"Nothing to tell us who she's with," Lero says as he pours her purse contents into his pouch. He straps the thopter and portable A.S.D. to his own wrist and slides the dagger into a sheath. "We should interrogate the rest of the blacksite crew if the captain hasn't already done so," he closes Azsixin's eyes and sighs, standing up from the corpse. "Lead on, Protector of Peema."
"She's obviously with the Consulate," Namura said dismissively, watching Lero pocket the dead woman's belongings. "We won't allow them to jukkete our plans any further."
"Lead on, Protector of Peema," the pirate finished as he stood to join her.
Namura's eyes narrowed. "I want you to know that I still don't like you," she glared at Lero. "We are not friends, we are here to do a job. No amount of ud-kissing will change that." The elf had found flattery to be the greatest weapon in the arsenal of a pirate, such as the one she currently found herself with. She didn't know what he was trying to get from her, but she didn't trust him.
"What makes you so sure the site went dark due to the Consulate's interference? It could have very well been pirates that took the site."
He winks, "It's smart that you don't like me, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm walking behind ya." Lero attempts to hide the smirk that keeps creeping forward as he says this. He's not used to acting like a tough guy and he's not sure if Namura is the type of person to understand a joke. "So lead on," he says.
"You think you could get the jump on me?" Namura snorted, unfazed by the pirate's teasing. "You were injured badly by the fire-cats, while I was untouched. I could easily outlast you if you attempted to stab me in the back, and I'd lose you in these woods. You'd be eaten by tigers before I even made it back to the ship."
"And I will lead on, because I'm the one who knows where to go," the ranger nodded, beginning the hike toward the ship. Tigers didn't really have a sense of humor, or sarcam, so every word was said with the utmost seriousness. "Keep up everyone."
Lero laughs as she hikes off and looks over to Duncan, "I think she likes me." The short hike back should have been easy, but each time his legs brush up against foliage he's reminded of the burns. He regrets spending the time playing with the elf when he should have been taking a short rest and checking on his wounds. Oh well, it was worth it.
While totally committed to Namura as the new lead operative, Duncan couldn't help but smile at the back and forth between Lero and Namura. "I think your right, but by the Angels what a view!" He winks to Lero knowing he'll catch the meaning. Duncan then begins to try to keep up with Namura but will not let any other comrades fall behind, as per her orders.
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The searching party parts ways, leaving the charred corpse of Azsixin hidden away in the exotic landscape. Taking a different path, they are able to plot a direct course back to the crash, reuniting with their friends within an hour of journeying, the path this way involving much less climbing and difficult terrain.
The thopter flies in closer to Azi, as if to get a better look. "You dress as a monk of the Order of the Aether Stream, yet you are with these Consulate thugs. Explain yourself and your actions, immediately, dhaerow." The thopter flies around, scanning the crash site and gathering intel. At this time, the searching party has returned.
With a confused look on his face, Azi questions "But I just said I do not belong to the consulate. If you know my order then you know I have no reason to lie. Please come down here, you're going to upset someone."
Looking across the lake Azi will make eye contact with Namura and her group. "On second thought my metal friend, let me take you to the captain and her assistan Elto. I am most certain they will answer your questions." Azi seems to be in a rush to get the thing moving before Lero shows up...
"You are quick to speak, Azi. It could be a consulate trap."
Flux's servos leap onto the thopter, looking for signatures of consulate handiwork or renegade handiwork. In elvish, Flux speaks through one of the servos to the thopter, providing a renegade identifying password.
"The consulate are scum who would limit our creativity through their extreme laws. Identify yourself."
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"Traako, traako, jukkete, nuuta, traako," Namura began to curse as soon as she saw the thopter. This was exactly what she had feared, and she was certain that she would be chewing Lero out later. The ranger took off at a sprint, diving into the water and swimming toward the boat as quickly as she could. That thopter could only be bad news.
A few excruciating minutes of hard swimming later, and she was back on the island. She searched frantically for someone, grabbing the first person she found. "What's going on? Are we under attack?"
Making his way out of the water back on the island he took off his cloak and began to try to ring the water out of it. Anyone that was looking could now see his dark blonde hair and blue eyes. The rest of his face was still hidden by the blue scarf he wore. Seeing that Namura had everything well in hand, and that there was no immediate danger, Duncan sat near a fire too warm himself up. Taking a few extra moments to go through his pack he produced a small box and couple of small cups. Looking around he asked anyone nearby, "Does anyone have a kettle I'd like to make some tea for myself and any who would like to join me."
Seeing Numara's reaction, Lero laughs, "Did she forget we have three of those thopters in the ship?"
He decides to take his time swimming to the ship, as the cool water feels amazing on his burns. Swimming a bit he sees Duncan has set up a little campfire on a nearby island and decides to join him for a cup of tea. Time to let the others play with the wild elf. He sits next to Duncan and enjoys a cup of tea with him.
There is silence from the thopter for several seconds. You can either hear static or whispering coming from the other line. Replying, in Elvish, he says, "We uhh... we didn't hear that part, master monk." There is more static.. or whispering, as a new voice comes across the thopter, but in Common, the accent is thick (think French), "This is Lhasuke, chief of security here at Fhestrynn. We've received the confirmation code that you are not Consulate. Our apologies: we've had our share of disasters over the years, and can't be too careful. Our city is located about four kilometers northeast of your position. There is a road just past the ridge north of you. Follow it and you'll find warm company."
"Oh," Namura calmed down a little after hearing the thopter. She was high strung to say the least, and her perpetually on edge attitude lead to her being ready for fights that didn't exist. "Fhestrynn? That's where we are near?" The ranger at least vaguely knew where they were now. She was a long way from home, but closer than she had been in decades.
"We'll head toward you immediately, Lhasuke," Namura addressed the thopter. As soon as they gathered their things, she knew exactly where to go. She guessed it was in the direction of all of the constructs she had sensed, the direction the well-worn path lead.
Already prepared for a journey, the elf returned to the beach and joined Lero and Duncan. It had been a long, painful day for her. She needed a break, even if it had to be with someone she didn't entirely trust.
As Namura approaches, Lero is already taking off his breeches. The burns have burnt most of the hair off of his legs and his skin is blistered and red in many places. He takes small bits of cold cloth and puts them over the bad areas, but sits and raises a glass of tea to the arrival of Namura as she reaches the fire. "It's quite good," he says as he takes another sip.
Buama heard a thopter flying about and at first thought it was the one Flux had set out to fix. Then she heard the elvish voice and Azi responding. She was not in a position to see it directly where she hung via a harness rigged up so she could hang over the side to work on damage to the bow as it had hit the island. Amazingly the keel looked good enough to get them out again, but probably only for the trip home. The fun part would be figuring out how to replace the cracked and even missing siding and fixing of a couple of ribs to make it handle any wind shear.
She sighs with relief that between Azi and Flux they figured out this foreign thopter belonged to an Elven village not far away. And the culprit chasing party was back because she could hear Numera's voice last.
With that determined she returns to whistling as she continues attaching some bracing to one of the ship's ribs. Some of the inside boards were going to have to come out to patch the hole up, but thankfully with the bow beached on the island and listing toward the hole, most of the water from the lake landing and the bounce onto the island had drained out. A foot lower and the whole thing would still be filled. Thankfully someone made sure an airship was waterproof when they designed them.
"I thought we were under attack," the ranger replied to the rogue, a tad sheepishly. "May I have a cup?"
Glancing down at Lero's pantsless legs, she noticed just how bad the burns were. Of course she knew he had been hurt, but she hadn't given time to stop and actually examine the wounds. "That looks like it hurts, do either of you need healing? I'm almost tapped out for the day, but I can at least help a little."
As Namura sits down to some tea. Duncan was ecstatic about the amount of people having tea with him! Usually having tea by himself he would sit and meditate until the tea was done. Now with other people he really did want to talk with them but he had no idea how to start a conversation. So he just sat there holding his cup and enjoying the company that the two provided. Anytime he went to take a sip he would turn away so that no one would see his face. Aside from the constant turning away, Duncan felt rejuvenated by the tea and the company that the pirate and the ranger provided.
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"It's feeling better now Namura. Thank you for the offer. Please, join us."
Lero pours a bit of cold water on one of the bandages to keep it cool, "Dahlun was always fond of tea. I know... crazy for a dwarf, huh?" He takes a drink of the tea and tries to get more comfortable, "There was this one time when he was brewing his own tea, something he had actually grown on the ship, and wanted to surprise the crew by letting us have the first taste."
He smiles as he recalls the memory and looks distant as he tells the story, "Dahlun set the temperature of the pot too high and it flared up, burning half of his beard from his face!" Lero laughs, "He was literally running around the ship with a trail of smoke following him!" He shakes his head, "He was a good pirate... a good crew member. He created a small stone from the embers of that fire. A luck stone he called it." Lero shrugs, "Probably lost to this lake now..." He looks at the lake, watching the aether-infused water.
"Nothing to tell us who she's with," Lero says as he pours her purse contents into his pouch. He straps the thopter and portable A.S.D. to his own wrist and slides the dagger into a sheath. "We should interrogate the rest of the blacksite crew if the captain hasn't already done so," he closes Azsixin's eyes and sighs, standing up from the corpse. "Lead on, Protector of Peema."
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"She's obviously with the Consulate," Namura said dismissively, watching Lero pocket the dead woman's belongings. "We won't allow them to jukkete our plans any further."
"Lead on, Protector of Peema," the pirate finished as he stood to join her.
Namura's eyes narrowed. "I want you to know that I still don't like you," she glared at Lero. "We are not friends, we are here to do a job. No amount of ud-kissing will change that." The elf had found flattery to be the greatest weapon in the arsenal of a pirate, such as the one she currently found herself with. She didn't know what he was trying to get from her, but she didn't trust him.
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"What makes you so sure the site went dark due to the Consulate's interference? It could have very well been pirates that took the site."
He winks, "It's smart that you don't like me, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm walking behind ya." Lero attempts to hide the smirk that keeps creeping forward as he says this. He's not used to acting like a tough guy and he's not sure if Namura is the type of person to understand a joke. "So lead on," he says.
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"You think you could get the jump on me?" Namura snorted, unfazed by the pirate's teasing. "You were injured badly by the fire-cats, while I was untouched. I could easily outlast you if you attempted to stab me in the back, and I'd lose you in these woods. You'd be eaten by tigers before I even made it back to the ship."
"And I will lead on, because I'm the one who knows where to go," the ranger nodded, beginning the hike toward the ship. Tigers didn't really have a sense of humor, or sarcam, so every word was said with the utmost seriousness. "Keep up everyone."
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Lero laughs as she hikes off and looks over to Duncan, "I think she likes me." The short hike back should have been easy, but each time his legs brush up against foliage he's reminded of the burns. He regrets spending the time playing with the elf when he should have been taking a short rest and checking on his wounds. Oh well, it was worth it.
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While totally committed to Namura as the new lead operative, Duncan couldn't help but smile at the back and forth between Lero and Namura. "I think your right, but by the Angels what a view!" He winks to Lero knowing he'll catch the meaning. Duncan then begins to try to keep up with Namura but will not let any other comrades fall behind, as per her orders.
Responding in elvish "Hold there, we are no allies of the consulate. I would like to parley with your people."
The searching party parts ways, leaving the charred corpse of Azsixin hidden away in the exotic landscape. Taking a different path, they are able to plot a direct course back to the crash, reuniting with their friends within an hour of journeying, the path this way involving much less climbing and difficult terrain.
The thopter flies in closer to Azi, as if to get a better look. "You dress as a monk of the Order of the Aether Stream, yet you are with these Consulate thugs. Explain yourself and your actions, immediately, dhaerow." The thopter flies around, scanning the crash site and gathering intel. At this time, the searching party has returned.
With a confused look on his face, Azi questions "But I just said I do not belong to the consulate. If you know my order then you know I have no reason to lie. Please come down here, you're going to upset someone."
Looking across the lake Azi will make eye contact with Namura and her group. "On second thought my metal friend, let me take you to the captain and her assistan Elto. I am most certain they will answer your questions." Azi seems to be in a rush to get the thing moving before Lero shows up...
"You are quick to speak, Azi. It could be a consulate trap."
Flux's servos leap onto the thopter, looking for signatures of consulate handiwork or renegade handiwork. In elvish, Flux speaks through one of the servos to the thopter, providing a renegade identifying password.
"The consulate are scum who would limit our creativity through their extreme laws. Identify yourself."
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"Traako, traako, jukkete, nuuta, traako," Namura began to curse as soon as she saw the thopter. This was exactly what she had feared, and she was certain that she would be chewing Lero out later. The ranger took off at a sprint, diving into the water and swimming toward the boat as quickly as she could. That thopter could only be bad news.
A few excruciating minutes of hard swimming later, and she was back on the island. She searched frantically for someone, grabbing the first person she found. "What's going on? Are we under attack?"
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Making his way out of the water back on the island he took off his cloak and began to try to ring the water out of it. Anyone that was looking could now see his dark blonde hair and blue eyes. The rest of his face was still hidden by the blue scarf he wore. Seeing that Namura had everything well in hand, and that there was no immediate danger, Duncan sat near a fire too warm himself up. Taking a few extra moments to go through his pack he produced a small box and couple of small cups. Looking around he asked anyone nearby, "Does anyone have a kettle I'd like to make some tea for myself and any who would like to join me."
Seeing Numara's reaction, Lero laughs, "Did she forget we have three of those thopters in the ship?"
He decides to take his time swimming to the ship, as the cool water feels amazing on his burns. Swimming a bit he sees Duncan has set up a little campfire on a nearby island and decides to join him for a cup of tea. Time to let the others play with the wild elf. He sits next to Duncan and enjoys a cup of tea with him.
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There is silence from the thopter for several seconds. You can either hear static or whispering coming from the other line. Replying, in Elvish, he says, "We uhh... we didn't hear that part, master monk." There is more static.. or whispering, as a new voice comes across the thopter, but in Common, the accent is thick (think French), "This is Lhasuke, chief of security here at Fhestrynn. We've received the confirmation code that you are not Consulate. Our apologies: we've had our share of disasters over the years, and can't be too careful. Our city is located about four kilometers northeast of your position. There is a road just past the ridge north of you. Follow it and you'll find warm company."
"Oh," Namura calmed down a little after hearing the thopter. She was high strung to say the least, and her perpetually on edge attitude lead to her being ready for fights that didn't exist. "Fhestrynn? That's where we are near?" The ranger at least vaguely knew where they were now. She was a long way from home, but closer than she had been in decades.
"We'll head toward you immediately, Lhasuke," Namura addressed the thopter. As soon as they gathered their things, she knew exactly where to go. She guessed it was in the direction of all of the constructs she had sensed, the direction the well-worn path lead.
Already prepared for a journey, the elf returned to the beach and joined Lero and Duncan. It had been a long, painful day for her. She needed a break, even if it had to be with someone she didn't entirely trust.
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As Namura approaches, Lero is already taking off his breeches. The burns have burnt most of the hair off of his legs and his skin is blistered and red in many places. He takes small bits of cold cloth and puts them over the bad areas, but sits and raises a glass of tea to the arrival of Namura as she reaches the fire. "It's quite good," he says as he takes another sip.
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Buama heard a thopter flying about and at first thought it was the one Flux had set out to fix. Then she heard the elvish voice and Azi responding. She was not in a position to see it directly where she hung via a harness rigged up so she could hang over the side to work on damage to the bow as it had hit the island. Amazingly the keel looked good enough to get them out again, but probably only for the trip home. The fun part would be figuring out how to replace the cracked and even missing siding and fixing of a couple of ribs to make it handle any wind shear.
She sighs with relief that between Azi and Flux they figured out this foreign thopter belonged to an Elven village not far away. And the culprit chasing party was back because she could hear Numera's voice last.
With that determined she returns to whistling as she continues attaching some bracing to one of the ship's ribs. Some of the inside boards were going to have to come out to patch the hole up, but thankfully with the bow beached on the island and listing toward the hole, most of the water from the lake landing and the bounce onto the island had drained out. A foot lower and the whole thing would still be filled. Thankfully someone made sure an airship was waterproof when they designed them.
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"I thought we were under attack," the ranger replied to the rogue, a tad sheepishly. "May I have a cup?"
Glancing down at Lero's pantsless legs, she noticed just how bad the burns were. Of course she knew he had been hurt, but she hadn't given time to stop and actually examine the wounds. "That looks like it hurts, do either of you need healing? I'm almost tapped out for the day, but I can at least help a little."
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As Namura sits down to some tea. Duncan was ecstatic about the amount of people having tea with him! Usually having tea by himself he would sit and meditate until the tea was done. Now with other people he really did want to talk with them but he had no idea how to start a conversation. So he just sat there holding his cup and enjoying the company that the two provided. Anytime he went to take a sip he would turn away so that no one would see his face. Aside from the constant turning away, Duncan felt rejuvenated by the tea and the company that the pirate and the ranger provided.
"It's feeling better now Namura. Thank you for the offer. Please, join us."
Lero pours a bit of cold water on one of the bandages to keep it cool, "Dahlun was always fond of tea. I know... crazy for a dwarf, huh?" He takes a drink of the tea and tries to get more comfortable, "There was this one time when he was brewing his own tea, something he had actually grown on the ship, and wanted to surprise the crew by letting us have the first taste."
He smiles as he recalls the memory and looks distant as he tells the story, "Dahlun set the temperature of the pot too high and it flared up, burning half of his beard from his face!" Lero laughs, "He was literally running around the ship with a trail of smoke following him!" He shakes his head, "He was a good pirate... a good crew member. He created a small stone from the embers of that fire. A luck stone he called it." Lero shrugs, "Probably lost to this lake now..." He looks at the lake, watching the aether-infused water.
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