As he covered himself in the coil of rope, Alya quietly stepped over to him, crouching down next to the Savolin. She hesitated for a moment before reaching her hand out, patting his head gently. She felt a little guilty now. Perhaps she should stop playing music on such a whim? Of course she'd never remember such a thing.
R'Ornn felt a spike of happiness within himself as he looked up at Alya from the coiled rope. His hiding hole wasn't the greatest as she clearly found him, and his body twinged a little as he got attention from her. Even though it was something he would normally detest it felt meaningful from her. He couldn't speak, his lips clamped too tight from fear of making a mistake, and his body wrapped up tight to avoid making a wrong move. R'Ornn merely watched her and gave the tiniest smile, as he enjoyed the caring touch. However it was brought to an end as the Captain gave way to the beginning of their sea-bound journey.
R'Ornn could feel it, the sway of the ocean, the bucking of the ship, the winds slamming into the sails and shoving the ship forward. He could also feel the looming presence, the sign air of stillness as the cabins grew quiet. Something was wrong, Fiers wasn't rowdy, music was playing, everything was.. silent. The sea-spray slammed against the walls of R'Ornn's cabin before a body slammed through his door and put the tiny Savolin on edge. He had little time to react, but R'Ornn managed to slid under the taller deckhand and then out his door. The small being flew quickly and burst through the hold-doors to their cabins, his hovering shape above the heads of the crew and staring down at all of the captured company folk. The Savolin was out-raged, his body shuttering with anger as all of these people, even the ones he didn't truly know, lay on their knees with blades to their throats.
"You cowards! Betraying us like this! I will have your corpses!" R'Ornn's body shuttered even heavier as the angry flowed outwardly, his form emitting a powerful bluish-purple glow, and the sky shuttering with a thunderous roar. The Savolin flew a few feet higher while concentrating his power, his arms tucked together as his palms gathered energy. Finally he flung his hands above his head and a brilliant bolt of purple lightning flew into the heavens, piercing the lightless sky. The bolt was heralding what appeared to be the tip of a giant crystal from the clouds, sparking bolts of electricity from it across the clouds, however.. it quickly vanished.
"You bastards! Arrrgh!" R'Ornn was falling from the sky, entangled in a large net that had been fired from a cannon below him, his flying was pointless, only slowing his fall a small degree. The Savolin struck the deck a moment later, the impact powerful and felt through the wood. R'Ornn's eyes peered to the midnight sky to see a receding purple gem, the last hope he had of saving the company from this betrayal disappeared into the darkness as R'Ornn was knocked unconscious by a large boot to the face.
R'Ornn heard a voice, a somber one full of hope and kindness, as it pleaded for him to come closer. It begged him to step forward and take it's hand.
"Did the voice have a hand..?" He thought to himself as it spoke to him more. It urged him to continue, to let the voice guide him. The voice grew louder, or closer perhaps, as it spoke. He couldn't shake the voice so it must have been real. It spoke to him of great things, of joy, of happiness, of his family. It spoke of how they were proud of him and how they wished to see him and how he could be returned home to his family if he took the voice's hand.
"My family.. home.. Fa.. Ma.." His mind thought of the voices words, his body felt weightless and he couldn't seem to move much at all, but he could feel the hand reaching for him, his mind slowly closing it's thoughts off and letting the voice in, before the tiny Savolin's mind came to a realization.
"My family... is dead!" His scrambled to a waking state and his body felt heavier, submerged, surrounded by a thick liquid. The voice screeched at him and it told him that he would never escape. R'Ornn never cared much for people telling him what he could and couldn't do though, and within minutes his mind broke free of the grips of darkness. His body reacting to the freedom as he surged to the surface of the water and he paddled himself quickly a few feet to shore. His tiny form drug itself onto the sandy ground and he began coughing up cups of water, one lung full at a time.
His body was weak, trembling, as he collapsed against the black sand and stared at the dark clouds overhead. The lightless realm was truly lightless, to those who felt one's surroundings held power. R'Ornn felt it was necessary to not let such a land hold power over him, to the waking world that was R'Ornn, the voice of death from the depths of the ocean was a scarier thought than the lightless realm for the moment. This is what pushed R'Ornn to stand, as best as he could, and wobble his way along the shore before spotting a cave entrance which he only managed to see due to a crack of lightning. He felt that it would be best to try and find the others, before settling inward towards the cave. R'Ornn took his remaining magical power and focused it into his gauntlets or more specifically the crystals in them and allowed them to gather a marvelous blue glow which illuminated the immediate area around R'Ornn for several feet.
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