LadyRunic

Crator Island.

The drow woman frowned at the holes in mild concern. She would have preferred one way in and a wall she could get about at her back. But as this was what she had, it would do for the first night. Night would fall and far too quickly for Zarriia's liking. They would need firewood, which seemed plentiful, and something to block the back of the whole. Sizing them up her brow furrowed as she worked out whether the small boat she came in could be put on it's side or propped against the ship to perhaps limit the light of the fire and make a rough wall. But she kept her steps light and weapons at the ready as she moved over to the supplies in the dwarven ship to pry lids off of the barrels and crate to see what laid inside.

As she moved and worked carefully, there was no need to get a asp in the face, or some deadly trap, Zarriia was prepared to jump away or 'hit the deck'. Her lips twitched at the humor in that thought, though she didn't let the elf see it. Best he think her ruthless, cold and deadly. Safer for her, and better to keep him quelled. Speaking with a authoritative tone, she purred adding a sultry inflection on her voice. "Do be a dear and get fire wood and bring out supplies over here. Night will be upon us soon, and I'd rather not attract unwanted attention." Sharp eyes cast over her shoulder at Aquilla, "Lest you think these fell by sheer happen stance?"

Crator Island.

Sorry for the late Reply, working on it. Apparently when posting my phone I should double check that it goes through!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Dusksong Yes we are.

@FallenTrinity It's below.

Also, note. We're looking for a new Springer Ruler so that position is open.

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Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Bumping this. We're looking for more people and a Fae Ruler for Spring

Crator Island.

The hawk eyed Drow nodded her head slowly as she stepped to the side, leaving the way open towards the boat and her supplies. Walking with sure and swift strides towards the ruin of the Dwarven ship, Zarriia called back over her shoulder. "Don't get greedy, it's got to last us both." Her smile was a feral grin that promised nothing good. "Or I may have to reduce the numbers." The threat in that statement clear and deadly as any of the knives she carried. If he wasted even a morsel she'd gut him. Torture him, enjoy him. Her blood sung with glee at the thought. While she wasn't needlessly blood thirsty, Zarriia was a drow and as such she enjoyed the letting of blood. It fascinated her and thrilled her as few other things did.

Observing the ship she loosened her daggers and sword. Prepared for any attack that may take her by surprise. Her feet moving to more easily balance herself, or spring away should the ship be unstable. Ready for the worst was her motto, and reap the best. Nothing bad could happen when you expected only the worst. With her keen eye, Zarriia was always keen to get the best. Often it was no matter the cost especially when hunting history or things of her amusements. Reaching the ship she peered into the darkness, carefully scoping for any threat or attack. Her hand on her sword hilt.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Belle I get it, been that way for me.

Crator Island.

She watched with a cold detachment, as if his magery and position did not bother her. In fact, the magery bothered Zarriia plenty, she had witness and partaken in more than one sacrifices and mages more often than not seemed to enjoy them more than they should. Of course it could just be a Drowish thing, but it was a risk she was willing to take. "Fine. Dry them and you'll have your water." Hopefully he had enough control as to not cook her. Or destroy her much needed gear.

Noting the boat and firewood, she turned her gaze back to the elf. There would be wood and shelter for the night at least, tomorrow she reasoned she would find more secure lodgings. A dwarven ship might hold items of use, most likely kegs of ale and such. Dwarves and their drinking. It nade for a good tavern visit other than that it was far too difficult. "I'll even extend the deal. Share of the supplies, and you follow my orders." Zarriia tilted her head to the side, grinning openly and relaxed.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@TemplarKnight07@Belle

Just go on ahead. and don't wait for my post. Going to be a bit since I'm scrubbing my house down to the bone.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@shylarah As for conflicting, then you are simply unable. You cannot act on either order, or against them. Often this does not happen as Fae strive to keep this from happening. It's also why spies are so rare. Conflicting orders.

But that's hard to do, as wording a HUGE thing in the Fae world. You can read the name, see it written you also have to say it properly. While when you hear it you can say in properly off of that.

Crator Island.

Sweeping the long braid that was reminiscent of pale moonlight over one shoulder. The pins having fallen out during the scramble for the small boat that had saved her wretched life. Her boat secure and thirst sated, she turned to face the elf with a ease and relaxation that belonged in a local tavern or home. Not on a beach littered with debris, and especially not with soar cliff walls that promised a demise Zarriia did not care to think about. Loosening her sword, she felt comfort from the steel that wrapped about her. Her golden eyes narrowed in thought. While magic was useful and certainly a danger. It also could become a crutch. She had seen it among her sisters, among the Priestess of Lloth. A well placed dagger, or bit of poison would easily bring down a mage. It was simply a bit more trickier. More cunning would be needed.

Though she was ready to fight if it was needed, she didn't offer violence as she walked to stand five yards from the surface elf. Her one hand resting on the pommel of her sword lazily. Her feet in a stance to lunge or dodge should he appear a threat, and the boiling water was a good indication he could well be one if he chose to. Something she didn't want nor need to tangle with as of this moment. They were in a dangerous situation and Zarriia was well aware that two worked better than one. Now to see where the elf stood on the matter.

Gold eyes took the elf in, each detail noted as she stood for a few long moments. He was not a bad looking for a surface elf. So she spoke, her voice neutral, but direct. "It seems we're in the same boat, or rather out of our respective boats." She let her lips quirk, her mask lowered as she didn't feel like tasting salt. Her gear would need washed and cleaned before she felt home in it again. "Don't think you'll get any of my supplies, lest you have a bargain to offer. Of course I'm presuming you understand the situation of stranded on a island with cliffs such as those?" Her stance was loose, but she was ready too move. Some surface elves could be so very testy and if this one was then she would have to deal with him for better or worse. She would not let another's idiocy chance her life. He could very well stab her in sleep, or come up when she was wounded or winded. He represented a risk, though one that needed taking.