"You need not worry about Neferox, she will be fine with the journey", Vin replies to Sol.
He listens to the instructions regarding the factory, finding them as Shenoh had explained. He hoped Sam would listen and wondered at the coincidence that both Sol and Elthana pronounced it mornlyft and everyone else pronounced it mornlyf.
Griff ponders for a moment at Sol's words, and then asks, "It is being Mori's guard who are at Mori's factory yes? If they are resisting us, would they be thinking to be using mornlyf against us? I am hoping not... When I was being trained with it we were being told to be very careful with the vials, if a person is to be accidentally falling upon it and getting a glass shard with the mornlyf in their blood, there is not much else to do but be praying that it is as painless as they are saying."
Sol frowns at Griff's comments. "Well... yes, it would be Mori's guards who are at the factory. But I am an advisor to Shenoh, surely they would not resist." Sol pales a bit at the thought of what Griff is referring to. "Of course they wouldn't use it against us even if they did disagree. We are not kobolds."
"I am certainly glad you are here to lead this mission, Sol", Vin says to Sol in a neutral tone, but letting the multiple meanings of the word lead sit in the air after talk of mornlyf.
He continues to keep an eye on Muir making sure he does not move out of sight.
As Sam asks his question is answered by the stable keeper returning and asking the group to follow.
Three giant eagles are prepared saddles and ready to go along side a large sectional golden ball, which looks to be some kind of mechanical vehicle covered in gold plating. At Sol's word "Francis" the ball unfurls into a large mechanical goat like creature with wings, and bows it's head at the similarly hued aasimar.
"Who will be riding the eagles? Will you be needing assistance to mount?" The stable keeper asks in earnest.
Surprised a bit by the giant golden ball, Sam does his best not to show it. He's even more taken aback as it transforms. He studies it a bit from the corner of his eye, trying to make out if it is indeed a creature with a life of it's own or just some kind of fabulous machine... But in the end he decides it doesn't really matter. He decides he just hopes the word Francis doesn't turn it back into a ball and that nobody says it mid-flight. Cause that would be a real shame... Sam climbs atop an eagle (not like that, you perverts!) and puts his goggles on. He sits impatiently for the others to be ready and urges his mount on as soon as the group starts to move.
"Bry'ze", Vin says, after which the broomstick flies out of their harness and does a couple of loops around Vin and ends by lifting him off the ground.
He marvels at the winged goat shaped vehicle, and wonders whether winged goats were a thing here. Or whether they used to be.
"How far do we go in the air? Is our destination within the core?", he asks. He is more relaxed now Muir was back with the group.
Gewyn vaults lightly over the third eagle’s back and shifts around a bit to find the comfiest way to sit. “I am ready. We will get in and we will shut down production. No unneeded deaths, and no unneeded destruction. We are neither murderers nor vandals, fret not, Sol.”
With Muir, Gewyn and Sam safely saddles to their eagle mounts, Vin on Bry'ze, Griff and Ömertyr using their natural given flight and sol upon his shining mechanical steed Francis. The group lifts off. Neferox following through the air propelled via walking on her flaming paws somehow.
The group exit the core and descend out into the inner sphere leaving the patrols of mist hulks and bright shining lightning hulks behind.
The descent takes around 40 minutes in total. Half way there Sol points out a district of the city, which covers the inside of the sphere, the district has particularly large buildings and warehouses carved from the natural crystal, some of which have large pipes travelling from one building to the next.
Vin looks into the distance at the buildings Sol motions towards, and wonders how many of them are related to the mornlyf production. Gewyn's comment plays on his mind, and he hopes there was no need for killing, but they were strangers here and Sol turning up with them and not Shenoh's guard could backfire. Mori's guards might already be under her orders to protect the factory and warehouses with their lives regardless of who approaches, but they might also not trust Sol is there from the council and assume he is being coerced.
And then there is the matter of disposing of such a dangerous substance. Did they have safe ways of doing that already?
He hoped there would be time for Sol to detail his plan when they landed before they got to the factory. Until then, he travelled beside Neferox, not letting her fall behind.
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“It’s a shame nobody went to tend to our Rocs instead of being a bother,” Sam says theoretically to himself on the topic of transport.
“Right-o,” he replies to Sol. “End the genocide but do it delicately. It’s only mass produced murder, no need to harm the source.”
"You need not worry about Neferox, she will be fine with the journey", Vin replies to Sol.
He listens to the instructions regarding the factory, finding them as Shenoh had explained. He hoped Sam would listen and wondered at the coincidence that both Sol and Elthana pronounced it mornlyft and everyone else pronounced it mornlyf.
“What I wished was to be left alone yet you refused that,” Sam reminds.
”As you wish” Muir walks away
"Hmph," Sam hmphs. "Where's he off to then?"
Vin watches Muir move away, and keeps an eye on the loxodon to make sure he doesn't wander out of sight.
Griff ponders for a moment at Sol's words, and then asks, "It is being Mori's guard who are at Mori's factory yes? If they are resisting us, would they be thinking to be using mornlyf against us? I am hoping not... When I was being trained with it we were being told to be very careful with the vials, if a person is to be accidentally falling upon it and getting a glass shard with the mornlyf in their blood, there is not much else to do but be praying that it is as painless as they are saying."
Muir wanders around the stables looking at the giant eagles paying no attention the group, their plans, or discussions
Sol frowns at Griff's comments. "Well... yes, it would be Mori's guards who are at the factory. But I am an advisor to Shenoh, surely they would not resist." Sol pales a bit at the thought of what Griff is referring to. "Of course they wouldn't use it against us even if they did disagree. We are not kobolds."
"I am certainly glad you are here to lead this mission, Sol", Vin says to Sol in a neutral tone, but letting the multiple meanings of the word lead sit in the air after talk of mornlyf.
He continues to keep an eye on Muir making sure he does not move out of sight.
Sam turns to Sol and narrows his eyes at their Kobold statement. It was offensive and an ignorant thing to say...
"So we talking or we going?" he asks and looks around to see if the mounts were brought around yet.
As Sam asks his question is answered by the stable keeper returning and asking the group to follow.
Three giant eagles are prepared saddles and ready to go along side a large sectional golden ball, which looks to be some kind of mechanical vehicle covered in gold plating. At Sol's word "Francis" the ball unfurls into a large mechanical goat like creature with wings, and bows it's head at the similarly hued aasimar.
"Who will be riding the eagles? Will you be needing assistance to mount?" The stable keeper asks in earnest.
Muir makes he way back after looking over the stables. He sees they are ready to go "I will need to ride an eagle"
Surprised a bit by the giant golden ball, Sam does his best not to show it. He's even more taken aback as it transforms. He studies it a bit from the corner of his eye, trying to make out if it is indeed a creature with a life of it's own or just some kind of fabulous machine... But in the end he decides it doesn't really matter. He decides he just hopes the word Francis doesn't turn it back into a ball and that nobody says it mid-flight. Cause that would be a real shame... Sam climbs atop an eagle (not like that, you perverts!) and puts his goggles on. He sits impatiently for the others to be ready and urges his mount on as soon as the group starts to move.
"Bry'ze", Vin says, after which the broomstick flies out of their harness and does a couple of loops around Vin and ends by lifting him off the ground.
He marvels at the winged goat shaped vehicle, and wonders whether winged goats were a thing here. Or whether they used to be.
"How far do we go in the air? Is our destination within the core?", he asks. He is more relaxed now Muir was back with the group.
Gewyn vaults lightly over the third eagle’s back and shifts around a bit to find the comfiest way to sit. “I am ready. We will get in and we will shut down production. No unneeded deaths, and no unneeded destruction. We are neither murderers nor vandals, fret not, Sol.”
Muir continues to say very little or in this case nothing and climbs on the eagle seeing everyone else has their own.
With Muir, Gewyn and Sam safely saddles to their eagle mounts, Vin on Bry'ze, Griff and Ömertyr using their natural given flight and sol upon his shining mechanical steed Francis. The group lifts off. Neferox following through the air propelled via walking on her flaming paws somehow.
The group exit the core and descend out into the inner sphere leaving the patrols of mist hulks and bright shining lightning hulks behind.
The descent takes around 40 minutes in total. Half way there Sol points out a district of the city, which covers the inside of the sphere, the district has particularly large buildings and warehouses carved from the natural crystal, some of which have large pipes travelling from one building to the next.
Sam follows Sol, asking no questions since the flapping and the air probably make communication nigh impossible anyway…
Vin looks into the distance at the buildings Sol motions towards, and wonders how many of them are related to the mornlyf production. Gewyn's comment plays on his mind, and he hopes there was no need for killing, but they were strangers here and Sol turning up with them and not Shenoh's guard could backfire. Mori's guards might already be under her orders to protect the factory and warehouses with their lives regardless of who approaches, but they might also not trust Sol is there from the council and assume he is being coerced.
And then there is the matter of disposing of such a dangerous substance. Did they have safe ways of doing that already?
He hoped there would be time for Sol to detail his plan when they landed before they got to the factory. Until then, he travelled beside Neferox, not letting her fall behind.