2018-11-14: Find Your Destiny
- Log: 2018-11-14 Find Your Destiny
- Cast: White Knight Leo, Pearl, Eryon Rast, Skylr Paer
- Where: A Mountain In The Badlands
- Date: 14/11/2018
- Summary: Althena's Guard seek out the location of the Dragonship Destiny upon the surface of Filgaia. Getting it safely down, however, is another question. Fortunately(?), they have the services of the Dark Wizard Eryon Rast...
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
The good news is that after much searching, Leo finally located the Dragonship Destiny. The bad news is... well, everything else. One of the ship's scouts caught up with the White Knight in November City, in what was more a stroke of luck than anything else. The immensely-relieved woman told him that the ship was intact, and that its crew were holding down the fort as best as they could. There was just one small problem. Leo didn't quite believe it when the scout explained.
Kislev's northern border is ruggedly mountainous, and very cold this time of year. White Knight Leo wears a heavy fur mantle over his uniform, and thick gloves--he follows the scout as she leads the way up a narrow mountain path.
"We're approaching now, Lord Leo," she says. The woman raises her hand and whispers something. A spark of brilliant flame leaps from her fingers, rising into the air and exploding in a bloom of fire. "The signal," the scout explains. "The captain's been jumpy about Kislev."
"I see," says Leo. A second flare rises from further up the path, exploding in a tiny burst of electrical fury.
The scout nods. "That's the all-clear." Leo walks on ahead, rounding a curve in the path...
He got a very detailed description of the Destiny's present situation, but it has in no way prepared him. The landship rests on a steep mountain slope, just above a sheer drop. It's tilted at an almost 45-degree angle, and it's only through the quick actions of its crew (and some well-timed ice magic) that it didn't slip off and go into freefall. Its centipede-like feet dig into the snow and rock, keeping the ship stable--barely.
"Well!" Leo says. "If it falls on us to deliver our comrades, then that's what we'll do!"
<Pose Tracker> Pearl has posed.
Following behind the scout and Leo is Guardswoman Pearl, a heavy hooded cloak over her usual gi, even if she still does not accept the revolutionary creation that are sleeves. Still, she seems to bear the cold well enough, but that may just be her stubborn refusal to give discomfort the time of day. So far, she's been quiet.
The sight of the Destiny in it's precarious position elicits some small reaction from her, in the form of a grunt of frustration. Recue missions are hardly her purview at the best of times, but getting the Destiny out of it's predicament seems leagues again outside of her field of expertise. A loud part of her thinks she should just leave them to rot.
But that's not how Althena's Guard does things, is it? And so Pearl finds herself simply turning to Leo. "I take it you have a plan then, commander?" Sure, Pearl can't think of one beyond 'destroy the mountain range', but the easiest way to do that is dangling helplessly atop said mountains.
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
You know who isn't part of the Guard? That <strike>kid</strike> guy in the hat, that's who.
After a brief and perhaps confusing foray that led to saving Skylr from a pit where there probably shouldn't be one and dragging out the Clearly A Dark Wizard she had... arrested...? For... illegal public merrymaking...?? By... tangling herself to him with a bunch of rope??? ...the party of DIVINE DO-GOODERS could go on their way! Up north! Surely, their temporary acquisition in the form of the Clearly A Dark Wizard would aid them in their quest.
It doesn't help that, even cutting him loose, he seemed to be trailing behind and refusing to admit he's following them. It's definitely not because oh my goddess that's Leo how could you not or anything. That isn't a very dark wizardly thing to do. So...
* DARK WIZARD has kind of joined your party. You guess.
He's peeking out from under the mobile shadowy spot that seems to cover him 24/7 at the thing on the mountain. His eyes, the only thing about him that isn't a shadowy silhouette, are narrowed slightly in that way that the really bookish kind of do when they're deep in thoguht about something. It looks like his arms are crossed, too, so maybe he's even brooding about it!
(No, his layers of clothing are just meant for much warmer weather. It's cold, okay??)
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
You know who isn't part of the Guard? That <strike>kid</strike> guy in the hat, that's who.
After a brief and perhaps confusing foray that led to saving Skylr from a pit where there probably shouldn't be one and dragging out the Clearly A Dark Wizard she had... arrested...? For... illegal public merrymaking...?? By... tangling herself to him with a bunch of rope??? ...the party of DIVINE DO-GOODERS could go on their way! Up north! Surely, their temporary acquisition in the form of the Clearly A Dark Wizard would aid them in their quest.
It doesn't help that, even cutting him loose, he seemed to be trailing behind and refusing to admit he's following them. It's definitely not because oh my goddess that's Leo how could you not or anything. That isn't a very dark wizardly thing to do. So...
* DARK WIZARD has kind of joined your party. You guess.
He's peeking out from under the mobile shadowy spot that seems to cover him 24/7 at the thing on the mountain. His eyes, the only thing about him that isn't a shadowy silhouette, are narrowed slightly in that way that the really bookish kind of do when they're deep in thoguht about something. It looks like his arms are crossed, too, so maybe he's even brooding about it!
(No, his layers of clothing are just meant for much warmer weather. It's cold, okay??)
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
Skylr isn't too bad off with the snow. With a affinity for wool, she was able to find herself a pair of good mittens, a scarf, and of course, a hat with a pom-pom on top. With her nice dress, stockings, and sturdy boots, well- she's prepared enough for this trip, even if the snow is practically threatening to carry her off every time she slips and slides.
Eryon may or may not have a hat with a pom pom on it.
It may be under the other hat.
Once they reach the point where they can see the Destiny, Skylr's mouth twitches. She can't help it, she feels like laughing: and with the way the Dragonship Destiny sits there, well... can anyone really blame her?
"Heyyyy... so I wasn't gonna go blabbing all over the place immediately, but someone that is definitely here and is not a normal member of the team does some crazy cool things with earth-based magic?"
Yes, she sells Eryon with a blink and a raised pointer finger. She leans in towards his shadowy-area, beaming.
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
Leo has sort of assumed that the shadowy sorcerer was one of Borgan's people who ended up getting caught in the catastrophe at Azado. He certainly doesn't seem threatened by his presence. "If we could only level out that slope," he says, stroking his chin with a gloved hand. "There. That's our plan!"
"We, ah, tried that, Lord Leo," says the scout, a little hesitantly. "But the one Earth magus we had on board couldn't keep it stable for long enough."
"A trifling matter," Leo says. His eyes focus on something in the distance, even as Skylr starts talking about the totally cool earth mage they just picked up. He thrusts out a palm, flips his hand over, clenches his hand like a claw. The earth obeys him.
And the last two or three feet of the slope start to level out, reducing the incline by maybe a fraction of a degree if we're being generous. Leo hisses out a breath through his nose, and it steams in the icy air. "Obviously--this will require--determination!"
Then he realizes Skylr is pointing to the shadowy young man. "What is it, Guardswoman?"
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
DRKWIZ will not confirm nor deny the presence of a fuzzy hat with a pom pom on it beneath his wicked cool wizard hat.
"--eh?" He looks up after a few long moments of looking the mountain and ship over. Leo trying to move it from here gets his attention, mostly; he sees the result, but not the actual action, and turns his head more to squint at Leo for a moment more. It looks a bit more dramatic eye-narrowy than he intends, but he realizes what he's doing and decides to embrace it.
"Hmhmhmhm... do you require my power, then...?"
DRKWIZ started hovering off the ground slightly at some point. It's hard to tell when. Now his arms being crossed is absolutely part of a dramatic pose instead of a keep-warm pose. "Heroes of the Goddess... do you know with whom you barter?"
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
"Eryon Rast." Skylr says, continually ruining ALL OF THE THINGS.
"You do realize you're talking to the White Knight of the Dragonship Destiny, Leo, and Pearl, who is one of the most awesome fighters I know, right?"
Skylr's voice is patient. "Sir, I didn't quite get to explain everything all the way through - this is Eryon Rast, a Vane native- not New Vane, old Vane. He's particularly skilled with dark and earth magic. He should be able to give you the extra hand where my light and wind cannot cover you."
"Get down from there." She side-eyes him at the end. "I'll break out the rope again."
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
"Eryon Rast, then," Leo says. He gives the wizard a moment of side-eye before turning to face him proper, meeting his eyes (if they are indeed visible beneath that shadowy cowl). "You are indeed speaking to the White Knight, Chosen of the Goddess Althena." He folds his arms. The scout steps back, glancing at Leo, then at the wizard who appears to have decided to sass him. "I'd assumed you one of the Black Wizard's underlings, but..."
"Perhaps you would be content to give us a demonstration of your power. As you can no doubt see, we have a... slight situation, and as a pious young man, I'm sure you would be eager to aid us."
"Aren't you?"
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
EVERYTHING IS RUINED. Thanks, Skylr.
DRKWIZ-- er... Eryon shoots Skylr a glare from under the brim of his hat. "Yes, I know who he is. Of course I knew! ... didn't know about her though," he adds about Pearl under his breath, giving her a quick glance without turning his head to show it. "If I see so much as a thread of hemp I'm gonna bury you up to your neck in topsoil, so help me --"
Leo actually turns to regard him. His eyes are actually visible, though the rest of him is shrouded in shadow and mystery. They're youthful eyes, and are not of any particularly ominous shade. Leo gives him an opening, and Eryon takes it immediately. "I am no minion of the Black Wizard Borgan! I am,"
,------
ERYON RAST
QUELLER OF MOUNTAINS' SOULS
------'
"and I am most pleased to make your acquaintance, White Knight Leo." He bows. He's still hovering a little, but he can do it from a couple inches off the ground. "As a student of the darkest arts, it is my task to know the unknowable and tame the very forces that would be used against mortal heroes by the enemies of the Goddess." He lifts a hand and makes a fist with a flourish. "Mistake not my dastardly demeanor for impiety, White Knight; my reverence is heartfelt, even if my actions do not always speak to it."
He turns to the mountainside. He produces a rod -- a crook, really, appropriate to a shepherd or a sage -- and brandishes it in one hand. "Allow me to show you my power. Please -- step away from the precipice. I would hate to see anyone plummet to their untimely demise..."
Eryon uses the time he's being dramatic to really look at the problem. How the heck did they get up there in the first place? Okay, so he'll just lift it up -- but, no, if there's a cavern under there he'll just dump it into it instead. Ramp it down-slope? No, that could just spell the end of all of them. Maybe he can buttress the slope from below it and lift it to an operational angle...?
Eryon's hand goes out. Instead of a clawed motion like Leo, he makes sweeping ones, side to side. His rod shimmers with building whorls of green and yellow. There's a distant rumbling, but nothing immediately happens... except that there's something moving from the bottom of the drop, and a bone-deep vibration from stone grinding stone. "Tricky," he mumbles. "You don't find small trouble, do you, White Knight?"
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
Skylr responds to Eryon in the same manner she was addressed, her gaze on Leo and the Destiny behind him, without any moment of hesitation. "That's fine. I have a surprise for you, then." The surprise is silk rope. Skylr's bag has everything you could need for handling just about anything and everything.
Skylr finds a nearby, sturdy rock, dusts off a good amount of snow, and then settles down onto her chosen seat. Her gaze is sharp as she watches the magic come from Eryon, although she looks at Leo, one eyebrow raising slightly.
<Pose Tracker> Pearl has posed.
Pearl had stayed quiet during much of this exchange. In part, it's because she didn't really have much that she could contribute. Shadow magic is not particularly helpful when dealing with mountains, and while she could probably make her way up to the Destiny, that would only be useful if the ship itself weren't fully crewed. That means right now she's basically here to watch as those with Althena's Blessing of Earth do their thing.
The other reason she has been quiet is because so far most of what Eryon has said has been patently ridiculous. He had not been subtle in his following, but Skylr and Leo had noticed and not said anything, so he clearly wasn't much of a threat. But now this 'showman' part to his character is leaving Pearl, quite frankly, baffled. "...where did you find this man?" She finally asks Skylr, perhaps not wanting to know the answer.
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
Leo's brow furrows as Eryon launches into his introduction. He's not sure if he should chastise the young man for his vanity and presumption--which might, in all honesty, cause the spontaneous creation of a Guardian of Irony--or to be more charitable, and give him the chance to back it up. He settles on a medium of sorts.
"Very well then, young prodigal," Leo says. Was that 'prodigal' in the original Japanese, or is it Working Designs? "Prove yourself." Eryon's comment about trouble prompts a snort. "A minor setback, in the scheme of things," he says, "but nevertheless, a dangerous one."
"Lord Leo!" someone shouts, from the far side of the Destiny. "The crew has disembarked! Tell your sorceror to continue when he's ready!" The woman's voice echoes. Leo tenses, perhaps awaiting a sudden landslide--that would fit in very well with how this day is going--but none comes. Pearl poses a very good question. "I suppose, wherever it was, it was a fortuitous find--we're short-handed, and not only is the Destroyer still at large, we have the Demon-Mother to deal with." Leo pauses, and lets out a breath. He looks at Eryon, and his gaze probably will not help the young man's performance anxiety. "We'll see just how fortuitous, I suppose."
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
There is no sudden landslide. The day does not get worse. Just... weirder. Eryon counts as weirder.
"Dangerous, yes. Yeees... I can see that. One wrong move, and down it all goes." His brow is furrowed in concentration, but it's hard to tell underneath that shadowy effect that surrounds him. He narrows his eyes. "You could not have chosen a better place to be stranded, I must say. I expected it to be full of caverns and unstable ground, but it seems solid enough for my... purposes." He chuckles.
Darkly.
The gorge that the ship is hanging over trembles. From below, something moves. Pillars of stone rise upwards, a row of them parallel to the cliffside. Between the cliff and the dense pillars, slanted cylinders of rock grow out of the mountainside, connecting both and reinforcing them. It steadily ascends until it's just below the level of the hanging portion, and then slows until it just barely makes contact.
Eryon takes a deep breath and resists the urge to mop his brow. "A moment," he says, holding up his rodless hand. "I need to make some calculations."
And also wait to feel less lightheaded, maybe. All the stone he's moving is playing hell with his energy reserves, and the attention is doing nothing good for his concentration. He's kind of a show-off, sure, but these people are the real deal...!
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
Skylr turns to look at Pearl as she responds to the question. "It is not a very long story." She says, with a shrug of her shoulders. "I first found him in a desert land to the north of Adelhyde, here on Filgaia. I tried to arrest him for breaking Althena's laws and he tried to tie me up and I countered with my own rope ... and we ended up in a hole together in ways that my mama would disapprove of. I think we have to get married, now."
Leaving that story where it is, Skylr turns to look at Leo and Eryon. "He is small but strong, Sir- and unlike my own, his magic is well tuned to fighting, rather than healing." The irony of the very short Skylr calling someone else 'small'. Somewhere, the Guardian of Irony is deciding that he may need to pay the Destiny a visit.
<Pose Tracker> Pearl has posed.
Pearl nods at Leo. "Very well, commander. This will serve as a useful test of if he is capable." Raw power is a useful start in a potential combatant, after all. Whether he can actually fight, well, that's another test for later. Still, she watches as Eryon creates a pathway for the Destiny. "Impressive." Even if it leaves him entirely vulnerable to an attack, but even Pearl has to admit it's rare to reshape a mountain in the middle of combat.
And then that is derailed by Skylr's story about how she and Eryon met. Again, she just sort of stares. Eventually she manages to speak. "...Congratulations?" I mean, that's what people say when someone announces an engagement, right? Still, she takes the change in topic to Eryon's combat abilities fairly gladly. "Interesting. Do you believe he will be able to survive the fight with the Demons?"
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
Leo might also bear the Blessing of Earth, but he's a swordsman first and foremost--his magical capabilities augment his skill with the blade, and he never once got into the theory behind it all. Still, he can't help but feel a little impressed. Those pillars are better than he could do on short notice, though it seems that the young man is also under some visible strain. "Breaking Althena's laws," Leo says, as Skylr brings up Eryon's musical indiscretions. He folds his arms, looking at her expectantly to elaborate. "Then take a moment," Leo adds, to Eryon. Pearl asks a very good question, and Leo frowns. "You weren't here when they laid waste to Adlehyde," the White Knight says. "The first time. We lost good, noble soldiers driving them away--and they showed no quarter to the innocent, and the infirm." Except, perhaps, for the tiny cadre under the command of Riesenlied, but that is very much not aligned with Mother anymore. "I should hope, if only because we've already lost far too much."
He's not thinking about the Demons, or about Mother--not entirely. He's also thinking about Azado.
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
Eryon double-takes at Skylr's explanation. "What? No we don't! Don't be ridiculous!" He slashes his hand through the air. "If you hadn't gotten in my way --!" Huff! ... A-ahem. "That aside... it was fortunate, wasn't it?" Yeah, that's the ticket. Sell them on how it's a great idea you're around.
Speaking of which: the ship. Eryon goes back to doing the magic thing, but he's slower and more gradual about it. A glow leaps from his hand, weaving in oddly precise ways, to the top of his crook. It runs to the bottom, and he pokes at the ground, dragging it through the dirt and snow. Around the ship, more stone rises up, buttressing it and gradually lifting it towards an angle that is more usable and less liable to dump them off a cliffside. He's listening with one ear open while he does it, concentrating --
Wait. Wait. There was a word there that does not belong. Hold up a second. Eryon looks away from the mountain, and then raises a hand with a finger extended. He lowers it again, thinking. His head turns back to the Guards instead of the precipice. It's a good thing that his expression is mostly covered, because boy oh boy.
"... er, demons?" Eryon echoes. He looks between Leo and Pearl. "Do you mean hellions?"
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
"He was singing. It wasn't very much of a law-breakage, I know, but he should still know better - old Vane isn't that far away from ... from Azado, or Pentalugia." Skylr sounds firm in this as she tells on Eryon with all the grace of a well-natured tattletale. "Oh... my mama would probably insist we do, though." She informs Eryon. "If she's still alive to hear about this, anyways." Skylr sounds sad about that, for very, very good reason.
Then she shakes her head at Eryon. "No, they're... they're like, I don't want to say human-like, although the two I met a couple of times are human-like ... they're really strong. Some of them are even smart!" Not you, Zed. "They're really strong and they worship this being called 'Mother', and she's just as bad as the Destroyer is! Also they do crazy things with metal, but... that was probably obvious."
Skylr sounds sheepish, at the end.
<Pose Tracker> Pearl has posed.
"I have only ever encountered two in combat, when they attacked Meribia. I was lucky to have survived." I mean, all technically true. She doesn't have to say she was fighting on their side at the time. "They were... a force to be reckoned with. I was lucky to have survived. Many didn't." She pauses. "They would have slain the Blue Master, if not for Black Wizard Borgan's interference." That should hopefully convey the danger to Eryon accurately.
There's a pause. "Singing? Really?" Skylr is performing excellent character assassination on Eryon now, as Pearl crosses her arms and shakes her head. What kind of self respecting dark sorcerer sings? But she nods at Skylr's description, and returns to the important role of educating Eryon on the horrible things that await him on this hell planet. "They are distinct from hellions, but no less threatening, perhaps more. We need the Destiny to take the fight to them." Yes, of course Althena's Guard are planning on marching into enemy territory.
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
Skylr lays down some basic facts. Leo seems all to eager to expound upon them. "Metal Demons," he says. "The people of this world say they appeared a thousand years ago, bringing desolation in their wake. Their heathen 'goddess' is all they live for--and they will do anything for her, without mercy or regret. A handful of Demons may have repented, but the rest are deadly foes. And it is our duty to take the fight to them, to march even into their very lair, to protect the Blue Star and its people. And even if it were not, they would surely turn their attentions on our beloved home once this world fell." Leo pauses a beat to let that sink in. "Your indiscretion is, unwise as it may be in the eyes of our Goddess... small, compared to this." Even if Leo doesn't like it, and even if his dislike is apparent from his tone of voice.
"...That one," Leo says, to Pearl, after a moment. "What did it look like?"
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
"I was travelling and it was dull," Eryon mutters, folding his arms. "And it was to lure out highwaymen. Which it did. And then I defeated them. Also, I believe I already mentioned my generally dark demeanor, and if I don't occasionally transgress, what sorts of powers could I hope to call upon in service to the Goddess?" Nod, nod. That explains it, right? In a roundabout way.
Sort of.
"I... see. So then you face these 'Metal Demons' here, and the dark things that lurk in places left yet untravelled when they are not the focus." He makes a motion that is probably dramatic chin-stroking. If he had a beard it'd be way cooler, but since it's all shadow anyway, the effect works out. "I understand. Then...!!"
Eryon turns back to the mountain. He swipes his crook across the ground in a slash, and then raises both hands to the air in a sudden sweeping motion. There is a distant rumble, and a sharp multidutinous crack of rupturing stone. The ground around the ship shatters and breaks, crumbling away in a huge tide of crumbled earth and pulverized rock. The ship begins to fall down the mountain on a colossal landslide.
...on a controlled landslide. A huge slab underneath it, wedge-shaped and obviously shaped by sorcery, keeps it upright. Loose stone tumbles all around it. The slanted pillars Eryon built before deploy underneath it, sliding outward as the buttresses expand like the interlocked segments of a massive machine's sliding slats. It bridges the gap, letting the stone platform grind down towards the ground proper instead of trapping it in a perilous position on the mountainside.
It slows as it reaches the ground -- the real ground, not the ground as determined by a particularly high-altitude mountain goat. Eryon lowers his hands, and a depression forms underneath the wedge, neatly slotting it into the soil without making a tremendous mess or leaving it to tip awkwardly off the platform.
Eryon plants his crook, hands on the end. Smugness radiates off of him. "...you'll need the ship for that, won't you?"
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
"She did ban it... and even if he was using it for a good reason he was still breaking her law, so I had to try to arrest him." Skylr says, sheepishly. "And he looked like it would be reasonable for me to try, not, like, um, arresting some of the taller, more muscular people that might steal or something." Skylr closes her eyes.
"Um, so... yes, knowing what these demons look like might be useful." She says, then rattles off a description of Kalve and Zed. "Be wary of the second one... every time I've ran into him, I've nearly died." Because darn it, Zed.
Eryon shows off, to the appropriate 'oohs' and 'ahhhs' from Skylr, who can still be impressed by a good show of sorcery, from the sounds of it. When the Destiny finally makes it to a safe landing, she can't help herself: She practically flings herself at Eryon's vague shadow-location to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek if he doesn't dodge her in any shape or form.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
<Pose Tracker> Pearl has posed.
At Leo's question, Pearl responds promptly. "There were two. One seemed like some sort of slime beast. The other was armoured, wearing a long coat, with a giant wolf companion. I heard the name 'Boomerang'." She clenches a fist at the mere mention of this name. "He was the one who nearly felled the Blue Master, when he and the Shadow Dragon cult attacked." Her tone changes slightly, becoming angirer. Perhaps not for the reason one might think, but again, possibly understandably.
She watches Eryon's display with minor awe. Such a mastery of magic is impressive. Maybe worthy of respect. If only he didn't keep undermining it by talking. "I believe I said exactly that." She doesn't actually seem to respond to the smugness in any way.
And then Skylr just rushes in with the public display of affection, and Pearl feels uncomfortable for reasons she cannot quite articulate. "...Should we confirm the state of the Destiny and her crew, commander?"
<Pose Tracker> White Knight Leo has posed.
"Slime beast," Leo says, his face screwing up in distaste. "Yes, I've had the misfortune of... encountering that one." As if it weren't clear enough from his expression. "This 'Boomerang', though... I will be certain to inflict a suitable punishment." He says nothing further on the matter of Eryon's transgressions against the Goddess's law--perhaps Skylr punching more holes in his cool, dangerous demeanor will suffice.
The Destiny starts to slide. Leo takes a half-step forwards, and takes his lip between his teeth; the crew might be safe on the mountain path on the other side of the ship, but it's still his flagship sliding down a mountain. It takes him a moment to see the slab, and realize it wasn't broken off on accident. The anxiety vanishes from Leo's face, replaced by something approaching wonder. As the ship settles in, he turns to the young sorcerer and nods, once. "Indeed we will," he says. "You have my deepest gratitude, young man. I surely could've dislodged it myself, but it would've wasted valuable time--time we desperately need." Leo turns to the ship's crew, gathered further down the cliff face. Some of them are cheering, and one has taken off her cape and waves it back and forth like a victory banner. "Indeed. To Elru, then!" More cheers. "And to victory!"
<Pose Tracker> Eryon Rast has posed.
Eryon definitely understands the perils if they can beat not one but two of the biggest heroes (or, well... 'heroes', maybe?) in their world. It is in fact one of the reasons why he's not super keen on the idea of going and getting into stab range of them right now. At least, not the ones they're talking about.
"I --" Skylr happens.
Eryon abruptly clams up. Nobody but her can see his incredibly deep blush. It takes him a solid twenty seconds before he manages to mumble, "y'welcome" but it doesn't seem to come with the ability to move from the spot he's rooted to.
oh goddess
<Pose Tracker> Skylr Paer has posed.
Leo is correct, Skylr is truly attacking the worst part of Eryon's defenses.
When she sees his blush, though, she giggles and whispers something into his ear, before letting him go.
"C'mon, I want to go say hi to everyone!" Then, poofy hat-ball bouncing, she trots off towards the Destiny gleefully.