Fantasy Chasing Storms

[Reinhardt]

Stonehearth 21st, Year 614 - Mid-day

On board a Legion ship​

As the group's members continued to commune and interact with each other, their journey to Kreiltin slowly nears its end. Just a few hours from now, the sun would already set and the moon will have risen. Night was growing near every passing moment.

Their dwarven comrade left to return to her quarters, and just as she leaves them, a young man emerges. He was dressed in a rugged outfit, one that seems to vary for every sailor. With his look alone, it was obvious that he was not in charge of the ship, rather, it was that he was working for the very someone who was.

He took a few steps to approach the party, then, at a slight distance, he stomped his foot with such force, producing a loud noise that would call the attention of everyone on the decks.

"Attention everyone!", he spoke loudly. "Might I ask who the leader of this group is?"

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[Axion]

Eris Merridoc Xu​

It seemed Xu's attempt at a satirical joke was taken the wrong way as Xahn step forward, expressing his opinion about Eris's joke and telling her off about how she shouldn't do that again. Eris clicked her tongue in spite as she looked away, frustrated that she was now seen as a danger to their comp and possibly to their relationship, she ignored Yvinti's question and instead backed away, sitting against the rails as she decided to keep her mouth shut and just wait for their next orders or their landing on the island. At the very least, she could've explained herself to give context as to what she meant by her little warning but then she told herself, "I don't need to act as if I'm completely innocent. I'm not a goody-two shoes like these two over here. I have my reasoning and a little mistake like that won't derail me. Just play the part you've always played Eris." And with that, she reverted back to her silent persona, zoning the two out of her thoughts and focusing on her own priorities.

Eris had than noticed the day was passing as night grew by. Night was something she looked forward to; otherwise, she could recollect herself away from the party when they land ashore and even scout ahead for her own personal agenda. But the sound of a loud stomp attracted her eyes for the culprit, the others would probably likely look in that direction as well as a man in rugged attire spoke up about who their leader was. Eris definitely had no intention of becoming leader of any sort, so she was out of the picture from get-go. Was there someone else who'd she vote as leader? With the people she's met, she could hardly call them "leaders", but more like impersonators. She'd abstained and instead, let the others decide for her and just go along with whoever they choose.

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[Randomfella]

Nodding toward Mythril with a slight smile, Astoph began to follow, observing with intrigue as the group grew closer. Not long after, Bena left them, another form coming up to speak with them. "The leader?" Astoph thought to himself, placing a hand to his chin as he did so. It was strange to him, he remembered that the Legion had specified they would be choosing that among themselves, perhaps another way to test them? Unfortunately for him, he did not know all of the group personally, and their exploits throughout their years in the legion were not specified.

He and Mythril were now only a meter or two from the others, their words would be easy to hear. "I have experience with creatures, as well as operating in small groups." Astoph spoke up, facing toward the group for a short moment, attempting to keep a neutral, serious expression. His mind wandered for a short moment to his time fighting in his homeland, the terrible things he had seen, well... 'Seen'. He attempted to hide the horrid thoughts that plagued his mind for that short moment, a slight twitch in his expression. "Though if anyone is confident in their ability to lead, then I would gladly follow them." He stated, a slight smile curling as he moved his head toward his various to-be comrades, his blank, glowing stare moving over them without ever focusing itself.

In truth he was prepared to do whatever it took to assure the group remained steadfast in this endeavor. Though a thought nagged at his mind, would they really want to follow a blind man? While Astoph did not doubt himself to a major extent, he did know other's opinions on his condition. Hell, all of his life such little was expected of him, purely because he could not see like they did, it almost drove him to prove them wrong. Though this was different, these were not recruiters, nor officials, they were fighters, their confidence in their leader would effect their abilities on the field, which were just as important as his own.

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[Shiruru]

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Mythril Vaas Aorgard

Her eyes followed the leaving Dwarf, watched Bena head back to her quarters. It wasn’t anything out of the blue, or anything odd for that matter, but Mythril briefly wondered what had came up so suddenly when previously she was eager to meet the rest. She kept it to herself, though, only silently watching as she continued to walk towards the group.

Astoph moved behind her. Relief sparked in her when she realized that even with the Dwarf’s departure, she wasn’t alone in approaching the others.

Then, a loud thump rang in her ears. Her attention snapped over to the new presence, looking at the young man—one of the sailors, surely—who had came up on deck. Mythril stood up just a bit straighter.

“Might I ask who the leader of this group is?”

Mythril made a soft ‘hm’ in response to his question. Using this time to look over at the rest of her companions, her eyes fell upon the Dragonkin first, before moving onto the Syrieth and the other Etherborn. They all seemed capable in their own way, though she was more inclined towards the Dragonkin considering their ferocious other form. In her past travels, she hadn’t encountered many Dragonkin, much less been in the same group as one, so the way her curiosity spiked was completely to be expected.

Her eyes jumped over to the Etherborn, noticing that she’d moved back from the group. She hadn’t been in range to hear whatever was going on, but she hoped it was nothing serious. It was inevitable that conflict between teammates would arise, but for it to happen so early?

Mythril bit the corner of her lip. Overthinking. The Etherborn just seemed cold. That didn’t immediately mean conflict.

As Astoph finished talking, Mythril glanced back over to him, turning herself slightly so that she could look at him properly.

“I don’t have any objections,” she said, looking from Astoph to the Syrieth man, “If anyone wants to be the leader, go ahead. Besides, it’s not exactly a permanent role, right? We could always switch leaders later on.”

She paused, then looked over to the Dragonkin, before letting her eyes fall onto the female Etherborn. “We’ll need to hurry and select someone, though,” she reminded, glancing over at the sailor.