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When Eduard finally stepped away from the cave enough, and when Sahale handed him his 'blade' of sorts, Eduard could feel a rush of wind lift him up off the ground, practically cradling him in midair. A faint feminine voice could be just barely heard upon the winds. "This one is new, my beloved. He bares your blade...Is he friend or foe? Shall I tear him asunder for you~?"
Sahale shook his head, "He is with me, dear. He is a doctor in need of transport back to Kalla. I'm sorry to ask you this favor again so soon."
"I am happy to assist you my love, but be warned, the winds of my blessing are troubled there, do be careful..," the mysterious voice responded with palpable worry.
Sahale's face darkened at the mentioning of that, knowing only a few people that could cause such a disruption. The winds of her blessing... it must have been that sylve man he briefly met, and if that was the case he may be way in over his head. "Then we should make haste, I fear we might be too late already, let's be off!" he shouted as the wind picked up and carried both Sahale and the doctor off back to Kalla at bewildering speed.
Somehow, after all the noise of the wind picking up, Bidzil finally sat up, awning and scratching his head. "Oi... is everyone getting ready?" he asked drearily. He stood up from the sandy cave floor and started dusting himself off. 'Everyone is awake and didn't even wake me up, what's with that, eh?' he thought to himself. "What was all that wind, I haven't woken up to a windstorm like that years, everything alright?" he asked, wondering if that was why everyone was awake. As the young man woke up, the others close to him who were once again sensitive to it could feel slightly empowered, as if the mana in them had surged. Was this adrenaline for the oncoming situation or something... more peculiar?
Hilde bowed her head in thanks to Dorran and then gave Chihiro one last squeeze in their embrace, sgnifying that she should probably be getting ready. She stretched to get herself back to being limber and started placing back all of her armor. She picked up her sword holding it in both hands and looking down at it. She drew it to check its well maintained blade and then placed it back in its sheath before lashing it to her waist-piece with a leather strap. She then took her hair and pulled it back, wrapping it around itself till it made a surprisingly secure bun, instead og her usually way of letting it cascade over her shoulder and with a loose poytail in the back. This way her hair would be harder to grab in battle, cutting off a few possible chances of being left open, and to keep it from her face. "I am ready...," she simply said, Dorran giving a nod of approval at her resolve.
Doran then turned to Allanon with a bit of a chuckle, "That we don't, my friend. But the old ruins are fairly simple and built into the side of these mountains. Even if We had a map of the old place, odds are the bandits may have reconstructed around it if they have made it their base and the the dilapidation may have caused it to change ever more. I would expect wooden structures to keep out most who may pass, but I wouldn't think they would expect much to come down the mountain on top of them. Bit of a drop, but if managed, you would be able to surprise them. From memory, back when I was a lad, there was a main open courtyard, a statue of Krogan there with his real weapon in his hands. There would then be a number of tunnels that go into the mountain that made up the old town."
"No... no no no no no no NO! Ahahahaha! A bandit? Oh to be compared with such worms that writh in the dirt! You ask who I am without introducing yourselves... hmmmm, curious indeed. You are pondering who I am, no? I would expect this one to know better," the man said as he looked out to Sev. "You feel it... do you not? The insignificance of the shields you call magic? You are nothing more than an entertainer from my perspective. But do not doubt you can still create such beautiful works of art, like the man in the alley, s p l e n d i d. And you, young Isoli, I presume these frozen fools to be your doing? A death frozen in time! WONDERFUL I SAY!" he shouted as he stood to full height at the top of the monument throwing his arms to the air. "But there is another...," he said as he looked back down and lowered his arms, one left up to point to the temple. "Dragged into the temple I saw, one who butchered oh so many. Painted this dry canvas in a wet crimson that even the great reapers would struggle to manufacture. Brutal. Efficient. To the point. Trading quality of quantity, I have not seen this many bodies since I escaped my shackles years ago, I simply had to come see for myself. You want to know who I am, do you? The man raised the farming tool in his hand and brought it down against the monument, destroying it in a single blow, his own body floating down. What was eerie, however, was that the monument seemed to fall in slow motion, as well as the man as he drifted down, yet there were no wind currents controlling this. The second the stilts touched the ground, the monument seemed to be released and fell, as well as a nearly physical wave of power was unleashed from the man, and all magic and manipulation gifts ceased to function. I AM BARDUS, AND I SHALL ANNOUNCE THE COMING OF MY KING WITH YOUR WORTHY BLOOD!
Shoreline to West Killiman Desert
Lynn listened carefully, trying her best to fill in the gaps of the man's speech. He still insisted in serving her, and upon looking out to the desert as his next path, Lynn finally agreed. "Alright then, if you honestly would like to help me, I guess it would be rude to reject you further," she smiled as she knelt down to pet the cat. It was so soft too! She hummed delightedly as she felt its fur, and then reached into a pouch to produce some fish meat that had been previously dried despite going back into the water, and offered it to Licks before standing up. "I have never been to that part of the crystal sea, I was always warned to stay away as a child. I am from the island in the center of the sea." she started as she began floating on her staff alongside Gossk, almost like a witch on a broom though still sidesaddle. Her face seemed to grow distant fora moment as she recounted why she was here. "I.... am looking for something stolen from my people. It was a trident, held by our old kings before it was sealed away for being too powerful. We were attacked by men with strange weapons. Clubs that spout magic faster than one could dream of casting it. My people.... were devastated," she recounted, her ears folding down as she looked to the sand beneath her. "I lost many friends and family... I couldn't heal all of them, and I was injured as well.." she said as she pulled back the sleeve on her right arm. It was covered in burn scars that had been healed through magic as well, or else it would be too fresh to bare this kind of travel so soon. "I need to go and find it and bring it back, nobody else would, they were too afraid, so i left..," she said, looking up to the desert dunes ahead as she floated with Gossk walking next to her towards it. "Though I have no idea where to even start looking..."
Despite Lynn's worry over if she was even going the right direction or not, she was quite thrilled to have someone to talk to. Though the desert was rough, Lynn was able to produce water for the two of them whenever it was needed, however, with them losing more than just water in this heat, Gossk may notice Lynn becoming more sluggish, and sometimes mentioning something about a headache. She looked tired, and she didn't seem to be floating as high as she once was on her staff, the thing every now and again dipping when she lost concentration.
It could have been a mirage, but the oddest thing seemed to be seen in the distance. A boat on the sands!? On water that was one thing, but it was quite the spectacle to those who had never visited this region. There was a loud and low snapping sound, almost akin to the sound of thunder, and it seemed that whatever this ship was had crashed into a crag, and the sound of a struggle could be heard.
"S-someone...is in trouble..." Lynn spoke weakly, now somewhat balanced to lay on her staff, not wanting to try walking as her bare feet were unable to cope with the hot sands. Odd, she mentions other people's safety even though her own seemed to be at risk.
If Gossk could see them, unlike his drying out counterpart, he could see a ship clearly crashed into a crag, though it seems to have held up to the impact well enough. There was an obvious conflict between a number of men and a figure cloaked in desert robes. There seemed to be a few other women to who tried to find a place to hide from he conflict around the crags as well. They wore plain grubby attire, a tattered large shirt that seemed to just come low enough to cover them, and while freed from the chains that bound them to the ship, there were still obvious signs from being bound before. Sure signs of being slaves to most.
