Lava Alckon

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Farim & Anastasia

Forest Dancing & Spirit Sightings Part 1

Time: Nighttime
Location: Lover’s Lake

Farim nodded along as Anastasia spoke. He was truly flattered that she was thinking about him throughout the day, and a noticeable blush would appear on his cheeks. As she spoke about reconciling with her brother he couldn’t help but give her a reassuring hug. ”I hope he hears you out and that you face no more family troubles. It can be tough when family fights.” She had smiled in turn.

If As the music swelled, and the offer for Anastasia’s dance was given, Farim smiled and nodded. ”Annie, I don’t need something like music to convince me to have a dance with you.” His hands moved to hold hers and if she would move with him, he’d move them to an open space in the clearing. ”What sort of dance would you fancy tonight?”

Anastasia took his hands and squeezed them, “I fancy the fun kind of dance! Where we spin and tap our barefoot feet in the grass like fairies in the woods!” She exclaimed and excitedly added, “Then after let’s go drink that weird stuff they’re giving out.”

Farim took a moment to imagine the steps she spoke of, and nodded. He reached down to remove his footwear and placed them to the side. With a dramatic spin on his barefoot and a slight skip he held a hand out to offer a physical connection while they would begin to frolick. ”Then let us dance like the fairies of eld and enjoy the … stuff as you say.” He wasn’t entirely sure what her next movements would be, but he would follow her lead all the same.

Anastasia grinned, her eyes shining with excitement, she started guiding Farim into a whimsical dance that seemed somehow both effortless and as if she had probably made it up on the spot, “I’d love to be a fairy. I think you’d make a pretty one! Do you like fairy tales? I haven’t read many but the idea of them are fun… I prefer to make my own stories rather than read them.”

As the two began their dance, the echoing drums thrummed throughout the clearing. The intricate and careful movements of Roman and Mina caught Farim’s attention for a moment before he switched back to Anastasia. ”I think the pretty fairy here would be you, Princess. As for stories…” He pondered as his steps moved to match her levels of whimsy. He seemed to plan his steps carefully, and measured himself to always be within arms reach of his dance partner

”I read many books. I find their stories, messages, and lesson very intriguing. But you are right, Annie. The best stories are the ones we make ourselves.” He slid behind her and wrapped his arms around her in a flirtful maneuver. Farim’s eyes met with the woman’s, holding a clear desire for Anastasia as the dance would take a brief pause.

Anastasia smiled faintly upon the compliment, listening with intrigue as she twirled herself around. She soon found herself in his arms and they wrapped around her. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled as their eyes met, “I’ve never been much of a reader. It always gave me a gnarly headache!” She informed him softly, “Maybe you can read me your favorite one sometime… But do tell me Farim…”

She rotated her body around and wrapped her arms around his neck, “What kind of story do you want to write for yourself?”

It was a question Farim had never been asked. His expression was a mix of mild befuddlement and being impressed by the thought provoking inquiry. But nonetheless it was one he felt ready to answer.

”My life has traversed the many typical genres we know about. The mystery of my upbringing and the thrill and knowing each day in the dunes could have been my last. The history of my country is one that fills my life to this day. The horror of my family's darker secrets are ones that still give me the occasional chill. The friends I have made and the stories I can tell of my journeys are a mixture of comedy, tragedy, and in some cases something straight out of a fantasy. I’ve experienced many things, Princess. But the one that still eludes me is the tale of a good romance. One that captivates the heart and refuses to let go. But I realize such things do not come easily. However that is the story I would like to write, with the hands of the one who I hopefully will be calling my partner.”

He smiled and gently rubbed the back of her palms. He was sure there would likely be some implications behind his words - so he took care not to have an imposing stance over the woman as they both stood amidst a field of dancers and revelers. But it was here in this natural field, with the two covered in each others touch, gaze, and presence that the pen or Farim’s heart began to subconsciously write its own tales. ”What of your story, Annie? Which chapter will you begin to write next?”

Anastasia had started off smiling, enjoying hearing the range of action in Farim’s life, but it soon was replaced by a look of surprise and vulnerability. The touch, though subtle, was an unexpected gesture that seemed to bypass the walls she had built around her heart for just a moment. The rhythmic pulse of the distant laughter and singing formed a distant backdrop to a silent pause in their conversation. She met Farim's eyes, searching for something desperately that she did not dare define to herself. Her focus narrowed, the world shrinking to the connection shared between their hands.

“Romance,” she repeated softly, almost to herself, as if testing the weight of the word. The concept felt foreign; a territory unexplored and intimidating. Unconsciously, she reciprocated the touch by gently rubbing his hands in hers. “I … I don’t know what my future holds. I’ve always improvised in the moment I suppose.”

A shift in her anxiety manifested as a sudden upturn of her lips. “How about those mysterious drinks? Should we try them?” She suggested.

Farim in turn, felt the slowed response, the weight of what she wanted to say almost manifested around them. His eyes could only look at her lips as the words slowly spilled from them. It was as if his own desires were made real in that very moment, and the sensation of her hands within his caused a rhythmic heartbeat that Anastasia could faintly feel against her back as his heart raced.

”Sometimes, following the heart is all we can do.” Was all he could offer in retort in the moment, and as she offered the idea of drinks, Farim took the lead and moved them both by the area where they served the mysterious elixirs. He took a cup in his hand and placed another in hers. The mixture seemed odd, and perhaps a tad smelly, but the man wrapped his arm around hers so his drink came back and touched his lips. ”Let us follow our hearts together, Annie.” He said as he began to drink from his cup.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Riverbloom
Interactions: Barrock @Conscripts, Aurora @Mole, Rowan, and Zora
Mentions: General Malaggar
Equipment: A greataxe with Shockwave and Ethereal enchantment, Leather armor with Absorption enchantment, and Magic Nullification shackles

The scene of the 4 humanoids gathered around a campfire in Riverbloom was a pleasant enough sight. The group was bonding and socializing so that they would perform better as a unit and grow closer as potential friends. Panning out, there was a broad figure hiding in the tree line. Someone who had been trailing them for some time on foot - and finally managed to catch them at a moment's rest. This elf was persistent to say the least. With orders from General Malaggar herself to either wound, kill, or capture any of the alleged rebels. He had his doubts that they were to be found so quickly, but hearing them talk of the "New Dawn" was all the confirmation he needed.

Stealth certainly wasn't Veric's strongest suit either - as he quickly realized the female light elf had begun to notice his presence. But this did not concern him. A wicked smile showing a flash of white malice in the darkness followed by the unsheathing of his greataxe meant Veric was ready to pounce on his prey, and shed as much blood as he could before making his final move. He was unsure which target to go for just yet - as his eyes panned around amongst them all. Finally his gaze landed on the one who seemed to be the most exhausted of the bunch.

"No shame in an easy target first. Let's start the fun..." He whispered to himself before launching himself from the tree-line. He hoisted his great-axe over his shoulder for a moment to reveal a small iron ball of bands that seemed to be shimmering with some form of enchantment. Meeting eyes with the strange foreigner - who talked of being a power rivalling a god - Veric decided that it was time this god be silenced. He chucked the ball in her direction, prompting it to begin unfolding into a full iron-bonded restraint chassis that would bind her should she not dodge it.

Once the ball was in the air, Veric continued his sprint at Aurora, axe swinging down in front of the group as a shockwave began to ring out from the earth that it struck. It was primarily aimed at the female light elf, but the others could very well be damaged should they take the hit as well. Playtime's over, rebels! Time for the General's finest to collect his prize!"

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Helm of the Saltrunner
Mentions: The Entire Pirate Crew

Equipment

330 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, treasure map, and a cloak

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With the approaching threat, and a few of them still lightly wounded from their skirmish, Tanithil thought of taking the evasive route. But an idea popped into his mischievous brain of combining an evasive maneuver with a little bit of battle savvy tactics to hopefully throw off the other pirates. ”Oi! Drew! Come take the wheel ya lazy bones and keep her peelin’ to port.” The young elf jumped up to the wheel and firmly gripped the wheel to hold the ship steady while Tanithil began to make his way below deck.

”Either get below deck with the cargo or get ready for a shock. We’re gonna give em a broadside to scare em off!” He shouted to the crew before practically jumping down the stairs. He gathered a couple nearby hands to ready two cannons along the starboard side of the ship. As they began to approach, a few figures above the ship could be made out to those who had good vision or a spyglass.

At center stage stood a proud looking light elf who sported a black tricorn and a silver stained leather eyepatch. Flanking either side of him were two canine demihumans who seemed to be literally chomping at the bit for some action. The light elf raised his hand and the ship steered towards the Saltrunner, ready to engage in some naval combat.

Avalia

Bardulf

Time: Evening
Location: Aboard the Righteous Tern
Interaction: Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, Zeva @Pink Khione, and Masako @dreamingflowers

Equipment

80 amas, Heirloom Halberd, cloak, set of leather armor/clothes
Newly Added:Winter clothes, 50 steel ball bearings, animal trap, net, darksight glasses, aand 30 ft of rope

The windy breeze of the sea continued brushing both cowl and hair aside as Bardulf fruitlessly tried to maintain a vigil of shroud to his face. After about the 15th time he gave up entirely and let the long brown locks of his flow freely. Still, each pace he took was measured and careful. After what could have easily been dozens of minutes he finally took his razor focus off the feel of the swaying ocean. Bardulf began to appreciate the sound of the wave lapping against the wooden ship, the errant beating of Starfire’s wings, the sounds of conversations above deck, and now the distinct clicking of wood on wood.

Somehow the last noise was louder than the rest and as Bardulf closed his eyes and listened intently to the sound, he realized a presence had unknowingly “snuck” up on him. He pivoted on his foot and swung to face the person with an almost robotic reaction. His purple eyes darted along the figure that stood before him, taking in their features. Bardulf could barely process the idea of a Warforged or the concept of artificial life in the first place. Yet here was living proof walking right into his path, or perhaps Bardulf walked into hers.

He lowered his arms that likely took a defensive stance, like that of a wild animal, and hid them under his winter cloak. With a nod he spoke softly to the Warforged. ”H-hello. Who might you be?”

Avalia

The Saltrunner sets Sail!

With the crew settled in and the ship making way along the southern seas of Avalia, all seemed to be at a steady calm. The sails were manned, cargo was accounted for, and deckhands were given various tasks to busy themselves while supper was prepared. There was the usual mixture of thrill, curiosity, and caution that came with any trip on the open seas. Not to mention the crews intrigue that was pointed at their captain. What exactly was his game? What did he have planned for them all? Questions likely buzzed in each of their heads, but ultimately the sight of the water and the need for constant attention would drown out any errant thoughts for the time being. Such was the way of the seas, ever attention-seeking and just as dangerous as it was beautiful.

As Tanithil continued steering the ship, a slight unease began to creep along the back of his neck. Scanning the horizon he found not much in the immediate area, so he called for a report from the Crow's Nest above. A hasty look from the young light elf stationed up there and an immediate shouted report would reveal that there was another ship on the horizon-line heading straight for them. Upon closer inspection, the jolly roger showed two silver-hued eyes that almost seemed to stare back at the young man through his spyglass. With a slightly more timid voice he yelled down to the crew - "It's the Silver Eyes!".

The Silver Eyes, a rogue pirate crew that was known for stalking this tretch of water to plunder what it could from other crews. They hardly looked for their own treasure and simply scouted for those returning from a hunt of their own, which earned them the name Silver Eyes. It was almost as if they had a nose for treasure - and each fight they won bolstered their confidence to the point where they have lately begun starting fights with any and all who sail near them. With a stern grip, Tanithil held onto the steering column and looked to his compatriots.

"Well lads. Feel like stuntin' a treasure swiper today? Cus I ain't plannin' on runnin' back the way we came. No sir-ee! Lest you lot wanna take the easy way out and outmaneuver the muts. That sounds like fun too." The elf said with a chuckle.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Drake

Attire: Mask, Jacket, and Pants/Shoes
Time: Evening of the 23rd
Location: Damien Estate
Mentions: Wulfric @Silverpaw

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With a light tap of his cane, Drake humored the man’s deduction. ”Is the costume so easily taken apart? Or are you perhaps far too good of a detective, Sir Danrose?” He lightheartedly joked. He would sound more chipper than usual to those who know him in passing. If he was to play a character, why not exaggerate his social quirks and make some fun out of it?

”Well, you may call me whatever pleases you most, Sir Raven.” He yet again poked fun at the costumes they both wore. ”I like to keep a smidgen of mystique to the identity. Like a good mystery novel, leaving just enough clues for the reader to piece them together.” He chuckled softly.

”As for Miss Camilia….” He paused for a moment, a slight dip in his voice as he softly lamented at the lost chance of a date with his crush. But it was quickly brushed off as he continued. ”She is unable to make it this evening. So I am but a lone bachelor this fine evening. I take it you share a similar fate as my own? Perhaps we could make the night a little less lonely for one another? At least for a spell.” A friendly smile found its way on Drake’s face, a picture perfect show of perfectly innocent intentions.

Drake wondered how the Queen might react to his casual conversation, and was ready to adjust himself should his demeanor seem out of line. But for now he seemed to be performing rather well. Perhaps this was his chance to better acquaint himself with some more prominent members of higher society, or a chance to make a new friend. The night could only tell, and it had only just begun.

Avalia

Time: Morning
Location: Helm of the Saltrunner
Mentions: The Entire Pirate Crew

Equipment

330 amas, Red-hilted dagger, Leather armor, compass, fancy spyglass, treasure map, and a cloak

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The past day was certainly a strange one. Tanithil mulled over the events briefly in his mind as he steered the ship. This newcomer, Sirena, had stowed away on the ship, and normally would’ve been simply thrown overboard. But her aiding Amisra when she did earned major brownie points in Tanithil’s eyes. She could have just as easily harmed her while she was vulnerable, and that certainly scared Tanithil at first. He decided to go along with Amisra’s plan to bring on the crew as well as made sure to stick to their cover story. At some point Arlen had become privy to it all as well, which gave him some slight relief as the man was good at picking apart Tanithil’s tall tales.

The time for reflection came and went, as they began to hit the more aggressive waters of the sea. Tanithil’s hand gripped on the steering column as he let out a list of orders for the crew. He shouted for the deckhands to make sure the remaining supplies were secured to the deck or down below, so that nothing flew overboard. Tanithil yelled up to the crow’s nest for their scout to alert him of anything major. He turned back to the small group of younger pirates the crew dubbed “The Galley Goshers” and told them to start working on meal prep for dinner in the mess hall. Once the majority of the crew began to do their work, he began to address the ‘stars’ of the crew.

”Right then. Let’s see what else needs doin’...Arlen! You think you could watch the sails for me? Try and keep em upwind as best ya can so we can get a fast trip through these waters. Would hate to run into trouble so early on.”

He began to steer in the proper course based on his map, and took a moment to place the steering lock in place so the ship wouldn’t errantly turn while he took a step back from the wheel. ”Ismael. I’d like you to come take a look at this ‘er map. If you’re going to be livin’ amongst us it could do you some good to pick up some navigational skills. Once we land in the desert area we’ll also look into practicing some of your magic since you’ll be in your element. None of your flame shit on board though or so help me I’ll tie ya to the front of the ship and let the waves douse your flames.” Tanithil spoke half-joking and half serious, seeing how he didn’t want a fire on his first major expedition on the Saltrunner.

His attention shifted as he noticed Amisra wincing off to the side. He handed the map and went to the railing, looking over to her and speaking in his usual campy tone. ”And what do you think you’re doin outta bed, missy? You’ve got 3 good reasons to be takin’ it easy these next few days.” He said as his fingers trailed along his ribcage, mimicking the three bruised ribs of hers. His look shifted to that of slight concern but ultimately he knew he could do very little to keep this woman from adventuring. It was in her blood, and that certainly worried him more than it should. ”Stay on deck and try to keep an eye out for anything the scout might miss - but no heavy liftin’!” His eyes narrowed as he went back to make sure the wheel of the ship was still steady.

”And for our newest star of the show, I’d like you to simply observe how we run things ‘round here. Try to get a grip of how things flow and ebb on these Avalian waters. If someone suddenly comes up with some form of injury I’ll ask you for some triage advice, seein’ how we don’t have much of a healer ‘side from the Captain.” He stopped barking orders and resumed navigating with Ismael likely at his side.

The Captain had expressed his interest in letting Tanithil hold the reins for a spell. Something about finding a “proper first mate”. So he shrugged it off and took on the duties that came with it. But it was certainly a strange role to fill, and he had his curiosities for why the Captain suddenly wanted to take a back seat for something that could very well hold the fate of the entire country. He decided it might be best to do some snooping later, and see just what he could be up to. For now he spoke once more to the crew.

”Alllllright you gits! We’ve got about a 5 days travel ahead of us. So don’t be doing anything nutty till we make landfall then please and thank you! This’ll be the last bit of my voice you’ll hear for awhile so enjoy the peace n quiet while it lasts~!” He chuckled as he left the crew to do as they would, and hopefully stay somewhat within his orders.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Drake

Attire: Mask, Jacket, and Pants/Shoes
Time: Evening of the 23rd
Location: Damien Estate
Mentions: Wulfric @Silverpaw, Ariella @tpartywithzombi, and Queen Alibeth @princess

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The night truly had taken a strange turn. Many unexpected events, and many unexpected conclusions. But nonetheless as Drake finished the last bit of his bourbon he let the flaming sensation sit in his throat before bringing his attention back to the matter at hand. He had wanted to go to a nice posh party and enjoy some fine socializing with other folks, and he wouldn’t let things like this ruin his evening.

He re-donned his costume and even found a nice cane amongst his things to add to the flair of his outfit. With a slight wobble, he made his way to the front and requested for a carriage back to the estate. Hopefully my composure returns before I make it back or I might be a sight for sore eyes. He thought to himself. The ride was short and silent, giving Drake plenty of time to think about his interaction with his sister and just what sort of things could be happening in those woods. Before he could make any meaningful progress or decisions about it, the carriage came to a stop, signifying he was back at the party.

With slow steps Drake tested the waters, and sure enough it was like he had never drank at all. He silently thanked his genes for letting him hold his liquor and began to make his way into the ball. The sounds were the first to hit his senses. The serene music did a splendid job of painting the atmosphere of the area, and the several people around with varying levels of mystique to their costumes delighted Drake. Once he had taken in the scenery, his eyes scanned the crowd for potential talking points and approachable party goers.

Amongst the most notable were the duo of women off to the side, one with bronzen skin and the other seeming to struggle with her attire. There was the duo of what appeared to be a fairy and a lion talking, who shortly split off to their respective parties. Then there was the unmistakable visage of Count Calbert and Queen Alibeth herself even. Drake had to do a double take to make sure he caught that last one properly. He also noticed next to the Queen a raven-figure who he could only assume was one of the princes given how close they were to Queen Alibeth in such casual nature. Trotting from them rather triumphantly is a man in a wolf-like attire that Drake could not entirely recognize. He made a mental note of that individual for later, he seemed rather interesting himself. But with such grand events like these passing up a chance to interact with the Queen herself would likely get Drake scolded, reprimanded, or all kinds of things from his Mother so at the very least he wanted to make a good impression on the upper royalty. That and he did find the three princes themselves rather interesting individuals. Even Callum had a form of charm in the way he rebelliously followed his own path.

With his cane lightly clicking on the floor, he made his way across the gala and found himself standing across from who he would soon learn to be Wulfric and Queen Alibeth. Once there he took a substantial bow and in a voice that carried just a tinge of mystique to it he introduced himself.

”Your Royal Highnesses, it is such an honor to meet you both in a public setting such as this. Your decorum and attire are as lovely as ever. Allow me to introduce myself if I may.” He would pause for any sort of rejection from the pair, straightening his posture and placing the cane in front of him with two hands holding its tip.

”I am the Musician this evening. Given my personal interests I find it best suits the theme of my outfit. However….” Drake’s hand grabs at his mask delicately, pulling it to the side so just the two of them may peek at his features. ”You both of course may already know me as Drake Edwards. Allow me to say once again, pleasure to meet you both.”

Avalia

Bardulf

Time: Morning -> Evening
Location: Roshmi City -> Roshmi Port, aboard an unnamed ship
Interaction: Mister Luum @FunnyGuy, Rue @Potter, Bowyn @Helo, and Zeva @Pink Khione

Equipment

80 amas, Heirloom Halberd, cloak, set of leather armor/clothes
Newly Added:Winter clothes, 50 steel ball bearings, animal trap, net, darksight glasses, aand 30 ft of rope

Bardulf took the opportunity to gather some things he knew would be necessary if he were to continue being amongst a group of avid hunters and adventurers in a realm where magic was very much real and the creatures were about ten times as dangerous. With the little amas he had, he garnered a small mental shopping list and with the safety of the group nearby, purchased 30 feet of rope, an animal trap, a fishing net, some winter clothes, and 50 steel ball bearings that were for a little idea he had. Just as he was looking to leave the shop he overheard the clerk talking about a nice pair of night-seeing glasses he had purchased the other day, and Bardulf couldn't help but be curious. Hunting at nighttime was the worst for him considering he had very little vision, and relied heavily on his hearing to find prey. However after taking one look through these night-vision granting glasses, he knew he had to have them.

With his coin purse much later he gathered his gear and joined the others on whatever errands they considered necessary to finish and before long they had made their way to an entire wooden vessel capable of floating on the water. Bardulf had never seen such a thing, being in a landlocked country surrounded by forestlands. One step on the deck proved to strange and wobbly, as if he had poor footing no matter where he stood. The rocking of the waves gave his internal organs their own challenge as he stopped himself from feeling sea sick as best he could. These new sensations were certainly interesting....Bardulf would have preferred simply walking but from what little Mister Luum had told him, they were about to go to a far away winter island. So the man simply bucked up and dealt with the discomfort as he normally would, and simply told himself that it would be worth it when he could step on freshly packed snow again. He truly missed the feeling, having been sent here in the middle of the springtime back home.

Bardulf would currently be near the helm of the ship, still shrouded in his cloak to hide his appearance as best he could, but also taking short paces around the top of the ship to practice his footwork and balance. Once he began to familiarize himself with it, it was no different then hiking on the mountainside in the rain. "A calm foot paves the strongest path" is what his father would always tell him. With great effort, he practiced getting used to the sway of the sea and would be intently focused, hardly noticing if anyone were to come by.

TL;DR

Bardulf buys some hunting gear, winter clothes, and night-vision goggles with everyone present and follows them to wherever they may go shop. Time skips ahead to the evening where the group is on board a ship. Bardulf is currently pacing the helm practicing his footwork since he's never seen or been on a "ship" before, and it is proving to be quite the challenge.

Avalia

The Saltrunner sets Sail!

As the day passed on, the crew of the Saltrunner prepared the ship for its next voyage. The previous day had been eventful, what with the enoucnter of bloodthirsty bandits looking for a quick score, as well as giving their young charge Ismael a chance to experience the more questionable side of Avalia's underbelly. The night would prove to be uneventful compared the early afternoon, and the crew would have a chance to enjoy the solace of a fully belly and whatever entertainment their evenings provided. Because we all know pirates never really sleep.

Captain Drosis was busy as usual with procuring the permits to travel along their destined path as well as gathering information from his network of sources. He had given Tanithil something that he called "opportunity" to show off his capabilities aside from just "flinging shadow magic". Once the elf had called Tanithil into his office, he slid a piece of paper across his desk and gestured to look at it while continuing to look over a peculiar binder of his own that he had crafted with twine and paper. Tanithil picked up the parchment and knew immediately just what it was. A map. Possibly to treasure. Possibly to danger. He was unsure where at first. However the Captain quickly assured him this was a special map he had procured from an old friend back in Port Vanarosa. Said friend had gotten it himself off the back of a myserious cart owned by a mysteriously scrawny orc (compared to other orcs that is).

The map itself promised a great treasure where it was marked, but Tanithil held reservations. False maps and tricks were not far off from other pirates - or even giving a map to a treasure they already plundered to turn double the profit. The sources in this case seemed trustworthy enough, so the dark elf took the map as a serious chance for their crew to earn some more gold - and train their new member. The location was south of the Orc city of Dugmaghord, in the southern reaches of the desert and just along the line of what most considered the "uninhabitable zone" of the desert. They would certainly have to be careful but Tanithil figured it would be a proper challenge for crew of the mighty Saltrunner. With a nod he folded the map up, and walked out of the Captain's quarters. The ship itself had been prepped to launch for some time now, and was only awaiting the orders of Drosis before setting out. Tanithil put his fingers to his lips and whistled sharply for the crew to hear.

"Right then! I gots us a destination from the Captain himself. Says we might find us a good haul if we make it to the desert in the east. South of Dugmaghord. Let's sail out, Saltrunners!" With that proclomation he immediately swung a vine of dark energy up into the raftors to lift himself onto the helm of the ship, and readied himself to steer the ship out of port and into the deep blue Avalian sea. Whatever dangers or trials awaits, he did not know much of, but he took another glance at the crew and smiled, ready to take anything on beside them.