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Kaerri's Man. =)
Captain Hesperus
(Tag!)Twice more Luna reaches into the heights of her Wizardly skill and training. Years of practice and sacrifice and encouragement from her family, especially her father, combine into one of Sharseya's most-deadliest and ancient of magics - the transformation of something into virtually nothing all in a single instant! These are the kinds of sorceries that created tales that make the imaginations of children - perhaps one young Luna among them - dance as masterful storytellers whisk them away on enchanting adventures often with some magic-user that everyone respected, and even held in awe, for these were not the acts of normal mortals but instead, fairy-tale beings who could shape the very fabric of history!
Twice more, the newly-forged steel cannot stand against Luna's magical might. How her fellow wizards, sorcerers, and bards in Boccob's "Knowledge College" would gasp and gossip if they could see this!
After the second disintegration, Powerpaw is doing his "Kitty-face happy dance," bouncing from one foot to the other causing his mail to jingle and his gear to sway back and forth under his savage, smiling face. "Aw, dat wuz great, Luna-face! You kin blast anyting outta our way! Do it agin!" And when she does, Powerpaw raises his arms and lets out a whoop into the forested night sky. "Mom! Didya see dat?!"
Mamapaw's red leather armor creaks slightly as she leans over the burning ash. "How could I have missed it?" To Luna, she adds, "This seems to me the very pinnacle of Pyromancy, is it not? There is nothing left to burn!" But Luna knows that there are even greater plateaus and greater magical mountains to climb.
Bria sits smiling softly at the display. "It is really nice to return to these levels of ability." The peaceful healer remarks with a happy sigh and looks wistfully out into Shandra's Evergreen, the cool wind blowing through her hair and yours.
Just then, the door to the Wayward Wagon creaks open and there you see a tall, silver-haired man wearing a fine doublet of silver and black with matching trousers. From the light of the Grand Pool illuminating him, Alisa can see a Knight of Highwind medallion clasped proudly around his neck - a clear cousin of Kaerri's. From the doorway, the man beckons and bellows in a friendly manner befitting more an uncle than a butler, "Are you going to stay out here all night and catch cold? Beatrice, Auri, and I would retire soon to the warmth of our rooms! At least come back in and sup before bed, you young... adventurers!"
This time, Mamapaw is the one to inform the newcomer. "Lady Paladin," she towers over Alisa without trying to loom over her, "Alisa, isn't it? That is Stewart and he serves as the Steward of the Wayward Wagon. Auri is a old and wise fellow from the land where the Ko monks came from before they reached Averlund and..." she scratches her head with a claw, "Lady Beatrice is... Stewart's wife?" Mamapaw looks to Stewart but he has vanished and closed the front door to the wagon before he invites a cold. Mamapaw looks around at her fellow Wayward Wanderers. "Stewart and Beatrice are married, aren't they?"
From her sitting position, Bria reaches a hand up to Otiorin. "Aren't they?" she answers. "Well, if they're not, they still seem life-bonded to me!"
Mamapaw looks to Oreleth and then to the front door. "If they aren't, they should be!" she openly frets. "You only have so much time to spend in the world, you know!"
In a sudden twist of emotion, Powerpaw stomps his foot. "Iz we goin' inside or not?" Then just as swiftly, he becomes enamored with the three piles of burning dust being slowly carried aloft by the chilly breeze. In a much softer tone, the warrior purrs to no one in particular. "Oooh! Be nice ta Loviatar turned inta one'a dese, wouldn't it? Hehehehe!"
