"Oh? You don't need to see our passes. You would like your aides to guide us to the cargo hold!" Seb's voice rings out, high pitched and forceful.

Dworic walks with the group as he wishes to blend into his new pals and not cause trouble. His focus on staying "cool and casual" was momentarily broken when Molly slightly brushed upon his shoulder and shook him out of the trance. A bit confused as to what's going on, he thinks to himself, 'teleportin' satyrs, powerful evils, what have I gotten meself into?' The dwarf slaps his face lightly to get himself back onto the task at hand, "cool and casual."

The half-elf rasies and eyebrown and looks at Seb'riel. 

"No, I want to see your tickets and now why on earth I would like to show you my cargo bay? " 

Her tone make the aidee to shift his demeanor from relaxed and welcoming to suspicious. The other members of the crew behind him looks over his shoulder, asking themselves what's going on. 

Noticing the half-elf's less than stellar reaction, Kyne quickly slips an arm about Seb'riel's shoulders, pulling her back a step.

"Please forgive my sister! She can be a bit eccentric... delusional even. Like everyone else on your magnificent vessel, we're on our way to Sarlona. I'm told that the Kalashtar can work wonders with the mind and I want the very best of care for my beloved sister. The dockmaster is currently holding our tickets, but we're just here to drop our bags until we can collect them. I'm told that you have a temporary store room for this kind of thing?"

     Hurosk steps in line behind the others. When Seb'riel's subtle suggestion fails, he raises the hood of cloak and turns his back to the attendant, hoping the half-elf pays little attention to him. He faces Molly and mouths quietly, "This is not sounding good."

The woman raises an eyebrow as Kyne tries to explain Seb's words and actions. 

" The harbormaster? Wait, are you the ones that he talked about a while ago? He hasn't your tickets I have them waiting for your response. If you want you can pay me now and I'll see you guided to your quarters... please come here with me so the line can keep moving. " 

She motions inviting you to board the ship and stand just near the plankboard but giving enough room for the line to keep moving. She seems suspicious but it's obvious to Moltaris that she is trying to keep her profesionalism. 

"Well, it seems for her attire that your sister has some magical abilities. Is that going to be a problem?" she asks to Kyne "We cannot afford to have a sudden burst of magical energy, that staff seems pretty powerful to me. In fact " she adds looking to all, apparently assesing them " The using of magic is strictly forbidden on board for safety measures you need to unders..." 

Her words are cutted by a sudden commotion below them, at the cargo bay entrance. 

A loud creacking sound makes everyone scream and jump on their feets. The sound of something metallic moving and a big roar echoes throught the docking bay. She looks overboard and everyone can see two of the minotaurs that were working there fleeing in terror from the interior of the cargo bay. 

Without time to react, a flash of blue light and the cracking sound of lighting came from the rear deck and she clearl gasp. 

"You two " she start to give orders "Go down there and check what's happening there! You come with me we need to check on the Captain!" she look to the party " Stay here!" 

Lireys and Hurosk sees that the fleeing minotaurs doesn't stop their run after leaving the cargo bay where more loud sounds come and they charge directly into the nearest guards! Two of them fall from the platform screaming towards the floor four histories below. They open some crates that were left there and produces big battleaxes and at least three more guards fall under their sudden attack before they can react. 

The sudden burst of action immediately draws Kyne's attention, his eyes darting about as he takes in the events.

"Cargo bay?" He remarks smugly to Lyreis, placing a hand on Daedagnir's hilt.

"Well, it would be rude not to offer assistance." The blademaster replies, a smile coming easily to his lips. "Let's move."

"We were going there anyway. I see no reason for this to change anything." Seb'riel hurries along behind, reaching into the weave for something that would cast the minotaurs aside 

"Anything to keep us from going through the front door to Sarlona..." Moltaris growls. "Which way? Forward or down?"

     "Their guards aren't lasting long against those minotaurs," Hurosk points out. That's the problem with these monstrous races... Hard to break some bad habits. The bounty hunter slings his bow around, ready to focus his efforts on the creature that is at the end of the ramp. "You're mine," he whispers to his target and an aura surrounds the monster, only visible for the hunter. The location of the goblin disappears from his senses.

     "Excuse me, bub," he says brushing past Kyne to take up a position at the edge of the railing. He quickly draws and fires an arrow at the unsuspecting minotaur. Another on it's way before the first finds it's mark in the upper part of its leg, then the second hits a moment later sinking just above the first into their hip. He grits he teeth and grins as the creature roars now that he has their attention.

"Oi, it seems like avoidin' conflict is ov no use." The dwarf comments, as he turns the knob of one of his backpack straps causing a flap of metal to fly over his head an on to his torso as a fastens a strap connecting his arm to the plate. More pieces release from his pack as he fastens them all to his body leaving a dwarven style helmet for last. The dwarf clad in full plate grabs his holstered hammer and says, "Le's get crackin' then."

The minotaurs, now consciuous that there are, at least, one troublemaker, move ahead with what seems to be their plan. 

One of them charges forward, goring with his horns one of the remaining guards. The impact is so brutal that the human is thrown over the minotaurs head, screaming in pain. The beast, however, shows some kind of mercy, swinging its greataxe upwards as the man falls, cutting him in half, killing it instantly. The minotaur doesn't stop and keeps charging forwards the plank where the rest of the group is. 

The crowd of bystanders scream in terror and run away, trying to reach the staris down or simply get away from the creature's path. Some fall and are stomped by others. It's absolute chaos. 

Kyne hurries after Hurosk, spotting an opportunity with the minotaurs lined up in a row.

"Seb! Together!" The wood elf shouts, beckoning to his sister as he begins to focus on the air as she has taught him and gather elemental energies in his hands.

Catching on as quick as ever, Seb'riel follows her brother, sensing the power he summons she does the same, sending a perfectly aimed bolt of lightening, intertwined with her brothers through two of the minotaurs. 

The magic energies collected by Kyne  grow brighter and brighter when Seb'riel joins him and both sibilings complete their spells in perfect sync. 

The sudden cracking sound and intense smell of ozone fills the platform and everyone stops for a second, looking down to the two minotaurs that had been caught in the middle of the blue lighting that crossed the air. 

When the magic lighting disipates both minotaurs are liying in the ground, small volutes of smoke rising from their bodies and the wood where the lighting had impacted it after craking on its passing. 

One of the minotaurs had fallen over some crates, smashing them and breaking its contents. For a split of a second they think the two creatures are done, but then, they start to move, slowly coming up again. 

The one who was down on the broken crates grabs his battleaxe and roars back at the elves that look at them, a little bit surprised that they are still living. He runs towards the ship and jumps, holding his battleaxe over his horned head. 

Reaching the deck of the ship he tries to cut down Kyne, but the nimble elf dodges it just in time, the greataxe cutting the beautiful railring and sending splinters all over Kyne and Seb'riel. Frustrated he swings his axe again, this time trying to cut the elf's head, but then again, Kyne ducks below it and the powerful axe cuts nothing but the air, making a menacing sound. 

Molly pivots towards the uninjured minotaur and hisses, "May Bright Mother's milk turn to bile in your mouth!" before a ray of sickly greenish-white energy launches from her holy symbol and slams into the great horned creature. She draws her rapier, slaps Lyreis on the butt with it, and says, "Let's go - can't separate the elf bros for this!" before moving towards Kyne, Seb, and Hurosk.

Dworic stands there impressed with the blast from Kyne and Seb's combined Lightning bolt when he realizes it wasn't enough to end the foul beast. The minotaur is clearly healthy enough to be able to leap right next to them. He charges over to help them, as he runs up next to the minotaur with his Kinetic hammer in tow he gives a little jump as he swings it over his head to smash it down onto the oversized bull, "Tayme fur sum THUNDER!". He smashes his artificed maul down with all his might causing an explosive result as the impact leaves behind what could be described as a sonic boom.

The maul crashes down on the minotaur's skull with an audible crack even behind the thunderclap of the hammer. The minotaurs lumbering form drops to its knees seemingly bowing before Dworic's feet. "Nehver mess wif a dwarf is a tried an true sayin'." Looking at the other minotaurs, "Best be remembrin' dat." He then raises his maul again to take another big golf swing at the downed bull's head as he knocks it over the ledge, "Hole in wun, hahaha."

The other two minotaurs roars when they see one of them beign thrown away from the deck of the ship, falling down to the street below. 

Behind them they could hear figiting and the use of lighting spells, near the helm of the ship and Hurosk can see a femenine figure coming flying from below, heading to the helm. It seems that the captain of the Mist Eagle has come to the aid of her relatives. 

Lyreis can hear some commotion coming from the cargo hold and the inner decks of the ship.