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Prescott would feel the blade was heavy - a bit heavier than his own iron one, though comparable in size. The blade was surprisingly still sharp, its time away having long since sealed seeming to have little effect. As for Izzy, she'd find the jar popping open after a bit of a struggle. Peering down into the jar, the surface of what was inside was a strange, amber, crystallized formation. Moving the jar around though would give the impression that some highly viscous fluid was inside - Izzy wouldn't be able to read the jar, so she wouldn't be able to know what it contained.

Izzy would also notice that in the dining room there was a pair of doors on the right - wooden and therefore likely fragile.

As for Valora, as she remained in the room she'd notice the dim light flickering slightly as something moved in it ... like as if someone was using their hands as puppets. She'd see a dragon. Then a bird of some sort. Then it'd return to being the same, dull glow.
Rys would probably be caught off guard - as she began to swing, she'd find her first blow countered. Whether it was luck or due to the predictability of the girl's movements, it was hard to tell. The man stepped inward towards her attack, slamming his body into her own as he finished wiping the sand from his eyes, likely making it difficult for the girl to have the remainder of her swings be delivered with any sense of grace or balance.

The older man grinned at the Roman, raising an eyebrow. "Oldest trick in the book for a novice fighter. But you won't be finding sand on a ship." He smirked a bit, clearly enjoying this more than a bit. The man finished his speech with a feint towards the head and then a swipe towards the shin. It was rather apparent the man was a skilled, seasoned fighter.

As for the other pirates, a few cheers were elicited. "Dethrone him Rys!" "Kick his ass!"
As the group entered into the kitchen, they would notice that the place had been constructed to be used by more than a single person - likely an entire team of servants worked the area. There was a single archway to the right, leading to what appeared to have once been an internal well-like structure. To the left were three doors - at the first one with a glance revealed itself to be what was likely an armory - there was an old weapon rack carved into the wall with some tarnished but still usable weapons made of a metal of a bygone age.

The next room was in surprisingly pristine condition. Aside from the smell and the layer of dust covering everything, the stone table in the center was still completely intact along with the torch sconces that probably held candles at one point. On the table were a few fancy looking jars.

The final room was down a longer hallway that turned left - and couldn't be seen from the kitchen. However, there was a very dim light coming from around the corner.

What would the party investigate?
Neriad managed to use a soft block to parry the incoming strike along with maneuvering to the right simultaneously to give him a better position before swinging his stick down to hit Rys. The disguised girl likely wouldn't have a problem blocking the first blow, but the second one would have gotten her if sand hadn't sprayed into the man's eyes it would have been over. Instead, the man jumped back instinctively and started to wipe his eyes, listening intently.
Sorry for delay, will get something up soon. Been busy with a data project and HW.
The door practically fell off its hinges - the wood was sufficiently only that a simple press against it led to the points of tension practically disintegrating around it. Their eyes would quickly see that the entire ground in here was stained in red, and as their eyes would search for a source they would see that it led to a series of barrels that had collapsed over time. The insides of the barrels were also stained red, leading to a simple conclusion: either somebody stored absurdly large amounts of blood in barrels for some strange future purpose, or that they were simply wine barrels that had burst after sitting in here so long unused in the pantry.

Another open exit was visible to their left, leading to a kitchen like area. Would the three of them take the left in the stables or the left here?
Ultimately Ryssa wouldn't get to listen to much - it wasn't long before the conversation broke up on it's own as Amen began to sail the ship towards his desired location. The waves splashed against the hull of the ship, and it probably wouldn't be long before a couple of the other crew members decided that sleep was the next best option. A canopies that would be burdensome in combat were raised over portions of the ship to provide shade as they continued in their journey.

Amen personally had noticed that Rys had helped the boy set the sails and talked with him - even briefly - and made note of it. He was glad to see that this crew member wasn't intending on playing the 'strong, silent' type forever. As the midday headed into the night, the group made camp on a shore of the southern italic peninsula, far from any civilization.


The crew found themselves surrounding the fire, regaling old tales of fights and raids they had been on - when the strange fighter from Judea approached Rys carrying two long sticks. Neriad tossed one of the sticks over - it could be the length of a sword - and it was obvious that he wanted to spar as he backed away from the fire and took up a strong sword stance. The two brothers snickered a bit expectantly at the two of them, while Amen just rolled his eyes.

"Well, go on." Amen looked at Rys before turning his gaze towards Neriad. "I don't want any bodies, alright?" If Rys stood up to fight Neriad with the stick, she'd notice that he was waiting patiently for the woman to make the first move, his entire body loose and ready to pounce.

Sel let out a sigh of relief as the teacher walked in the room, rescuing her from teaching these two troubled, insolent students. She'd say they were trying, of course, but it didn't mean that teaching them wasn't an annoyance. Meowka was very easily distracted by anything that moved - there were a couple times she was caught staring at birds rather than the lesson at hand. And continuing the act of 'learning' from Avaline was in as of itself a challenge, especially when what she showed off was incorrect or messy. If Sel had to judge though, she'd say that if they went home and continued to practice they could learn the alphabet, the sound each letter made, and how to write each letter by the end of the week.

The mage looked upwards towards Luna, nodding in agreement with Miss Katherine as the teacher clarified the situation. Though the noble found herself raising an eyebrow as Eith was mentioned. "I did, however I concluded that it was mostly due to her ravenous hunger taking over the majority of her brain functions. I'll see what I can do to help though." Of course it had become apparent a bit later that Eith had something else going on, but Sel's life had been really occupied with her own familiar and her games. She'd been hoping to talk with Sly about her dream earlier, but it seemed her familiar was otherwise occupied. "And Sly, I know you're always hungry for attention but there's plenty of me to go around, no need to be so jealous! But I didn't think you'd stoop to begging for affection from just anyone ... but I guess my little familiar was feeling lonely ..." In spite of herself Sel was more than a little irritated by the fox's suggestion of disloyalty, but she hoped that teasing the fox in turn would lighten the mood.




Meowka found herself dealing with a small headache from how hard she'd been trying to learn the alphabet. She'd made some progress but nothing exceptional or even normal based on the way her teacher acted - it was quickly made apparent to the cat that she was in fact an idiot. This material honestly frustrated the prowler of the night, and it wouldn't be hard for Katherine to tell both through the bond and simply based on the girl's posture. Being told she was a 'tiny black cat' was irritating ... but Katherine saying good job cheered her up more than she cared to admit.

She didn't enjoy learning these things in spite of that, but the cat picked up the materials Sel had left her with the full intent of practicing them at home, even if it was just for a bit. She was sure one of the dolls could try and help her out. If she'd learned one thing however it was how little she knew or understood in the area of academics. Stealing from a stall, stalking prey, eavesdropping ... she was talented at that, but this was an entirely different animal.

For a brief moment the cat glared at the overly familiar fox cradling herself in Kat's arms for a couple seconds with obvious envy before standing up and shaking her head. She'd been a literal pet peeve for her mage earlier in the headmistress' office, and now that she'd had a chance to calm down a bit more she decided she'd be a good familiar for the rest of the day. "Um, Mistress Katherine ..." Meowka looked down at her feet a bit, obviously a little embarrassed that she was letting her pride be crushed just a bit in her current act of penance. "... I probably won't be much help with whatever you're doing, so I was thinking of going home. Is there anything else you'd like me to do ...?"


Aetheria put her hands on Kouze's shoulders and closed her eyes, focusing. She could detect the other soul in there, it was rather obvious. But despite the power she'd dumped into it the damn thing still seemed to be resting.

It took only a couple minutes before the nurse backed off and indicated that the woman could put her shirt back on. Honestly, this was a bit outside of her area of expertise. She'd be busy dealing with a dragon today (though she supposed an aide could help her handle that) and the ritual with the hellhound. For now though, the white mage had a bit of advice on how to cure this.

"Alright, there's two ways to cure this. You've probably come to the conclusion that my magic isn't helping a lot, and you'd be correct. The first way would be to talk to the Headmistress - she'd probably be able to help you with your condition, but I'm guessing you haven't gone to speak with her for a reason." The white mage hesitated for a moment, looking over the girl in front of her and speaking after an obvious moment of hesitation. "The second way ... the second way involves a pancea. The headmistress' familiar - Fia - is a phoenix. Phoenix tears are a panacea for all wounds, maladies, and any other troubles. Even curses or magics specifically intended to block restoration are undone by them ... even if placed by a god. I think they'd wake this soul right up to, unless my research is wrong."

The woman let out a sigh. "The girl is in her early teens - has deep, crimson hair. A little quiet, skittish even. Easily frightened. You can't miss her. I'm not advocating you do anything that'd make the headmistress angry or that would stain your honor, but you could try talking to her."


Fia looked down a bit, frowning. "Ritsa ... it is fall and the water is cold ... I'm a fire creature ..." She hoped that made it rather obvious that she wasn't too interested in the idea of going out for a swim. "... I could watch, though ..."

The mistress of the catboy blushed a bit, and frowned at the pink haired woman. It had become apparent that the ... whatever she was, had little knowledge of what she was talking about. Had she really just been playing around?

"I-I'm his mage! It's my job to protect him!" It was clear she was a little frustrated and perhaps being overprotective. But she'd only hopped up to defend Bastien because she detected fear. She gave a glance over to Bastien, as if asking him to explain himself.

"Mistress Josy, I um ..." His mage looked at him with a more calm face, hoping that'd goad him into speaking honestly. It was obvious the boy was a little embarrassed by his unnecessary fear and that his master had hopped in to defend him. "S-she had a l-lot of teeth. And h-her eyes were really dark and um ... evil looking - and the ground." He pointed over to the small divot the hydra had made in her rather enthusiastic leap.

Josette sighed. She understood the cat's skittishness, but if the hydra had really been in control then her cat hadn't been in any danger. The noble looked at the pink haired girl who seemed to be in charge, and hadn't exactly denied being the creature's mistress. She took a couple of breaths, trying to make herself calm down. She forced herself to stick out a hand. "Bastien, go chase that creature. You aren't going to let this girl insult you like that, are you?" The cat looked up a little concerned, but a dismissive shove sent Bastien over to the two girls.

As for Josette, she looked over at the pink haired girl and extended a hand. It was rather apparent that the pink haired girl's intent of being impish had failed. "I-I'm Josette by the way. I come from a family of nobles to the south of here." The boy on the bench and the dog girl looked over, but the noble woman waved at them to indicate they should remain sitting. "I apologize if I panicked a bit, but the girl made it difficult to read her intentions. I mean ..." She gestured towards the hole in the ground. "... we didn't know how much self control she had, and I didn't want to risk my familiar getting injured. Surely you'd understand how worrying it if let's say something scared the crimson haired girl over there? You can't tell me you'd just remain sitting."

Between the scary lizard girl and the crimson haired one, it was rather obvious which one was the more vulnerable target. Apparently Bastien had the same though again, because as the crimson haired girl prepared to make another comment to the lizard friend after taking a small talking break she'd instead let out a yelp - she slammed into the ground, having been pulled through the cracks by Bastien. The cat seemed a little worried as he glanced over at the hydra, but noticed that out of the corner of his eye that his dog-girl friend was ready to hop in on his side if things went south. It gave him a bit of courage.

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Otille found herself sitting by the fountain in her Sunday best, hair running in a braid down her back with a cute bow accentuating it. It wasn't anything fancy that a noble would wear ... but it would be rather apparent to any passerby that the farmer had done her best to dress to impress.

She'd headed over as soon as she'd finished milking Cocoa. Honestly ... the entire process had been rather mundane. Aside from Cocoa making some different noises as the pressure was released, the results were the same. She had a bucket of milk, her hands were a little more sore, and her livestock was happily mooing again. She felt a little sorry for the cow, but Cocoa would have to learn that she couldn't panic and cause a ruckus anytime someone went missing. Otherwise she'd be scrubbing floors for Aetheria quite a bit.

Slightly nervous about the date, the girl looked around and tried to see when her knight would come to whisk her away.
The boy blushed slightly as Rys mentioned the sirens of the sea. "H-hey! I-I'm fine with normal women. T-that's all." He turned away awkwardly, looking around. "Um, yeah. So uhhhh, thanks for the help with the mast and all." The sixteen year old walked away, looking around and sitting in a shaded part of the galley.

The other members of the crew were still up to the same activities - would Ryssa talk with them or settle down for the trip?
As the three of them entered into the small ruin, the torches light would flicker upon the walls revealing that there were two exits to the room - one to the left, which lead down a long, dark hallway. Down that dark hallway were three exits - two on the right, and a single left turn at the very end likely leading to another chamber. Ahead of them was a wooden door, and creeping beneath the door was a lightly red stain - as if some liquid had long ago spilled under the crack and dried up.

Would the party go through the door, or to one of the exits on the hallway?
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