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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>There is a small gathering of Royal guard looking standing around three large ships, in the middle of the group is a large poodle with no clan seal anywhere on his body. He is in chains and down as a small female mouse on rose red armor look to the crowd. "Alright! You've volunteer to help us rid this Felis Island of the apostate scum torturing the inhabitants. This little pup behind me is helping to naviagte all of us to the island in exchange for a little prison time instead of my axe in his chest. Now if you comming aboard step up and give me your name so I can assign you to your unit."<br> <br>The Black Iguana-dragon is one of the first to step up, outfitted like he usually is when in his draconic form. A salute is given just before he announces his name. Well, his title anyway, "Private Lunch of the Lightbringer Unit at your service. Growing Clan."<br> <br>Selena steps forwards to the guard. "Selena is my name." She states, with a short bow. "Taskmage of the Graceful folk."<br> <br>Arimia steps forward with her golem stomping along after. Her banded tail flicks behind her as she continues to talk toward the mouse. She stops a short distance away and says, "Arimia." She doesn't offer anything else, though her Clever Clan seal is visible.<br> <br>Claire steps up as well, smiling and waving to the guard. "Ehehe~ Claire of the Graceful folk here~" she smiles, the dancer bouncing up to the mouse.<br> <br>Kiyasai follows behind the intimidating figure of Mazurek, almost looking like she's trying to sneak on board despite her royal purple ceremonial regalia accompanying her polished heavy armors, a large hammer strapped to her back to create a great irony of a priest. "K-Kiyasai, clever folk. Priest on duty..."<br> <br>Trailing behind Arimia, Annabel's eyes are wide as she stares up at the ships' masts, the tall shark-girl all but bouncing along as they approach. It's with reluctance and a bit of embarassment that she realizes that she'll have to say something to the mouse, glancing back down to earth. "Er, Anna. Just Anna. Water folk, 'course. When do we sail?"<br> <br>The mouse looked at Mazurek, "Private lunch eh...Unit one!" She points to the first boat before a small black rat walks up, "Leeroy...Begger." The mouse rolls her eyes, "Unit three." She listens to female wolf, "Odd Accent on you, Taskmage... Unit 1!" Behind her a yellow tooth Feline with pathes of fur missing speaks up. "Jenkins...Retired warrior." She looks him over, "Unit 3." After pointing to the third boat. "Arimia.....Not much to the name? I'll take you as a wild card, Unit 1." She grumbled as a snow leopard and a cat approached her, "Both of you will be unit one." She smacked her face while looking the Shark. "By the creators, Your the fierces looking one, I would send you to unit three but I have high hops for a Shark... Get on the first boat and wait with the rest we set sell soon as the other captains fill their boats." She shouted to all the unit one members and instructed them to board the boat. "Alright, We are unit one to put it simply we are the ones that are going to clear the ruin itself. Unit three is foot shoulders and unit two is medical and math. Any stupid questions before we sail," The boat starts to leave the port while she talking, "Well too late direct all your stupid questions to the nearest moron with a blank expression on his face and all the smart ones to me." She says gruffly.<br> <br>Mazurek doesn't miss a beat after boarding the first boat, crossing his arms while he asks, "Where are we going, how long do we get there, and what do we do during the trip?" The eleven foot giant lizard smiles after a moment before heading to one side of the boat to gaze at the waves ahead.<br> <br>Selena nods, and strides across to the boat she'd been assigned. "Will we need a tailwind?" She queries, not expecting a response.<br> <br>Arimia narrows her eyes at the mouse's rolling of her eyes at the beggar. She doesn't say anything, however, and makes her way to the ship indicated. She finds somewhere as out of the way as someone with a large golem can get and sits down to wait until they arrive. As she waits she starts to go through her things, pulling out a few easily recognizable items, like a wrist mounted crossbow, and some more suspect looking things, like tools one would use to spring open locks. She seems to be going through and checking she has everything in order. <br> <br>Claire nods enthusiastically as she bounces up the boat, twiling along the way. "Hm.. I wonder what's there in the ruins...? Maybe... trasure? Or something else~! Oohh... I'm getting excited just thinking about it!" she laughs, happily moving over to the first boat.<br> <br>"S-Shouldn't I be in unit two?" Kiyasai manages before she's silenced and she squeaks at the mouse's tone despite her size and wisely chooses not to pursue the matter any further and boards the boat quietly, curling up so her knees are in her arms, picking a comfortable (as comfortable as they get anyway) seat far away from any oars, beside Arimia, and looking a little bit more comfortable now.<br> <br>"I /am/?" Annabel hunches, a bit too close to Arimia as they board the gangplank. "I... I wouldn't say anythin' about fierce, miss, but we /are/ gettin' to sail, right? There was somethin' else about buckling some swash?" Once the ship is moving she runs to the side, hands on the edge as she leans over and tastes the sea breeze. "Wooo!" The shark-girl is lanky and thin, dressed shabbily in a loose shirt and baggy pants with an old, burnished cutlass hanging from her belt; there's a hole cut in the back of the ensemble for a broad, vertically-finned tail, which slaps against the deck somewhat carelessly as she moves, like an overgrown puppy.<br> <br>The red mouse eyes the large lizard, "Stupid question, four to eight hours, Nothing the deck is full stocked with seafolk that are more than capable." She chuckled, "This boat is powered by Water Math below deck. The Sail is mostly for show or a lack of mages." She answered. She looks over the at Arimia and snorts, "Rest of you punks could learn from this pup." She stats not realizing what kinda creatuer Arimia is. "We've got a few hours so make the most of it, thought if a single one of you starts to lose your nerve or writing letters to whatever scum sucker you have back home feel free to swim back to your cuddly little holes in ground." She speaks gruffly as a small shimmer can be seen in distance from the water.<br> <br>Mazurek grins at the mouse while she gives her retort, having been wanting to see how far he could push the rodent. There will not be any writing home for this one, and that shimmer in the water attracts his attention nonetheless even though he is clueless of what it might be heralding. He's watched the sun rise and set over the waters many times before.<br> <br>Kiyasai stays in her curled up position but makes sure that if the rodent ever got injured, treatment would be especially painful, and of course no less effective. "I wish I'd paid more attention in classes over some of these things...I only aced healing and earth magic classes..."<br> <br>Selena looks across at the captain. "Sir. There's something ahead in the water; Some crystals imbued with water magic. With your permission, I'd like to try and remove one for a closer look." She askes, a little concerned.<br> <br>Arimia lifts her head, noticing something, then stands up and quickly moves to the mouse, saying abruptly, "Change course. There's something in the water. Water mathmagic." When she speaks she'd have an accent similar to Selena's, but rougher, less refined in many ways. She then moves forward on the ship, toward the prow, so she can get a better view of what is in the water. |
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25/12/475
Log
There is a small gathering of Royal guard looking standing around three large ships, in the middle of the group is a large poodle with no clan seal anywhere on his body. He is in chains and down as a small female mouse on rose red armor look to the crowd. "Alright! You've volunteer to help us rid this Felis Island of the apostate scum torturing the inhabitants. This little pup behind me is helping to naviagte all of us to the island in exchange for a little prison time instead of my axe in his chest. Now if you comming aboard step up and give me your name so I can assign you to your unit."
The Black Iguana-dragon is one of the first to step up, outfitted like he usually is when in his draconic form. A salute is given just before he announces his name. Well, his title anyway, "Private Lunch of the Lightbringer Unit at your service. Growing Clan."
Selena steps forwards to the guard. "Selena is my name." She states, with a short bow. "Taskmage of the Graceful folk."
Arimia steps forward with her golem stomping along after. Her banded tail flicks behind her as she continues to talk toward the mouse. She stops a short distance away and says, "Arimia." She doesn't offer anything else, though her Clever Clan seal is visible.
Claire steps up as well, smiling and waving to the guard. "Ehehe~ Claire of the Graceful folk here~" she smiles, the dancer bouncing up to the mouse.
Kiyasai follows behind the intimidating figure of Mazurek, almost looking like she's trying to sneak on board despite her royal purple ceremonial regalia accompanying her polished heavy armors, a large hammer strapped to her back to create a great irony of a priest. "K-Kiyasai, clever folk. Priest on duty..."
Trailing behind Arimia, Annabel's eyes are wide as she stares up at the ships' masts, the tall shark-girl all but bouncing along as they approach. It's with reluctance and a bit of embarassment that she realizes that she'll have to say something to the mouse, glancing back down to earth. "Er, Anna. Just Anna. Water folk, 'course. When do we sail?"
The mouse looked at Mazurek, "Private lunch eh...Unit one!" She points to the first boat before a small black rat walks up, "Leeroy...Begger." The mouse rolls her eyes, "Unit three." She listens to female wolf, "Odd Accent on you, Taskmage... Unit 1!" Behind her a yellow tooth Feline with pathes of fur missing speaks up. "Jenkins...Retired warrior." She looks him over, "Unit 3." After pointing to the third boat. "Arimia.....Not much to the name? I'll take you as a wild card, Unit 1." She grumbled as a snow leopard and a cat approached her, "Both of you will be unit one." She smacked her face while looking the Shark. "By the creators, Your the fierces looking one, I would send you to unit three but I have high hops for a Shark... Get on the first boat and wait with the rest we set sell soon as the other captains fill their boats." She shouted to all the unit one members and instructed them to board the boat. "Alright, We are unit one to put it simply we are the ones that are going to clear the ruin itself. Unit three is foot shoulders and unit two is medical and math. Any stupid questions before we sail," The boat starts to leave the port while she talking, "Well too late direct all your stupid questions to the nearest moron with a blank expression on his face and all the smart ones to me." She says gruffly.
Mazurek doesn't miss a beat after boarding the first boat, crossing his arms while he asks, "Where are we going, how long do we get there, and what do we do during the trip?" The eleven foot giant lizard smiles after a moment before heading to one side of the boat to gaze at the waves ahead.
Selena nods, and strides across to the boat she'd been assigned. "Will we need a tailwind?" She queries, not expecting a response.
Arimia narrows her eyes at the mouse's rolling of her eyes at the beggar. She doesn't say anything, however, and makes her way to the ship indicated. She finds somewhere as out of the way as someone with a large golem can get and sits down to wait until they arrive. As she waits she starts to go through her things, pulling out a few easily recognizable items, like a wrist mounted crossbow, and some more suspect looking things, like tools one would use to spring open locks. She seems to be going through and checking she has everything in order.
Claire nods enthusiastically as she bounces up the boat, twiling along the way. "Hm.. I wonder what's there in the ruins...? Maybe... trasure? Or something else~! Oohh... I'm getting excited just thinking about it!" she laughs, happily moving over to the first boat.
"S-Shouldn't I be in unit two?" Kiyasai manages before she's silenced and she squeaks at the mouse's tone despite her size and wisely chooses not to pursue the matter any further and boards the boat quietly, curling up so her knees are in her arms, picking a comfortable (as comfortable as they get anyway) seat far away from any oars, beside Arimia, and looking a little bit more comfortable now.
"I /am/?" Annabel hunches, a bit too close to Arimia as they board the gangplank. "I... I wouldn't say anythin' about fierce, miss, but we /are/ gettin' to sail, right? There was somethin' else about buckling some swash?" Once the ship is moving she runs to the side, hands on the edge as she leans over and tastes the sea breeze. "Wooo!" The shark-girl is lanky and thin, dressed shabbily in a loose shirt and baggy pants with an old, burnished cutlass hanging from her belt; there's a hole cut in the back of the ensemble for a broad, vertically-finned tail, which slaps against the deck somewhat carelessly as she moves, like an overgrown puppy.
The red mouse eyes the large lizard, "Stupid question, four to eight hours, Nothing the deck is full stocked with seafolk that are more than capable." She chuckled, "This boat is powered by Water Math below deck. The Sail is mostly for show or a lack of mages." She answered. She looks over the at Arimia and snorts, "Rest of you punks could learn from this pup." She stats not realizing what kinda creatuer Arimia is. "We've got a few hours so make the most of it, thought if a single one of you starts to lose your nerve or writing letters to whatever scum sucker you have back home feel free to swim back to your cuddly little holes in ground." She speaks gruffly as a small shimmer can be seen in distance from the water.
Mazurek grins at the mouse while she gives her retort, having been wanting to see how far he could push the rodent. There will not be any writing home for this one, and that shimmer in the water attracts his attention nonetheless even though he is clueless of what it might be heralding. He's watched the sun rise and set over the waters many times before.
Kiyasai stays in her curled up position but makes sure that if the rodent ever got injured, treatment would be especially painful, and of course no less effective. "I wish I'd paid more attention in classes over some of these things...I only aced healing and earth magic classes..."
Selena looks across at the captain. "Sir. There's something ahead in the water; Some crystals imbued with water magic. With your permission, I'd like to try and remove one for a closer look." She askes, a little concerned.
Arimia lifts her head, noticing something, then stands up and quickly moves to the mouse, saying abruptly, "Change course. There's something in the water. Water mathmagic." When she speaks she'd have an accent similar to Selena's, but rougher, less refined in many ways. She then moves forward on the ship, toward the prow, so she can get a better view of what is in the water.
