Fantasy The Pub on the Edge of the World || IC

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"Sitting ducks would be correct." Fey responded to Torik with a faint smile, his jovial attitude almost forced here. "My friends, take a moment to appreciate all the fantastic beasts in this world. The draconic being several thousand feet before your and closing in is what I believe to be the last of her kind. She's a Faunadrae, guardian of all helpless living things. If she believes us to pose a threat to her forest, the last thing you'll ever see is a flash of green behind a plume of blue flame."

The Faunadrae was a magnificent creature, weaving in the sky like a ray of moonlight. Her long grass-like fur waved with the currents of air as she surged forward, her wingbeats like quiet claps of thunder. Her shining pale eyes were fixed on the party of balloons, her intent very clear.

Fey had been hoping against hope that the Faunadrae was just a myth after all, but she was all too real. He could tell by light in her eyes that she was ancient and wise, and yet she appeared to be making a beeline for the balloons. What had they done to show themselves as enemies? Fey had done what he could to dress the baskets as friend as he could, even hanging charms off the sides that radiated kindness and happiness. Why was the Faunadrae so rash in her judgement?

Clutching onto one of the many ropes that held the baskets to the balloons, Fey stood on a seat so that he was slightly taller. He beat his chest as if preparing to cough, but rather began to emit a series of growls and screeches, an odd rumbling filling his throat.

The Faunadrae almost appeared to pause midair, clearly hearing and understanding what Fey was communicating. Her bright eyes blinked slowly, and her mouth opened as if to respond. Instead, a searing blue flash of fire rose into the air, a warning shot that almost touched the balloons.

Fey's face blanched, and he quickly stepped down. "Can't say I didn't try. Evasive maneuvers!"

The balloons suddenly jerked into life, the silver cylinders switching on full blast and lifting them higher. A rustling sound was heard, and if one was to poke one's head out to look at the balloons, he would see sails that popped out from the sides of the baskets and balloons, catching the breeze and moving them faster.

"Keep your heads down - and for goodness sake, don't fire on her!" Fey directed his last statement towards the two females that had pulled out bows, which was an understandable reaction.

The Faunadrae let out an ears plotting roar, enraged that her targets had begun to move faster towards her forest. Like a lightning bolt, her wings carried her up and toward the closest basket, which was Fey's. Her tail lashed out, and a ripping sound confirmed that their balloon had been torn.

Immediately, it began to lower dramatically. Fey almost fainted, but an idea popped into his mind. "Delastarh - I need you to tie this rope around your waist." Fey pushed the end of a rope into his hand, and without waiting for him to answer, turned to the other baskets, which began to float higher and higher. "Friends - Look in your baskets and find a blue colored rope. One end should be attached to the edge of the basket, and the other should be pooled up beside it. I need you to toss me down that end! Quickly now!"

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Margie had taken a bit of a liking to Silvette. She pushed closer into the female's embrace, trembling violently as she heard another roar split the air, followed by a ripping sound. She opened an eye to spot one of the baskets slowly drifting downwards, and she yelped. Who knew if hers would be next?

She looked up at Silvette, a scared rumble in her throat. She honestly had no idea what was happening, but she wanted nothing to do with it. She closed her eyes again, her feathers and fur flattening next to her body.


Ignie Mystikelh Lixy Sammv MuskyMuscovado Oreo Cookie

 

[Mystikelh]

Before Delastarh could fully understand their situation, their balloon was ripped open and they started to fall at an alarming rate. Whatever this creature was, it was determined to kill them. And it was especially mad at Fey, which means he also had been targetted. So much for being with a powerful wizard of some sort.

The blond man quickly did as he was told, tying tightly the rope around his waist. He jumped to grab his bag, not wanting to lose all his belongings. Though he would probably lose his life pretty soon if Fey didn't do anything. The ground was getting closer faster than he would like to.

"It is now or never!" he yelled at Fey, holding the rope and his bag for dear life.

He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. If he survived, never ever again he was climbing in a flying device!

 

[Ignie]

Albaran, even if he was still panicked by the mighty beast in front of them, listened to Fey's instructions with attention. He was how things should be done as Delastarh held a rope with all his strenght.

Obeying to his survival instinct, and to Fey, the Terebrian looked around he basket, to find the famous blue colored rope that could save his and his companion's life. Giving up on the idea to fight the creature, Albaran took his bag, put her sword back and used all the strenght he had to held the blue rope. The red-skinned man looked at Va.

«Help me held this, Please!» He yelled. He didn't want to die today, and was determined to save his red skin.

If i survive, he though, then this will be one of the most exiting thing to tell to Father.

 

[Oreo Cookie]

Inhale. Exhale. Ama controlled her breathing in an attempt to steady her aim. The minor motions of the baskets combined with the beast's fast movements made it difficult to line up the shot. The creature was the last of her kind according to Fey, but Ama felt no pity for the Faunandrae. Guardian or not, she'd have no qualms with making the beast extinct if it meant getting to the forest faster.

She became more confident in her aim as the creature approached. The throat was her main target. She doubted it would slay the beast, but it might hinder it's ability to scream fire. The strange noises Fey emanated seemed to have an effect on the creature. It slowed its approach and for a fleeting moment Ama had a clear shot, but her hand wavered and her pull on the bowstring slacked a little. It seemed they'd get past the creature without confrontation after all.

The blue flame that streaked past the balloons proved her wrong. She winced at the incredibly heat and cursed loudly, Sty repeating her foul words. The balloons had begun to move faster while Ama took aim once more. Fey's voice rang out before she could fire, his words clear.

"Aye. So be it." She replied as she reluctantly lowered her bow.

The creature was a green blur, and in one swift movement had torn through one of the baskets. Fortunately it wasn't the one she occupied. Still, she couldn't help but imagine what a fall at this height would do. She quickly did as instructed, grabbing the blue rope and tossing it down to the descending basket.

"Expect a scolding in the afterlife if we die, Fey."

 

[Sammv]

Torik felt his stomach drop as the shot of blue fire whizzed by almost causing him to lock his hands to the basket. Before lockdown, he heard Fey's shouts and took his gamble. Adhering to Fey's commands, he quickly scrambles to find the blue rope in his basket and carefully tossed it to Fey. After completing the task at hand, Torik took a moment to realize the situation and he felt his own heartbeat trying to escape his ribcage. "Calm, Calm," he muttered to himself as he strained to find the passing creature.

Torik quickly checked his gear strapped on him while checking for the creature, finally feeling his skulls. He almost couldn't believe how far the trip turned south so quickly. To imagine that someone might takeover his collection brings an intense determination to survive, causing him to remain alert for any other changes while keeping a solid grip on the basket itself.