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While you were skinning the first wyvern, you notice this symbol branded into its back...
What about the heart eating bit?


Dex chimes in, "so you did notice, I'm more concerned if there's other invasive fauna skulking about.". Dexterous would then turn his gave to the Iron tower, though it still be miles until they reach the tower... the ship will be flying over land soon. "More importantly, how did they get here? and why are they here?"

Having cut the tattoo off in a small patch. He tossed the bloodied square onto the ground in front of Dexterous. "Maybe this be a clue to such a question. Wild animals do no have the services of a tattoo parlor."


"But as I tried to say before the ambush... if anything be after us. It be just such settings that give them a chance to put the drop on us. For they leave us blind. And so long as the parcel do be in our hands, safe it be to say that any attack on us be of dubious origin. Paranoid it may be, but when dealing with what we are, then paranoia be nigh too little."
 
What about the heart eating bit?

The Heat would taste like a raw pork chop

Having cut the tattoo off in a small patch. He tossed the bloodied square onto the ground in front of Dexterous. "Maybe this be a clue to such a question. Wild animals do no have the services of a tattoo parlor."


"But as I tried to say before the ambush... if anything be after us. It be just such settings that give them a chance to put the drop on us. For they leave us blind. And so long as the parcel do be in our hands, safe it be to say that any attack on us be of dubious origin. Paranoid it may be, but when dealing with what we are, then paranoia be nigh too little."

Dex's eyes would widen for a moment, "That's mark of the Nerga Clan, or what's left of them, well guess we know who brought them here, question now is... what happened to the riders?"
 
Toryk is more than happy to continue devouring it. Along with saving some choice cuts of meat for later.


Wiping his mouth between bites, Toryk commented. "They could have boarded the ship, with the wyrms being a distraction." He suggested.
 
Toryk is more than happy to continue devouring it. Along with saving some choice cuts of meat for later.


Wiping his mouth between bites, Toryk commented. "They could have boarded the ship, with the wyrms being a distraction." He suggested.

Dex shook his head, "No, those orcs aren't smart enough to be that sneaky. If this were an attack form one of the other clans, then maybe... but the Nerga Clan?" he would then take a moment to look at the creamy white treeline below, which gives this providence its name. "Well, they be to barbaric and straightforward for a diversion like that" he would say with a laugh
 
Dex shook his head, "No, those orcs aren't smart enough to be that sneaky. If this were an attack form one of the other clans, then maybe... but the Nerga Clan?" he would then take a moment to look at the creamy white treeline below, which gives this providence its name. "Well, they be to barbaric and straightforward for a diversion like that" he would say with a laugh
"Assuming they not being used by another. A search of the ship costs little time, and eliminates that possibility. We gnolls be savages, as many say, but that is always what prey calls the predator. And right now, our position puts us as prey."

"If this not be a ruse, or a first wave, then the other options do no be better. Something picked off the riders, meaning something else be dangerous in the skies or in the area of the white jungle. Or it be that these be lost wyverns. Got away for a joy flight. But that would mean there be Nerga Clan nearby, and their eyes be on the sky to look for them."

"Regardless, it may be wisest to take a route over open sea, and going far around the white jungle, islands, and any large clouds."
 
"Assuming they not being used by another. A search of the ship costs little time, and eliminates that possibility. We gnolls be savages, as many say, but that is always what prey calls the predator. And right now, our position puts us as prey."

"If this not be a ruse, or a first wave, then the other options do no be better. Something picked off the riders, meaning something else be dangerous in the skies or in the area of the white jungle. Or it be that these be lost wyverns. Got away for a joy flight. But that would mean there be Nerga Clan nearby, and their eyes be on the sky to look for them."

"Regardless, it may be wisest to take a route over open sea, and going far around the white jungle, islands, and any large clouds."

Before Dexterous could respond, the woman would interrupt. "Those Wyverns were a fluke, just a bit of bad luck is all. We have noting to-" She was cut off by a now very angry Dexterous, "Fluke or not, you nearly got us KILLED... I knew I should have been calling the shots from the very beginning... I'm Taking charge of this voyage! and MY ship!" he sneered. he then had the woman put into a stockade with a signed that read 'I couldn't lead a band' in draconic. And Thus, Dexterous returned to command of his own ship to himself.

"Xaar, take Rittaan and Triike and search the ship from deck to keel! If there's some one who doesn't belong here, throw them off the side! Let the Jungle decide their fate!" He would demand a burly Bugbear that would respond with a hardy "Yes captian!" also in draconic. "Helmsman! Change our Course to Iron Tower! Our Passengers will be taking, 'The Short-cut', To the town of Birth!" he roared, this time to a lizard folk. "Right away Captian! Good to have you back in charge as it should be!" the green reptile responded.

For the next few minutes or So Dexterous would be readjusting crew positions, and giving orders. From putting sentries in the crows nests (they were unmanned before), to manning the guns in the event any more unwanted guests showed up. The search party never did find any intruders, so the mystery of the unmounted wyverns still remained. but at least things would be smooth sailing until the ship arrived at it's NEW destination, Iron Tower.

You will arrive there tomorrow morning. is there anything you'd like to do before then?

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(If it's still any worth, I'd like to offer that advantage on rolls for the skinning. Since everything moved and conversation happened while I was away)
 
alrighty! With advantage.... only one number got better.

1. 13
2. 19
3. 15
4. 25
5. 9

Them be the number for the rest of the skinning.
 
alrighty! With advantage.... only one number got better.

1. 13
2. 19
3. 15
4. 25
5. 9

Them be the number for the rest of the skinning.

For numbers 1 & 5, it isn't as nice but still decent quality hide

for numbers 2 & 3, its very good quality hide

and for number 4, not only did you get some premium hide, but you also got a wyvern heart scale!
 
For numbers 1 & 5, it isn't as nice but still decent quality hide

for numbers 2 & 3, its very good quality hide

and for number 4, not only did you get some premium hide, but you also got a wyvern heart scale!

What is a wyvern heart scale?
 
Toyrk looked at the pretty scale, and put it immediately into his mouth. Feeling it gently with his teeth and sucking off the blood. Taking it out, he gestured to the captain. "Well Captain, they be hunted on your ship. I would not be so disrespectful to not suggest that you be the one to dole out the spoils, should you wish to keep any if the hides." He said.


With the hides neatly sorted into piles of quality, he already had a few ideas of what he could do with some of it. But it would take him the rest of the day to clean them and get them ready for transport.

He was surprised that the Captain took his suggestion. And pleasantly surprised about the discipline of the woman. It was good to see some good ship discipline again. Reminded him of better days. "A short cut may be just what we need to throw anything off our trail." He commented. "Though given it be not the first plan, then I take it this short cut be a might hazardous?"





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Toryk would clean and scrape the wyvern hides, maybe cook up a nice meal of wyvern meat if he had any extra time. Inviting any sailors who wanted to partake.

He would also want to get with Dexterous to learn more about this shortcut. And if the Captain was in a good mood, see what he could learn from the legendary pirate.
 
Toyrk looked at the pretty scale, and put it immediately into his mouth. Feeling it gently with his teeth and sucking off the blood. Taking it out, he gestured to the captain. "Well Captain, they be hunted on your ship. I would not be so disrespectful to not suggest that you be the one to dole out the spoils, should you wish to keep any if the hides." He said.

Dexterous smiled, and shook his head. "That won't be necessary," He paused as his attention then turned to the now former captain of this venture (who was now being pelted wit peanuts by a trio of goblins, an elf, and their pet monkey), and then he resumed "I got all I ever wanted and more from this mishap." he smugly grinned.

He was surprised that the Captain took his suggestion. And pleasantly surprised about the discipline of the woman. It was good to see some good ship discipline again. Reminded him of better days. "A short cut may be just what we need to throw anything off our trail." He commented. "Though given it be not the first plan, then I take it this short cut be a might hazardous?"

Dexterous shook his head and laughed, "Unless someone drops a bomb into the jungle, we should be fine." He chuckled. His laughter though would be short lived as his face became more solemn, and looked back to the Tower.

"If you are right about the Nerga Clan, then it means one of three things... One, the Hell knights were getting ready to attack Saurvain. Two, They were heading to Iron tower... Or three, they were after us this whole time.. I don't know what happened in the middle of their plans, but they did something to anger White Jungle. Something that spooked their ride over to us. Now I don't know WHAT their goal was and I frankly don't care now that the wyverns are slain, but if there's even a chance that the latter was the case then I have no choice but to make this little delivery i keep hearing about... A rush order." he didn't speak for the rest of the day, not until you saw him again around meal time.

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Toryk would clean and scrape the wyvern hides, maybe cook up a nice meal of wyvern meat if he had any extra time. Inviting any sailors who wanted to partake.

He would also want to get with Dexterous to learn more about this shortcut. And if the Captain was in a good mood, see what he could learn from the legendary pirate.

From what you have gathered from the Captian of the Blue Sky Pirates, Iron Tower isn't just a factory OR a symbol of peace among the allied factions... It's also a World Spire, a magical tower that can be used to teleport you anywhere in the world! But only if you state the location you wish to go to aloud.
 
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Shalia's words do some to comfort Evora. She looks at her from the corner, her eyes looking almost phosphorescent in the dim light. Haizum curiously nuzzles her head, ruffling her hair some with his lips as he would loose hay.
Her tail unwinds from around her, freeing her arms and she pats him off.

Evora shifts her gaze from Shalia's face to her hand and back. She takes hold of her hand but stands up on her own and steps into the light of the stall with her.
"Thank you, Miss Shalia." She says, subconsciously avoiding eye contact.

Evora felt an overwhelming need for a hug
Something about Shalia's disposition must have made her feel less inhibition to act on it because, as if by actions not her own, Evora found herself tightly pressed into her in a soothing embrace.
The sigh inducing, closed eyes type of hug.

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As the last wyvern falls and the threat passes, Diella lets herself slump to the ground with a sigh. The snippets of conversation and discussion around her she picks up occasionally only make her wonder more what she got herself into. A goal to work towards, a chance to do good - both are all well and good, but maybe this isn't something she should be meddling in. Leaving the fact of impending danger aside, is there even anything she can contribute to their task?

Eventually, Diella lightly slaps herself on the cheek. Her circling thoughts aren't helping anyone. She shouldn't be this glum on a day where it isn't even raining; and she can still decide whether she ought to bow out and go home once they get to Town of Birth. For now, she should focus on what she can do in the present.

Looking around the deck, she spots Toryk and Kalvienne, who seem to have skinned all of the dead wyverns in the meantime and are already in the stage of beginning to prepare the hides. While Diella wouldn't consider herself a master leatherworker, it's still a type of task for which she feels far more qualified than dealing with mysterious relics.

"If you need a hand, I'd be happy to help out," she offers as she walks over.

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Shalia smiles as Evora takes her hand and gets up, but gets caught completely by surprise by the hug that came shortly afterwards. Shalia's checks become a little pinker as she blushes from the sudden contact with the other tiefling. Unable to say anything at the moment, Shalia quickly finds herself hugging back and feeling noticeably warmer than she felt seconds before even though her clothes are still soaking wet. She mentally prepares herself to release Evora from her grip the moment Evora releases her grip even though she really enjoys the contact and doesn't really want to let go.

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As the last wyvern falls and the threat passes, Diella lets herself slump to the ground with a sigh. The snippets of conversation and discussion around her she picks up occasionally only make her wonder more what she got herself into. A goal to work towards, a chance to do good - both are all well and good, but maybe this isn't something she should be meddling in. Leaving the fact of impending danger aside, is there even anything she can contribute to their task?

Eventually, Diella lightly slaps herself on the cheek. Her circling thoughts aren't helping anyone. She shouldn't be this glum on a day where it isn't even raining; and she can still decide whether she ought to bow out and go home once they get to Town of Birth. For now, she should focus on what she can do in the present.

Looking around the deck, she spots Toryk and Kalvienne, who seem to have skinned all of the dead wyverns in the meantime and are already in the stage of beginning to prepare the hides. While Diella wouldn't consider herself a master leatherworker, it's still a type of task for which she feels far more qualified than dealing with mysterious relics.

"If you need a hand, I'd be happy to help out," she offers as she walks over.

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Kalvienne looked up from whatever task Toryk had given him to smile at her. "It is good that you don't seem injured, miss. Toryk can give you something to do. I'm just doing as instructed for now." He said lightly. "..hopefully nothing like this happens again. The resources might be beneficial but alas.." He grumbled to himself.
 
Upon hearing about the Orcs and that they would divert to the Iron Tower, Vrail's eyes narrow and his broad shoulders tense. He takes a moment to extract a tooth from the Wyvern he finished off. Then, after finishing up helping with whatever needs to be done with the Wyvern corpses, he starts making inquiries among the crew, sure he can find someone who can add a tattoo for him.

He ponders the depths of Saurian history for stories of an Ancestor who faced mounting challenges on a quest ...

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Upon hearing about the Orcs and that they would divert to the Iron Tower, Vrail's eyes narrow and his broad shoulders tense. He takes a moment to extract a tooth from the Wyvern he finished off. Then, after finishing up helping with whatever needs to be done with the Wyvern corpses, he starts making inquiries among the crew, sure he can find someone who can add a tattoo for him.

He ponders the depths of Saurian history for stories of an Ancestor who faced mounting challenges on a quest ...

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Evora held the embrace for a while, letting it's effects work their magic as her brain counters the stress hormones it just ravaged her body with.
Her body went from a tense and emotional hug to a gentle caress as she starts to pull away.
Stopping at arms length Evora looks at Shalia and thanks her with a peck on the cheek and a warm smile.
The water the blue Tiefling had been bathed in soaked Evora's gown making it stick to her like a second skin.
Unfortunately for Shalia, Evora was purposefully never taught the full value of decency and pays no mind to her bright red skin being all but visible through the thin white fabric.

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Beorin takes a few moments to pull out his pipe and pack some tobacco into the bowl before lighting it up. "Orcs, eh? <puff puff> I do not fear our chances against them, but I do wonder how they were able to tame so many wyverens, and what the overriding purpose of this attack was. Were we just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or were we directly targeted? <puff puff puff> Either way, it should be a wake up call to us all to be more cautious as things come along."
 
Upon hearing about the Orcs and that they would divert to the Iron Tower, Vrail's eyes narrow and his broad shoulders tense. He takes a moment to extract a tooth from the Wyvern he finished off. Then, after finishing up helping with whatever needs to be done with the Wyvern corpses, he starts making inquiries among the crew, sure he can find someone who can add a tattoo for him.

He ponders the depths of Saurian history for stories of an Ancestor who faced mounting challenges on a quest ...

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There have been many saurians in history that have faced plenty of difficult missions, but none stand out more than the fabled 12 who challenged the horrible demons during The Age of Terror, tales that were told to you by your caretakers when you were but a boy. First, there was Armadonn. an ankylos (Armadonn) who faced off against Gong Zhu (The Demon of Earth) using nothing but a metal tower shield. Then there's also Saladar Von Eindrake I, A Tyrannous who Stood up against Dovah (The Demon of Darkness, More commonly known as 'The Dark One', and who's been seen as so horrible that even mentioning his very NAME is could bring bad omens) using a magic sword made from a very rare kind of crystal. One last one that comes to mind is Hyyraan, a plestious who used a trident to face off against Häst (Demon of Water). There are others, but those came to mind first.

Beorin takes a few moments to pull out his pipe and pack some tobacco into the bowl before lighting it up. "Orcs, eh? <puff puff> I do not fear our chances against them, but I do wonder how they were able to tame so many wyverens, and what the overriding purpose of this attack was. Were we just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or were we directly targeted? <puff puff puff> Either way, it should be a wake up call to us all to be more cautious as things come along."

Dexterous continues to look out, "Likely the latter, though I can't imagine the former not being a possibility." he paused once again and looked to the blond dwarf, "Either way, its why I'm changing course to Iron Tower, the sooner you arrive to your destination the better."
 
Shalia feels a sense of longing the moment Evora ends the embrace to start embracing her again. She feels her beating faster as she gets kissed on the check and she loses sight of everything of surroundings only noticing herself and Evora. Shalia finds her gaze drifting up and down Evora's body repeatedly from her beautiful smile to her now soaked white gown that is giving Shalia an amazing look at the red tiefling's very attractive body. Without even realizing it she releases a single word from her mouth "Wow!" Not wanting to ruin things by going too quickly, Shalia slowly moves her lips closer towards the lips of Evora hoping that the other woman will accept her kiss.

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