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The captain remained on the ship's gangplank through it all. Eyes focused solely on the fissure devastating the porter town. "A beast of legend. They fill your human stories and common folk story books." He spoke to Pelagia with a scoff. "This unfortunate town." Just when he spoke his words one of the massive heads rose from the rift almost promptly followed by five other heads that sprouted forth. "Sharall, hm?" Muttering the name Pel spoke under his breath. Safe to say the Captain knew of the name, but did not make this open knowledge. Long necks extending roughly five stories above the three story buildings. "There she is." Averting his mind from the name for now due to the sight of the hydra's rise. There was a look of delight that washed over his scaly face and arms folded over his fairly hefty chest. The beast roared again before the heads began to pick off those exposed on the streets one at a time.

The panic and horror was explosive. Fortunate for the weak of stomach, the sound of powerful maws gnashing flesh and bone were drowned out by the roars, destruction and cries. "Alright, I've seen enough." Pivoting to return to the ship's deck he'd noticed a sudden glimmer at the corner of his eye. To his surprise it was a sudden bridge of ice having been formed. "Those the other members of your crew?" There was no pause to wait for a response. "Desecra. Allow that group right there." Pointing with his claw tipped finger at the group crossing the ice bridge. "Only them. No more. Slay any others." Those were his orders before rising up the side stairs to at the bow of the deck to attend the ship's wheel. "Raise the anchor!" The moment this was said the rope that linked both ship and anchor started to retrogress back into the ship.. although.. without anymore of a crew on board than Pelagia and Desecra.

Gripping the two of the pegs that protruded from the wheel he awaited for Pelagia's group to board before immediately shouting. "Open all sails and set off!" There would be a two or three people running in behind the group trying to board the ship as well.

Just like that. The tightly stitched sails dropped without a single hand to pull any of the ropes. They moved on their own. The wind was in their favor as far as getting away from the town and making the current of water that was still being drawn into the depths of the fissure nearly negligible. Northbound which would take the ship along the town's shores for the remainder of the destruction to be witnessed. Buildings crumbled as the hydra's head smashed in the roofing with enough force to shake apart the closely built neighboring structures. There were fires, a plum of dust rising from the consistent battering being issued from the kamikazing hydra heads time and time again until the town itself had become consumed by the depths. Due to the already unstable earth from the fissures, the Hydra's pummeling caused more underearth damage to what was intact until eventually the small plot of land the town was built upon collapsed inward. dragging with it any nearby and still docked ships. With more open space for the water to fill it was not long before the once flourishing town was replaced by water.

When the ship was sure to be headed northbound without any further disturbances the captain descended from the wheel and returned to the cabin without a word.

"I have no problems with uhm... with sharing, you know?" Pelagia had said.
Hearing this, Desecra would roll her eyes and snort. It didn't matter what the girl was "okay with". If her captain desired something, he would get it, and that was the extent of the "bargaining" the goliath was willing to do.
When the hydra's heads rose from the depths, Desecra would not share in his delight however. She glared at the beast, knuckles white on her hammer, watching it unblinkingly. She especially didn't like things that were bigger than herself.
{Bigger than her? She hates it. Tiny and weak? She hates that, too. Gl/hf everyone lol}
It was impressive, though, she would admit to herself. A beautiful beast of incredible power and dangerous fury. "Am gonna need a bigger hammer," she mused.

Desecra maintained her station on the gangplank, a stalwart sentry with weapon at the ready. When the captain's order was given, she'd turn her head back towards him, then look to the direction in which he pointed. The ice bridge was easy to spot for even the sluggish half-giant. "Aye," she'd say with a nod, lips drawing over her teeth in a devilish grin when she was permitted to kill any others who approached. She'd assumed that that was alright anyhow, but having heard him say it, she was especially pleased.
When the group finally arrived, she'd lower her weapon and step to the side so as to grant them entry to the deck. Beady brown eyes shifted between them as she frowned. Once they'd sped on board, she'd look to note an outsider scrambling up the plank, two others shortly behind him.... She would bide her time, waiting until he was just close enough to see the glimmer of false hope in his eyes, and with a surprisingly sudden movement hefted the hammer over her head and brought it smashing down. The human had only enough time to give the weapon a look of horror before it smashed over his head. His skull cracked open with a sickening sound, nothing left of his cranium save for blood and brain matter, which sloshed across the gangplank as his body hit the floor. Desecra used her boot to shove him into the water bellow, sending a spit after him as one of the other two gave a shriek of alarm. It was a man and woman, both of which came to a sudden stop at the base of the plank, both gawking at the goliath in shock. She glowered back, hefting her hammer over her shoulder as if daring them to advance further. "Please..." the woman pleaded, "...I have children the next island over."
"I dinnae like children," Desecra would reply in a mock whimper, taunting the woman's tone. When the two lingered, she'd growl "Gies a break 'for ye git dun in," the warning followed by a half step in their direction. The man grabbed the lady by the hand, dragging her away with a mumble, and once Desecra assured that no one else was foolish enough to approach she'd return to the deck.

"Well," she'd muse as she looked between the three, "hoot have we here?" Her gaze settled on Foy, who she approached with an alarmingly calm smile. She made a gross gurgling sound, the closest she could come to a coo, saying "Aw, wee bairn. Where's yer mum?" She'd let out a laugh as she set her weapon besides the girl, chortling "She's tall as my hammer," but the laughter faded when she finally spotted those big bare feet. "Yer no bairn... a Hobbit?" Amazingly enough, she seemed to be the only one of the group that recognized the halfling's origins. She'd say no more to Foy, however, she'd laugh at her without explanation until she was nearly in tears.
When she looked to Greyonji, the frown would slowly return. Desecra was certain she knew what he was, too. His pale skin, his slender body, the peculiar mask and manipulation of ice....
"Ye must be a fairy," she seethed, obviously having a problem with that. She'd glare at him a moment longer before her attention shifted towards Sylass. Desecra become surprisingly silent as she appraised him. Nothing would be said, no taunt offered, as he radiated the essence of a warrior. She knew of his kind, and not once had she faced a lizardfolk that was not fierce and merciless. This of course suggested that she had yet to meet one that could best her however.
Desecra would deem his presence... tolerable.
{Hope nobody minds the length, I was inspired :> Btw, if anybody has an issue with gore lemme know, I have no problem toning down Des' descriptions }

The chasm was huge, and whatever was causing it was coming up. Sylass didn't see a way over it, and was about to attempt to throw people over it, Foy being the first, of course, she was the lightest and possibly the most aerodynamic. But just as he turned to her to grab her by the collar with no explenation, the masked fellow had created a path of ice crossing the bridge."Sylass was right! Masked men carry many secrets!" He yelled, but he wasn't going to refuse this passage. No matter how little trust Sylass had for him, he could at least sense he had no intention of harming him... for now.

Sylass saw many panicked villagers, running in all directions for their life. Yet none seemed to want to traverse the bridge. Why was thi- oh the Hydra. Even Sylass' eyes widened at the sight of such a creature! He was in the middle of the bridge when it first appeared, and even though he would have loved to throw one of his throwing axes at it, it was best to run across the bridge before attempting anything.

Once at the other side he looked in the distance. Fearful villagers who were standing near the bridge but weren't crossing it was what Sylass saw. What? Were they expecting the Blackscale to carry them across? This kind of fear made the Lizard angry."Pathetic worms had their chance!" He yelled in a fit of rage, bringing his axe and mace down onto the ice bridge. He kept on smashing until the ice shattered and fell down into the depths. He ignored any cries of fear and anger towards him and instead turned around to rejoin the rest on the ship. They should've shown more courage than that if they really wanted to live.

Finally Sylass had set his first steps onto a boat for the first time ever. The wood underneath his legs didn't feel much different from a tavern's floor. How did this thing stay afloat?! It didn't matter. For now he was safe, and his journey could finally begin.

Once the ship started moving, Sylass sheathed his weapons, giving quick glances to those on deck before looking into the distance. The three headed beast was mentioned in the tavern before."Did villagers know all this time what rested below ground?" He wondered out loud as he leaned onto the railing.

Seemingly this Desecra person was wiser than he thought she was. Sylass had no idea what Foy and Greyonji were. Always trust a Goliath when you don't know stuff. He still had no idea what a Hobbit was, but Fairies use magic, right? The description seemed accurate!"Hobbit and Fairy. Sylass will remember Half-Giant's wisdom when speaking to them."
((You might say Sylass has been found ... acceptable!))
((EDIT: I don't mind gore at all. Go all out if you like! Just as long as you don't get in trouble with the mods for it))

Foy ran until she could run no further. A chasm had open up through town, and from the sounds of it, something was was making it's way up from below. This was the single most terrifying experience of Foy's life, as she could find no immediate means of escape. Her stubby legs would be useless in an attempt to vault over the forming crack.

She was blissfully unaware of Sylass's plan to toss her over, as being thrown was rather one of her least favorite things, as she was distracted instead by the masked man from earlier, and his glorious ice bridge. She wasn't going to need much persuasion to use it, scrambling onto it and propelling herself forward as fast as her short legs could carry her. The ice was cold against her bare feet, but thankfully her calluses were thick enough that it was no more then a minor discomfort.

It was the sound of Sylass destroying the ice behind her, that made her turn and look, catching sight, for the first time, of the hydra. She was both scared half to death, and terribly, terribly intrigued. What a magnificent and powerful creature! Still, she was glad she was getting away from it. Being eaten by a monster was definitely a death worthy of adventure... but it would have been a right shame to throw the towel in now, only minutes into her first real piece of action.

It occurred to her now though, that Sylass had ruined the bridge, no one else would be able to escape. the thought horrified her, that so many people would die here, but her grasp of self-preservation had her continue to move forward, towards the boat.

She would streak past the Goliath who stood aside for them, without giving her a second glance. It was only after, as she saw her beat in the head of a man trying to board, that she realized it was same woman that had nearly flattened them before. She couldn't contain her wail of horror, as other survivors were turned away. "N-no! You.. you can't just let them die!!" It however would come to no surprise to her, if her words fell on deaf ears. She was beginning to realize she was perhaps not as hardened as she needed to be for ventures such as this..

The half-giant had come back to join them on deck, Foy found her height intimidating as the woman seemed to suddenly take interest in her.

Was.... Was it cooing at her? Foy's expression was somewhat dumbfounded, until it became clear the giantess though her a child as well. With a heavy sigh she opened her mouth to once again try and correct the misconception "I'm not a ch--"

She got cut off as the giant had a revelation that she was in fact a hobbit, proceeded immediately by hysterical laughter. Foy's cheeks reddened with a small amount of self consciousness, and she tried her best to ignore the hurtful laughter at her expense, instead looking around in hopes that their book carrier, Pelagia, might have made it to this boat as well.

((No worries about gore on my end. I'm cool with it as long as the Mods are ))

Narla’s cloth covered feet carried her towards the Captain’s ship, her left hand grasping the mahogany bow’s midsection outward, while her right hand’s pointer and middle finger pressed themselves against a nocked arrow. Narla’s amethyst gaze snaps to the widening fissure, as her right hand placed the arrow within her quiver, as her left hand slings the bow over her right shoulder, the cloth strap catching itself just underneath her neck and under the left armpit.

Narla’s cloth covered feet carry her form into a sprint, her tanned-cloth form weaving itself through the citizens, her amethyst gaze snapping towards the widening fissure’s edge, as her cloth-covered feet push off of the formed ledge, her hands outstretched. Narla’s arms and hands catch the widening gap, her stomach colliding into the stone and earth, as her breath catches, a word spoken, as her amethyst gaze snaps downward, catching sight of the beast’s heads. Narla’s arms pull her form upwards, as a bridge of ice was made off to her right.

Bakir’s shoulder pushed off of the tavern’s wall, as his lips pulled into a white-toothed smile, his gaze drifting towards the others in front of him, remaining steady. His leather-bound sandals carry his form at a steady pace behind the lizard-man, his right, dull-gold gauntlet grasps one end of the hiltless blade, pointing the tip downward. His sandals carry him across the ice-bridge, after stopping his feet to slide the latter half of the bridge’s span. His gaze drifts towards the lizard-man, as he was passed, lingering for a brief moment, before his leather-bound sandals carried his form directly across from Narla’s, as they near the ship’s plank, ascending it quickly.

Near the ship, a tanned and idle sailor watched another man’s skull become crushed, his lips curling into a charming smile, “My, that was unfortunate.” The man’s body hits the water and slowly sinks, coating the water with a faint tinge of red. The tanned sailor digs into his pants pocket, producing a dull, golden coin. His right thumb collides into the underside of the coin, as it flips through the air and lands upon the water’s edge. It too, sinks. The tanned sailor then moved to uncover a small boat, tossing the cloth covering aside, as his shoes carry his form onto it, turning about, and placing a foot against the edge of the dock, pushing off of it. The boat starts to drift away from the dock, and Iago, the tanned sailor, sits himself down upon the midsection of the boat, his right hand lifting upwards, as his charming smile appears upon his facial features, “So long friends! Better luck to ya, next time!”

Narla slows her cloth-covered feet, as her form stands in the middle of the ship’s upper deck, before her amethyst gaze towards the Hydra, her form slowly turning. Bakir’s left hand lifts upward to form a fist, beating idly against the dull, golden decorated breastplate, his sandals carrying his form towards the wall besides the Captain’s door, his form turning about and bending its leg downward, knees to the sides, as the flat of the hiltless blade is settled across the span of his legs. After the rasping cough settles, his dull, golden gauntlets place themselves idly upon the hiltless blade’s flat, his gauntlets facing inward, and his back partially hunched.

Iago’s ship moves to the right, seemingly by itself, before a short, stout figure places its webbed fingers against the side of the boat, hauling its wet-cloaked form upwards. Its face resembled a bull-frog’s with grey splotches of wet skin. His throat bulges outward as a croak escaped the toad’s throat, “Enjoyed yourself, ribbit?” Iago’s right hand lifts up in a nonchalant manner, “You know me too well, honest!” The toad’s throat releases a gruff grunt, before his form flips about, his webbed hands lifting upwards, spread a foot apart. As he moves his hands towards the open waters, the ship takes to the sea, away from the larger ships.

Greyonji had already crossed the bride by the time the others had caught up. It had been a while since he had used those abilities to that extent and it tired him enough to make his breath heavier. Grey was surprised and almost tried stopping Sylass when he began destroying the bridge he made, but soon remembered how his last attempt had gone.

Continuing to run he glanced back to see the hydra. He had never seen a creature so large before, pausing for a very brief moment as he saw the beauty of the monster. The sun reflecting off of its large scales, the flow of it's movements, even the contrast of the teeth to the dark of it's maw or it's huge eyes to the same shinning scales. How ever that moment ended as he watched it devour citizens with the same deadly jaws he had just been admiring, he quickly resumed his retreat with the others onto the ship. he was the last of the group onto the ship and instinctively ducked as Desecra's hammer was swung over his head.

Once again Greyonji was surprised, but not surprised, at the brutality of these people. When Desecra called him a fairy he nearly joined her in laughing, "In that would only be half correct, that is if you meant fae. I guess now would be the best time to show people why it is I wear this mask as it would seem insignificant compared to the colossal creature in the city." With that he would finally remove his mask, hopefully pleasing Sylass' suspicion.

Pelagia's relief was extraordinarily obvious. When he said he'd allow the rest of her group to board, she was terribly happy. Unfortunately that relief and happiness was shrouded by the fact that there, before them, stood a hydra in all its might. For a moment, on top of that fear, Pela appeared physically uncomfortable. Almost as if she was supressing something, but it wasn't a scream... odd.

What frightened her most was the fact that Desecra completely dessimated the skulls of those who attempted to climb aboard aside for the two others and the certain individuals who accompanied them. She didn't know who Grey, Narla, or Bakir were. When everything had settled down and they were all aboard, she stared at the city that had fallen apart just moments after she touched foot on the gangplank. The young woman looked down at the boards of the ship, retreating to the edge so she could peer off and lean on something. She was terribly dizzy from all of this, not to mention the wobbling of the ship left her feeling unbalanced.

Pela looked down at the book by that point, touching the edges of the front cover carefully. She made a face that, on top of the terror, suggested curiosity. She wanted to open it and read, but was concerned of drawing attention to herself. This was, after all, the old beggar's book. Her eyes peeled from the knowledge in her hands, focusing instead on the group nearby.

Instead of being surprised by Grey's appearance once he peeled the mask away from his face, she just looked at him wondering why he wore a mask in the first place. Then again, she wasn't exactly in control of his brain and how it functioned, so as far as she knew it could just be an accessory or some such thing. Besides. The ship was full of interesting characters, and truly she was a little bit less scared about being what she was. That being said, the way the beggar described merfolk had her concerned that people around these parts really didn't think they existed, and on top of that, there was a deep-seeded self-consciousness that wouldn't likely go away easily, even if everyone knew and was alright with her. Probably due to the strange deformity she had.

Regardless, she tugged on her skirt as she normally did and made way, along the edge there with one hand on the topmost part of the wood, to the rest of the group. "I'm glad you two are alright," she said quietly, a bit of a small smile on her face. She didn't know them well at all, but they were important. She looked up to the hydra again, biting her lip.

Thankfully, the Captain listened to what she was babbling on about, what the beggar said that is. They were going north.

For the time being, safety could be assumed. The hydra was no where to be seen. The closest civilization for now had been devoured by the seas leaving their only space to embrace being the seas. The motions of the boat were subtle rocking and bobbing due to the different directions of currents and the waves. The door to the captain's cabin creaked open slightly and from it came his voice. "Bakir." It was pleasant to see one of his familiarities close enough to the door for him to whisper. "Show these guests some fine hospitality. Allow them to go below deck to the barracks of the ship, but no further. No one goes into the lowest deck." The door shut as quietly as it was cracked open.

The ship was composed of four layers. The top deck, the barracks, the munitions and the rower's layer. Something was down there, something preferred that none see by the Captain's favor. A sort of tickle in the back of those sensitive to magics could pick up slightly on the eerie feeling at the lowest deck.

On the barrack deck, it would be much like a standard rest area. The walls were lined with two rows of beds that were held in place by chains that kept the bed's frame from collapsing, much like a fold out bed while in between every other supporting beam on this deck were already tied hammocks. The only options of where someone would want to rest. Given the length of the ship there were four columns of these chained to the wall beds on either side of the ship. In between each of these aforementioned beds was a barrel with a candle to provide light for what ever purpose. In said barrels are a multitude of supplies from blankets to matches. At the very center on this layer light could be shone through the iron grate from the top deck.

The book Pelagia held onto had begun to seep water from its pages, curious enough and slip from her grasp the same way the Captain could not. WHen the book fell upon the ground the book's cover opened to the first page. Pages still secreting sea water, it also began turning into sand, however in a method that would construct something. It did not take long for the full structure to rise in full form.

The structure remained solid with water still pouring from around the object of interest for just a long enough for everyone to get a full view of it. Just before the structure collapsed the water ceased its profuse release and the structure fell inward leaving behind any sandy remnants that may have gotten anywhere. Then it closed all on its own.

Desecra would give Sylass a contemplative look when he mentioned her "wisdom", folding her arms and rumbling with a low "Hrmm". He must be really smart, too, to acknowledge her intelligence! She was admittedly surprised, because she'd always known lizardfolk to be of little wit. This one impressed her in the slightest.
She began to pace away, careful not to step on the Hobbit, pausing when her coworkers finally rejoined them. This was a good thing. She hadn't been too troubled by the thought of leaving them behind, indifferent rather, but it was better that they'd made it. That meant less work for her.
She'd glance back with vague interest as Greyonji would announce his intentions, curious to see what was hidden beneath. She would be disappointed. Facial markings and peculiar eyes? That was nothing to get excited over. She decidedly ignored the "fairy", her attention at last falling on Pelagia.
"An' you," she'd boom, jabbing a thick finger in the girl's direction, "Hoot are ye? Hoot's on yer face?" Her heavy steps caused the deck to tremble as she approached, leering at the spots on Pelagia's face. The goliath's attention gradually shifted the the book, eyes widening- then narrowing dangerously- at the spectacle. She failed to see the symbolism, that the sand was a stone structure and the water represented the ocean tides. To her, it was just weird, and she'd scowl deeply. "Tha's cursed," she growled, suddenly lifting the hammer off her back. Her eyes glimmered ominously as she raised the massive weapon over her head in preparation of smashing down on the book! "Dinnae want it on tha ship!"
{DESECRA SMASH}
{Excellent, just thought I'd check I honestly don't intend for it to get much more gory than that :}}

Sylass too seemed interested in the Fairy's face, but didn't seem all that impressed either. Sure, it's different. But different didn't mean frightening."Good. Marked Fairy has less to hide now. Keep mask off." Ir didn't sound like it, but Sylass was in fact pleased. Revealing his face gave the Lizard less to worry about.

It was good to see Pelagia had made it to the ship. This quest would have been doomed from the very beginning if she wasn't there. She didn't seem like a strong person in Sylass' eyes, but she was crucial. That made her worth his time. He decided to go check out the ship with anyone who would tour him, but he'd get bored pretty quickly. Beds, barrels, yawn. Taverns have those too. He got much more the impression ships were just floating taverns, and frankly, it dissapointed Sylass who expected so much more from these majestic vessels. Of course he was yet to realize how far these things could take a person.

Once back upstairs, he stuck near the railling, looking down at the sea. Now there was something strange to him, gliding atop the waves like this. That at least he could appreciate. But then he overheard Desecra. He quickly looked over his shoulder. What was she doing!? Pelagia and the book were crucial to this quest!"No!" He yelled as soon as he saw her hammer flash.

He quickly turned around and proved just how speedy he was. He launched himself at the Goliath, hissing. Should he be succesful in his attempt, he'd quickly recollect himself, yelling "Tall woman leave book and Reader be. Cursed or not, they under Sylass' protection!"

Foy too, was unsure of why Greyonji wore a mask in the first place. His facial markings were uncommon yes, but they weren't unseemly of disfiguring, if Foy herself had had such markings, she would have worn them with pride, simply for the uniqueness that they could provide.

SHe watched from the rail, that she could barely peer over until she could no longer see the town, or the terrifying monster. It filled her heart with sadness that there was nothing she could do for the people back in that town. They'd been terrible and cruel with that poor old beggar sure... but did anyone really deserve to die in this manner? Foy would have been hard pressed to find an example of someone she felt did.

All that surrounded them was sea now, and Foy was able to turn her now somewhat sombre attention to the others on board. Some had perhaps had a tour around the ship, though Foy had not left the rail once so far. She would have to have a look below deck now,and that was truly her plan, as she backed away from the side, and towards everyone else.

Her plan was somewhat delayed as Pelagia's book became to turn to sand... not like the beggar exactly, but forming itself into an odd shape, the likes of which Foy had never seen. When it turned back Foy was left looking at the book blankly. "So... so is that something we need to look for?... whatever that was?..." It stood to reason it must be part of their instructions, but she was unclear on exactly how.

She didn't have time to dwell on it though, because the giant woman was upset about the witchy book, and she seemed intent on destroying it, or Pelagia, or perhaps both. Foy too, rushed to her aid, though was likely overlooked, considering that Sylass was a much larger, more real threat then tiny little Foy. "You mustn't destroy the book, or Pelagia! How else will we get to the Thirteenth Sea?!" She didn't want the captain to turn around and drop them back off at the doomed city.

Bakir’s head slowly tilts back, his gaze drifting towards the sails of the ship, before his lips curl into a bright, white smile, “Very well.” Bakir’s form slowly pushes upwards, upon its legs, standing with its back against the wall. Bakir’s right, dull, golden gauntlet rotates the hiltless blade to point its tip towards the wooden planks. His back pushes off against the ship’s wall, his form rocking forward, as the tip of the hiltless blade sways forward, subtly, before Bakir’s right, dull, golden gauntlet lifts the hiltless blade, resting it flatly against his shoulder with a subtle twist of the wrist. His leather-bound sandals take a step forward, before his gaze drifts towards the giantess. His throat clears, as his lips close, the raspy cough escaping only in the faintest of sounds, “Are you frightened, friend?” Bakir’s sandals scuff softly, against the wooden planks, before his form stops besides the giantess, his expression staring forward, “The captain would have an excuse to void your contract, if you start killing his welcomed guests.”

Bakir’s right pointer finger taps its dull, golden encasing against the hiltless’s flat side, “Narla, bring the others to the beds below. Yok baska.” Narla’s amethyst gaze snaps towards Bakir, then towards the other passengers, her right hand slinging the bow’s tan-clothed strap over her shoulder and front, tightening it with a pull of her right hand. Narla’s cloth covered feet carried her form swiftly towards Pelagia’s, her cloth wrapped hands pulling upon the femme’s clothing around the shoulders, lifting her up, should she have fallen down during the intimidation. Narla’s short, barbaric tongue could be heard from underneath the veil, “Come. Rest.”

Grey was relieved to see no one here cared for his facial features, he would put the mask back on then push it up so that it was held to the top of his head. As he was shown around the ship Grey picked up on the slightest trace of magic from a crack in the floor. He dismissed it, however, and merely assumed it was what allowed the captain to operate the ship without a crew.

He was surprised to see the book secreting this much magic, up until now he had yet to see even so much as the flicker he saw back at the tavern. It appeared to be using creation magic, much like the create object spells, and at the same time using shape and control spells to manipulate what it made. Maybe the book itself cast the spells?

Greyonji's inspection was cut short as Desecra prepared to strike either Pelagia or the book. He was ready to jump between Desecra and the others to stop here as the two seemed important, but it seemed the others had stopped her. However, if she wasn't stopped he would jump between them and glance her hammer to the side with one of his barriers.

Although Pelagia listened to where she could and could not go, she didn't much feel up to moving just now. She wanted to feel comfortable on the top floor and watch as the wreckage of the once-town disappeared past the horizon first. She felt terrible she couldn't save anyone. Selfish, even, but tried to ease herself by saying they mistreated the poor old beggar.

But she felt worse after that.

Did she seriously just justify countless deaths?

Thankfully, her attention was brought away from the death and carnage behind them, and now toward the massive woman approaching her, whom started questioning her about her appearance. Becoming panicky she squeezed the book tighter and started muttering responses that weren't exactly words. Yeah, the woman was scary. But thankfully, there was a distraction!

As she squeezed it, the book that soaked her arms and fell to the floor. She almost felt heartbroken, as if the book was rejecting her now. But no... when the sand sputtered forth and formed into what looked to be a land mass, she just stared. Wow. "Is it telling us something?" she muttered to herself.

Desecra instantly stole her focus away from the strange book before her as it returned to its normal state. She let out a shriek and ducked down to snatch up the book into her arms. Thankfully Sylass and Foy came to the book's (and her?) rescue. Aw, why were they defending her too? How sweet! Did she make friends so soon? (No, Pela, you lonely soul. They aren't friends yet.) Oooh, but maybe sometime soon! she replied to herself in thought.

She had to remember to thank them for protecting the book. And her.

For now, her eyes were wide and trained on the giantess, scampering backward to allow space between she and Desecra. She felt especially protective of the book now. Who was to say the woman wouldn't sneak and destroy the book while she was sleeping? She needed to keep it with her at all times, she decided. At all times.

Oh no. Oh god no.

It was becoming her precioussss...

Sylass would collide with the half-giant just as her weapon peaked, but unfortunately, tackling Desecra was much like tackling a stone pillar. Her body barely flinched on impact, and his hissing gained nothing more than a brief glance of annoyance.
When little Foy joined in, Desecra did not slow, but replied "BOLT, wee brae Hobbit," stomping past her as Pelagia scrambled away.
Her eyes narrowed at the retreat. "Geez it 'ere," she rumbled irritably, "or all skelp ye aff the damn boot!"

It was in this moment that Bakir at last intercepted.

When the word "frightened" was uttered, it appeared as if Desecra was on the verge of acquiring a new target. She'd quietly growl "Ah?" then roar "AFEARED?" She lowered her hammer to her side, pounding the flat head against the plank in her tantrum, sending a shudder through the deck but otherwise causing no damage. The goliath positively glowered at Bakir as her contract was mentioned. Her lips pressed tightly together. Those smoldering eyes suggested she was quite ready to slip into a berserker's rage befitting her kind. However, after a moment of seething with fury, she drew a deep breath and began a "mental cool-down count".
One
Two
Three...
Five?
Desecra's expression faded to confusion. Numbers made her head hurt.
She exhaled lengthily, and although she was still rather tense, she managed to calm herself. A last glare was aimed at the book before she lumbered towards the sleeping quarters, grumbling to herself about curses and their imminent demise.

Such an amazing force this woman was. Even when the tackle came unexpected she didn't seem to move one bit. Sylass did not like this one bit! Sure, she'd make for a great foe to fight, but if in the end he could not protect the book and its keeper, what use was Sylass to anyone? This was enough to get an existential crysis! The unstoppable force has met the immovable object!

Sylass' nostrils flared in anger."Giant woman act out of fright! Cursed or no, need it for Tirteenth Sea!" He hissed as she left. The Lizard walked over to Foy and Pelagia."Seems Hobbit Foy saved day. Did well, must admit." Sylass spoke. Seems like no one got hurt from that, except his own pride.

Foy, despite being called brave only a moment before, likely scampered as far backwards from where Desecra was stepping when she stormed through, not wanting to become an imprint on the bottom of the giantess's large foot.

She figured this was because she wasn't brave at all, but foolhardy, and not long for this world, especially considering the person she'd been berating could have snapped her more easily then a twig.

Sylass apparently though she'd saved the day though, though Foy herself was convinced it had been the woman's ship mate, who'd deterred her tantrum. She would take the praise quietly though. Perhaps it would work out better for her, if they thought her formidable, she was beginning to realize she was on a ship of warriors, and she was becoming concerned that she was in a little over her head...

Narla’s cloth covered hands move to shake the shoulders of Pelagia firmly, her eyebrows faintly crossing together underneath the veil, “No think, move now.” Narla’s amethyst gaze snaps to the giantess and Bakir, before her form straightens, her amethyst gaze snapping to the hobbit, the lizard, and the fairy, before her arms cross in front of her form, and then un-cross.

Bakir’s forlorn gaze drifts towards the giantess, his right hand’s pointer finger tapping the flat of the hiltless blade with the dull, golden gauntlet. His gaze remains solely upon the giantess’s when she raises her voice, his gaze drifting towards the giantess’s back, before his left hand lifts up, forming a fist, near his lips. A rattling, raspy cough was emitted from his lungs, “If you would like to know where you’ll be sleeping, Narla will show you to the beds below.” Bakir’s form turns around, his leather-bound sandals scuffing upon the wooden planks, his right hand lowering the hiltless blade to have its tip pointed to towards the planks below. Bakir’s form turns about, his legs bending, his knees apart, while his right hand lays the hiltless blade flatly over the width of his legs. Bakir’s forearms place themselves upon his thighs, his gauntlets turned inward, as his form seems to crouch.

Narla’s amethyst gaze snaps towards Bakir’s form, before returning to the others’, “Narla will show where beds. Come.” Narla’s right hand is lifted, her form turned half-way between the stairs down and the group, as her right hand beckons. Her cloth covered feet carry her form towards the stairs down, before her amethyst gaze snaps towards the others, before her right hand places itself upon the side-railing, her cloth-covered feet carrying her form deftly down the stairs.

Despite who was on deck or who was below in the barracks the door to the captain's quarter's crept open. The golden horizon from the evening sun cast an illuminating haze over the front of the door clearly marking the areas lit and those not. Stepping out from the darkness was the ship's present 'owner', The Captain. "Desecra. Please by all means do not destroy the book." He spoke as though he had been aware of the acts that ensued as they went along. Odd. "The sun is setting and the town that plummet to its peril is far behind us. His eyes skimmed over those who stood on his deck. "Bakir. Disregard the first order. We might yet be close."

"Pelegia. What appeared from that book?" Rounding from the cabin's entrance to ascend the stairs and tend to the ship's wheel. The height advantage gave him a farther range of view to cast forward. The sun was still a ways from sinking under the horizon line so there was quite some sunlight to be had. Reaching for his side a telescope that was slung there made of brass was withdrawn and extended. Holding the length of brass to his eye he scoured the view's rim. Seeing only a few rock formations, but with the sun's golden haze they were indistinguishable outside of being a black mass.

Whether Pelegia replied or not with an answer when the telescope was lowered the ship quaked once. The sails began to roll back up into their stationary positions as the ropes and ties did their unmanned work. Raising his eyes to the works he frowned deep. "I pray to Nautilus none of ye' are weak of heart." The ship held its momentum until it drew to a crawl. The waves continued their wish-washing along the ship's hull. Every creak the ship made could be heard, but rest assured its durability is secure. Turning his eyes back toward the black mass he initially spotted, returning his gaze through the telescope to see that it was no longer there.

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