[h2][color=9e0039]Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka[/color][/h2]
At the mention of relics, Vlad checked in the breastplate of his armour to make sure his was still secure in there, and not in pieces or anything from his torso being held by a giant claw; once he'd confirmed that it was present and intact, he lifted his now-free hand to the side of the branch closest to the trunk, took hold, then cautiously took his hand off of Breath. It did not retract round the branch as he might have anticipated, and so he hoisted himself up on top of the branch.

"Since we're introducing ourselves," he called in roughly the direction of the two others in his vicinity, wanting something to do whilst he began working on the arduous process of unwinding the grapple from round the branch, "I am Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka, s-"

What he would have said was cut off as, abruptly, the ground began to shake as though an earthquake had hit it. Pausing for a moment, Vlad began to grin again, gripping the branch with his knees and continuing to unwind the weapon as he continued "...and that sounds like a good time waiting to happen. Or bad, depending on your perspective." Shortly, he succeeded in freeing Breath, promptly reeling it back in and holstering it; then, double-checking to make sure the fall wasn't too significant, he leapt down from the branch, landing in a roll to minimise the impact force, and rising just below where Rood and this Chen Jet were both hanging in mid-air.

"Come along, then! We don't have all day," he yelled up at the two. At least one of them still required one of those tablets, and Vlad himself was itching to discover whatever had caused that vibration, Nevermore or otherwise.

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