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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>At the pre-assigned meeting place, the edge of firmament, stands a lone sparrow. He wears a black leather jacket and a cocky grin as he holds a strand of some form of plant in his mouth, awaiting arrivals for the task at hand.<br> <br>Another bird arrives to the meeting place, this one not wearing a thing for the simple reason of being a quadruped.  Flying in and landing gracefully, the raven-panther hybridized griffon fluffs his feathers afterward and pads over to the sparrow.  Hopefully this one isn't called Jack...<br> <br>Arriving at the meeting place shortly after is the dark-armored badger. Cedric wasn't really sure as to how he might be able to help with airship construction, but they didn't seem to list any qualifications for the job. Hopefully this time it wouldn't involve any devious cats.<br> <br>The sparrow looks up and spits out the contents of his mouth on the ground. "Hey! My names Jim." he says with a look and a nod of his head. "So my boss wants to add something new to his next airship, but he needs someone to go fetch some parts for the thing. Are you up for it? It'll be dangerous, creator ruins aren't a cake-walk. I just need you to bring some good parts back to me here and you'll all get your due reward. Hows that sound?"<br> <br>Mazurek chirps with a tilt of the head, "Entering some Creator Ruins for some parts?  I won't be the best sort to do the critical delving, but I can hold back most threats.  What is needed and where will we be going?"  He looks to the badger and back, "The two of us can fly there if nobody else is coming along with us."<br> <br>The job actually sounds rather promising to the young badger. He's never had the pleasure of seeing creator ruins for himself before. Cedric gives a nod to Jim the Sparrow, introducing himself in a friendly tone of voice, "I'm Cedric. Nice to meet you, Jim." He turns his head to the griffon, nodding. "The job sounds good to me." he adds, waiting to find out if they'll be escorting anyone else to said ruins.<br> <br>Bite says "You'll be bringing... where did he go. Ricky! Get out here." says Jim, a weasel coming out to the group staggering drunk. "Reporting sir!" he calls out with a sloppy salute. "Ricky you're a mess. Sober up on the way over and help these folks get what we need." he says with a shake of his head. "Sorry you'll have to put up with this grunt, but he knows what we're looking for." the sparrow says rather cooly.<br> <br>The griffon breaks out into a fairly wide grin upon hearing the weasel is drunk, "I know the perfect way to sober drunks up."  He pads over to Rickey and actually begins to bat him with his wings, playing with him a little, "I'll take him into the air for a while and the cold should help, no?"<br> <br>Cedric chuckles a little at the appearance of the drunken weasel. "Alright." he says to the sparrow as Mazurek bats the weasel with his wing. "Should be fine, I think. He any good in a fight, d'you know?" the badger inquires to Jim of Ricky's prowess.<br> <br>The weasel blinks and shakes his head. "I do enough flying I'll be uh..." he says as he looks like he might vomit, the sparrow just rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Get going Ricky." he says as he waves the folks off. "He's a coward, don't expect him to pull his weight. He'll get you through alright, if he's not too drunk, or hung over, but I'd say you're going to be fighting on your own."<br> <br>Mazurek nods, "Fair enough."  He pads over to Cedric and settles on his belly, "Climb aboard, friend.  We'll be going the easy route this time around."  As for the drunk...  Well, he gets forced to endure the ride of his life, for when the group sets out he is picked up by the arms by the griffon's hind legs.  One way to get sober real fast is to take in nice, crisp, cold air.<br> <br>Cedric nods to Mazurek and climbs aboard as gracefully as he can, taking care not to ruffle too many feathers, so to speak. "That's a shame... though I'm sure his sword arm would be too wobbly to be of much use today, anyhow." he says before waving to Jim. "Well anyway, we'll do our best."<br> <br>As the griffon takes off Jim goes back to being cool, staying in place for a while before he walks off. Ricky doesn't fair so well as he's grabbed, taking it as a chance to blow chunks, a piece of the splatter disgusting some poor mother below them as they head out of town. Ricky points the general direction with ease, although he doesn't seem to know where it is exactly.<br> <br>The griffon takes the two out to the east as high as they can safely go.  Hopefully the weasel sobers up during this trip, for they continue until the avian actually starts to descend.  Straight ahead is their destination and he can't help but ask, "Does anyone else see that shiny thing below?  It's calling to me and I must know what it is!"<br> <br>Cedric holds on as tight as can during the flight, taking a look around. He's finding the ride fairly enjoyable... probably more so than the inebriated weasel. At the griffon's voice he looks downward trying to spot the shiny thing he's mentioned. "No clue..." he replies, wondering what it could possibly be.<br> <br>At the griffons approach, the entrance to the ruins appears very modest, mildly overtaken by foliage. The shiny object appears to be a very large, shiny ball, with metal in some places, and in others a rough black pliable material. It is far colder than the surrounding area, one can tell by the feel of the area as they approach, and it rests atop what appear to be the bones of some poor being, who belonged to the heavy clan from the looks of the little metal trinket bearing the clans image. Ricky slowly approaches the thing, looking all around as though he were expecting some form of trap, but is quickly put at ease as he approaches it more quickly.<br> <br>Mazurek fortunately had the mind to set the weasel down before touching down completely.  The chill around the area is notable, even for him these days.  He will let Cedric down to walk if he desires it, but otherwise stays close to the weasel, "So it's not something this kleptomaniacal bird instinct of mine can claim.  Fortunate for us."  He looks around for possible clues, "Should I spend the precious few minutes it takes to turn into my dragon form for total comfort?"<br> <br>Cedric steps down from the griffon's back and follows the weasel. "Is this the right place?" he asks the weasel before turning back to Mazurek. "Um... if it'd make you more comfortable." he replies, unfamiliar with the dragon form, personally. He continues following Ricky towards the thing.<br> <br>The weasel looks slightly confused, unsure what to make of the object. After some contemplation he puts his hands on it and pulls back. "It's freezing." he says before he touches it again and tries to move it from the body, failing miserablely. Despite being a ball it appears to sink in on the bottom where some of the pliable material touches the ground. "And heavy." he says before sighing. "It's not what we're here for but... do you wanna try and see what it is?" he says with a smile, producing a knife and a small hammer.<br> <br>Mazurek squawks as a feather is tugged by the badger during his dismounting.  Looking back a little he makes sure the dismounting is less work on the rider by settling to his belly in the meantime, "I can fly easily in this form, but as a dragon I will not be affected by the natural elements.  I can use some maths to keep us warm no matter which form I choose, though."  That and he can hold things MUCH better as a dragon...  It doesn't take long for him to decide, "Before you do anything, let me take the time to change."  He focuses on changing, eyes closing.  First his form changes to his natural iguana form, which takes all of ten seconds or so, but he continues to focus afterward, summoning up the power to change dedications from Griffon to Dragon, complete with transformation...if at all possible all the way out here.

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Participants

• Bite_PC
• Cedric
• Mazurek

Date

16/4/476

Log

At the pre-assigned meeting place, the edge of firmament, stands a lone sparrow. He wears a black leather jacket and a cocky grin as he holds a strand of some form of plant in his mouth, awaiting arrivals for the task at hand.

Another bird arrives to the meeting place, this one not wearing a thing for the simple reason of being a quadruped. Flying in and landing gracefully, the raven-panther hybridized griffon fluffs his feathers afterward and pads over to the sparrow. Hopefully this one isn't called Jack...

Arriving at the meeting place shortly after is the dark-armored badger. Cedric wasn't really sure as to how he might be able to help with airship construction, but they didn't seem to list any qualifications for the job. Hopefully this time it wouldn't involve any devious cats.

The sparrow looks up and spits out the contents of his mouth on the ground. "Hey! My names Jim." he says with a look and a nod of his head. "So my boss wants to add something new to his next airship, but he needs someone to go fetch some parts for the thing. Are you up for it? It'll be dangerous, creator ruins aren't a cake-walk. I just need you to bring some good parts back to me here and you'll all get your due reward. Hows that sound?"

Mazurek chirps with a tilt of the head, "Entering some Creator Ruins for some parts? I won't be the best sort to do the critical delving, but I can hold back most threats. What is needed and where will we be going?" He looks to the badger and back, "The two of us can fly there if nobody else is coming along with us."

The job actually sounds rather promising to the young badger. He's never had the pleasure of seeing creator ruins for himself before. Cedric gives a nod to Jim the Sparrow, introducing himself in a friendly tone of voice, "I'm Cedric. Nice to meet you, Jim." He turns his head to the griffon, nodding. "The job sounds good to me." he adds, waiting to find out if they'll be escorting anyone else to said ruins.

Bite says "You'll be bringing... where did he go. Ricky! Get out here." says Jim, a weasel coming out to the group staggering drunk. "Reporting sir!" he calls out with a sloppy salute. "Ricky you're a mess. Sober up on the way over and help these folks get what we need." he says with a shake of his head. "Sorry you'll have to put up with this grunt, but he knows what we're looking for." the sparrow says rather cooly.

The griffon breaks out into a fairly wide grin upon hearing the weasel is drunk, "I know the perfect way to sober drunks up." He pads over to Rickey and actually begins to bat him with his wings, playing with him a little, "I'll take him into the air for a while and the cold should help, no?"

Cedric chuckles a little at the appearance of the drunken weasel. "Alright." he says to the sparrow as Mazurek bats the weasel with his wing. "Should be fine, I think. He any good in a fight, d'you know?" the badger inquires to Jim of Ricky's prowess.

The weasel blinks and shakes his head. "I do enough flying I'll be uh..." he says as he looks like he might vomit, the sparrow just rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Get going Ricky." he says as he waves the folks off. "He's a coward, don't expect him to pull his weight. He'll get you through alright, if he's not too drunk, or hung over, but I'd say you're going to be fighting on your own."

Mazurek nods, "Fair enough." He pads over to Cedric and settles on his belly, "Climb aboard, friend. We'll be going the easy route this time around." As for the drunk... Well, he gets forced to endure the ride of his life, for when the group sets out he is picked up by the arms by the griffon's hind legs. One way to get sober real fast is to take in nice, crisp, cold air.

Cedric nods to Mazurek and climbs aboard as gracefully as he can, taking care not to ruffle too many feathers, so to speak. "That's a shame... though I'm sure his sword arm would be too wobbly to be of much use today, anyhow." he says before waving to Jim. "Well anyway, we'll do our best."

As the griffon takes off Jim goes back to being cool, staying in place for a while before he walks off. Ricky doesn't fair so well as he's grabbed, taking it as a chance to blow chunks, a piece of the splatter disgusting some poor mother below them as they head out of town. Ricky points the general direction with ease, although he doesn't seem to know where it is exactly.

The griffon takes the two out to the east as high as they can safely go. Hopefully the weasel sobers up during this trip, for they continue until the avian actually starts to descend. Straight ahead is their destination and he can't help but ask, "Does anyone else see that shiny thing below? It's calling to me and I must know what it is!"

Cedric holds on as tight as can during the flight, taking a look around. He's finding the ride fairly enjoyable... probably more so than the inebriated weasel. At the griffon's voice he looks downward trying to spot the shiny thing he's mentioned. "No clue..." he replies, wondering what it could possibly be.

At the griffons approach, the entrance to the ruins appears very modest, mildly overtaken by foliage. The shiny object appears to be a very large, shiny ball, with metal in some places, and in others a rough black pliable material. It is far colder than the surrounding area, one can tell by the feel of the area as they approach, and it rests atop what appear to be the bones of some poor being, who belonged to the heavy clan from the looks of the little metal trinket bearing the clans image. Ricky slowly approaches the thing, looking all around as though he were expecting some form of trap, but is quickly put at ease as he approaches it more quickly.

Mazurek fortunately had the mind to set the weasel down before touching down completely. The chill around the area is notable, even for him these days. He will let Cedric down to walk if he desires it, but otherwise stays close to the weasel, "So it's not something this kleptomaniacal bird instinct of mine can claim. Fortunate for us." He looks around for possible clues, "Should I spend the precious few minutes it takes to turn into my dragon form for total comfort?"

Cedric steps down from the griffon's back and follows the weasel. "Is this the right place?" he asks the weasel before turning back to Mazurek. "Um... if it'd make you more comfortable." he replies, unfamiliar with the dragon form, personally. He continues following Ricky towards the thing.

The weasel looks slightly confused, unsure what to make of the object. After some contemplation he puts his hands on it and pulls back. "It's freezing." he says before he touches it again and tries to move it from the body, failing miserablely. Despite being a ball it appears to sink in on the bottom where some of the pliable material touches the ground. "And heavy." he says before sighing. "It's not what we're here for but... do you wanna try and see what it is?" he says with a smile, producing a knife and a small hammer.

Mazurek squawks as a feather is tugged by the badger during his dismounting. Looking back a little he makes sure the dismounting is less work on the rider by settling to his belly in the meantime, "I can fly easily in this form, but as a dragon I will not be affected by the natural elements. I can use some maths to keep us warm no matter which form I choose, though." That and he can hold things MUCH better as a dragon... It doesn't take long for him to decide, "Before you do anything, let me take the time to change." He focuses on changing, eyes closing. First his form changes to his natural iguana form, which takes all of ten seconds or so, but he continues to focus afterward, summoning up the power to change dedications from Griffon to Dragon, complete with transformation...if at all possible all the way out here.