion, chala, locked in a storage hold near the bottom of the ship with much of the cargo. They tried to keep him out of there but once they realized he was needed to see to the animal sense no one else could keep it calm they had to let him in even if it was with a guard beside him the whole time.

"Hush now Strider. I know you want to move and run but this ship to small for that. Be at peace chala."

The large lizard seeming to be able to understand the words from the man and settling down the announcement coming over the intercom sounds poor down here so close to the engine area but its able to be made out.

"See soon we land my friend. Then you my Stride around and stretch your muscles. And eat fresh grass wont that be wonderful."

The large gargant finally at peace again as Jared stands up and goes through some daily checks. Watching the large creatures feet especially, animals the size of Strider, you must watch their feet closely. The security guards thinking him foolish for talking to the animal as if it could understand, but if strider could talk to the stupid men he would let them know how mad he is for being held down here.

The announcement leading me to go above deck. The wooden deck and the mast helping me to shroud myself in to the surroundings to just blend in as if I was not there at all by calling upon my wood furies to do this. The task taking some concentration due to the little amount of wood and that it was no longer living. Walking around the deck of the ship seeing the others up here.

The beast man with his sword. The young woman unsure of her race, pale black skin with the pointed ears though longer than his own. He looks her over some as he stands there. A young man of also unknown species. Jared's people people not well traveled outside of their small area. The fur on him seeming to be natural but his body seems to be made of two things maybe a half breed of some kind. Another man human by appearance busies himself with a book before the half blood approaches him. Another woman was on deck as well a sword on her left side and a staff in her hands. Maybe a warrior or maybe a spell weaver. Like he assumes the man with the book is. Seeing two others talking to themselves.

Unwilling to go close to the edge and look over as he wont admit it but being this high off of the ground scares him. If he was standing on a mountain or a Castle wall or something he would be fine but there is nothing but AIR between the ship and the earth. Down below the security guard still standing around Stride takes a step back as the gargant seems to be chuckling with its deep baritone voice. Putting the man on edge as Strider feels the fear of being off the ground in Jared.

 

[Avellan13]

Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk

Evendur gave a weak smile, "Nice to meet you. My name's Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk. But you can just call me Evendur. And as for why I am here..... well..... I just wanted to go to a new place where I can find some peace."

That really was not far from the truth. Evendur did want to go to the new land to find peace, where people wouldn't be hunting him down, or where he could accidentally hurt someone therefore causing a lot of problems and complications.

 

[Master_Kain]

He starts to feel a bit more at ease aboard the ship as he stands outside. His concentration slides and the wood furies release the false image of him not being there. Standing next to the mast with one hand on it as he looks around. He walks toward the bow of the ship near the figure head. Determined now to see this new land and not wait. Fear has never been his master before and he would not let it start now.

He looked over the edge as he saw the land speeding below them much fast than any animal could hope to take them alone. He felt the strong wind on his face and was starting to be envious of the other tribes and the air crafters in his homeland that had the ability to fly. Having seen them catch up to these flying ships before though not the stamina to fly for as long and steady as these do.

He sat down with his legs crossed, Indian style. Watching the clouds from so close made it harder to look and see the shapes but with a keen eye you could still make some out. The strong wind making it cooler up here than most would like especial with as little as he is wearing. Just a light shirt and thin pants but he seems to be no colder than the crew in their wind breakers and heavy wool pants to keep them from getting to cold in the air.

 

[kittenofdeath]

“Peace huh?” Rook said with a look of curiosity on his face “a long way to go for a little peace and quiet” he added with a shrug, dousing his curiosity as it occurred to him that it would be a bit much to push a subject like that with someone he had just met “but I’m sure you have some perfectly valid reasons that don’t concern me.”

“So” he spoke after a brief moment of silence, letting the slight awkwardness of the last topic subside “you know much magic?” he asked warily “Hope you don’t mind me asking, you just look the type to know a few tricks with the winds of magic.”

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Saundelle wasn't very comfrtable about the new woman joining them. A dark elf... She had never met one, but she had been advised to be cautious with them, they were not reliable. Thus she waited for the Nord to answer, and then took her own answer from the fierce and tall woman. "Since we'll both be exploring down there, I don't see why we cant keep each other company." Saundelle smiled.
- That's perfect for me. We have a deal.
She held her hand for the Nord to shake it.
- I'm saundelle...

 

[Avellan13]

Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk

Evendur shrugged, "What I want is just that. Plain and simple. Life occasionally hands out a crappy life to some and a wonderful one to others, so we have to deal with what we receive. The place we're going to will provide new opportunities for any and all for many ages to come. I don't want to miss out."

Evendur looked away form Rook and cast his gaze about the place. Looking at all the various happenings of various people.

 

[AngelLightheart]

Sylvanas Windrunner

Sylvanas nodded at the tall woman, favoring her with a smile. She had been the first to actually speak with her on this journey. Well, unless you count the other night...

A flash of a man with a bleeding nose, his arm hanging awkwardly at his side. Another man lay behind him, unconscious.

But enough of those thoughts! This was to be an exciting moment. They were nearing the end of their journey on this blasted machine.

She turned her gaze back towards the two woman she was standing near, noting the human's evident avoidance of her. She tilted her head slightly, curious. A brief glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, something that didn't quite belong.

But no matter.

She blinked again, listening to the two woman next to her. She filed away the human's name, noticing that it sounded vaguely familiar. From something she had read, maybe? Yes, that sounded about right. But from where? When?

Or had it been from someone she had spoken to? No, this wasn't an oral memory. Oral.

Sylvanas giggled lightly to herself before regaining control with a sigh.

Yes, it was text floating about in her mind. Something...important, but from a long time ago. Saundelle? Saundelle, Saundelle...

She couldn't quite put her finger on it. Oh well. She would remember eventually. She always did.

 

[MadameNyx]

The tall redhead grinned and took a step closer to the pettite woman, extending her hand. Said limb deviated from its expected path towards her hand and, instead, grasped her forearm in a firm but warm grip. Her expression made Freya smile secretly as she said in a low voice. "The warriors of my people grasp forearms instead of hands. It symbolizes strength and trust. We are all warriors here, heading into the unknown, are we not?"

"Saundelle...." she said with a nod, as if seeing how her name rolled of the tip of her tongue "I am Freya."

Her eyes then turned towards the exotic elf beside them and she extended her arm towards her as well. True, they had barely spoken, but she had shown Sijur respect, even if she couldn't see him or know what her movement had meant. "And you, lady?"

After hearing their responses, the Norn found her eyes straying along the ship, finally stopping when she saw Sijur. He was acting.... strange. He was creeping slowly closer towards the furry male (for he was certainly male) and scratching his paw silently in front of him, as if telling her to move closer. She also noticed the spirit hissed every time he looked at the huge sword in the male's hand (or is that paw?), carefully rearranging his path towards him so he would be as far away from the sword as he could.

Interesting.

Without much thought, she found her grey-blue eyes examining the male's physique as well as his sword, wondering what could've called Sijur to him.

 

[Avellan13]

Evendur Nathandem Nemetsk

Evendur got up from the couch and nodded to Nook, "Well... it was nice meeting you Nook. I think I'm going to walk around and take a look around the ship. See you around."

Evendur walked over to a bar and sat down at an available stool, pulling his cloak more comfortably around him. When the bartender approached, Evendur ordered a simple water. An odd request at a bar, but Evendur didn't indulge in any alcoholic beverages, for various reasons.

As the bartender left, Evendur looked around at the people nearby. Not many caught his attention, except for one. He could instantly tell that the man was a Lycan, but why he chose to be in his animal form was beyond Evendur's understanding. Deciding no to worry about it, Evendur turned back and waited for the bartender to return with his drink.