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And the Knight was gone.

OOC: This s**t is getting too crouded and confusing, and I'm in Toronto.
Sozliek, limited internet time + this thread going somewhere I don't enjoy = I'm out.

So is essence, there was no slug, there was no battle, there was no explosion, and indeed, there was no evidence to tie Yarneth to any of it. It simply never happened, so there. But there was still plenty of damage wrought on the city by the undead hordes that needed repaired.

If Raven looked at the roads he would see that the convoys were already on their way. From all sides, every road, it converged on Latent. Tractor trailers filled to the brim with bottled water, ice, life saving medications, clothing, blankets, cots, beds, cell phones, and every other conceivable resourse to aid in the recovery of the stricken town. All of this courtesy of Yait's Corporation.

Some of the trucks were labeled OCM mobile medical division, Order of Charitable Monks medical division. They were actually mobile infirmary's that could be set down anywhere.

What they didn't have ready were biological decontamination and detoxification teams. Teams from the Order of Charitable Monks and a hired team of former military profesionals would follow to assist with the detoxification effort.

All of it done by ordinary people working their hardest for a company that was geniunely concerned for the people. The convoy was unprotected, but who in their right mind would attack an aid convoy, or fail to come to it's assistance if it was attacked?

What exactly was in the ship at the time of the explosion? Well, if anyone wanted to take a close look, they wouldnt see much. In fact, there was hardly even a body to be found.

At the point of time where the captain of the ship hopped below deck and the cannons retreated back into their holds, whatever was inside the vessel was already dropping out of it, through a large opening on the bottom of the ship, magically sealed with an air bubble so that the vessel would stay afloat... or at least stay afloat long enough for it to strike land without showing any definate signs of sinking as everytime the multiple doors and smaller passages into the room was opened, air from the bubble escaped and water slowly began to fill the ship.

So where was the crew now? Probably swimming towards the shore. Not like they needed to breathe. But they would certainly be no match for the ship as it was pushed forward on the magical breeze. By the time the ship's supply of gunpowder ignited, simply done by leaving one of the mindless, souless, and already dead drones to blow the place up a moment after the pirate ship hit land, those underwater would encounter some minor turbulence as the surface of the water pushed out in a single large wave.

And those which strode along the bottom of the sea? They'd probably be crawling up the wooden foundations of the docks later when they get that close.

But before that would happen, something got to land a bit faster than the others. Just as the injured wyvern bum rushed Lucind, it would arrive on the scene.

When a submarine surfaces, the surface of the water seems to bulge up with it as gravity takes hold and begins to run off the rising mass. In the same manner, on the shore close to the ruined pirate ship, a large skull lifted out of the water as it moved up onto land. Four feet wide and five feet long, it was a rather flat reptilian shape, but it sported one viscious looking maw of razor sharp teeth. And as it skimmed over the surface of the water, the body followed. Like an arachnid made of giant bones, a ten legged monstrosity lumbered out of the water slowly, slightly pressing into the sand. Each leg was made up of four sections where the end one tapered off to a fine point. The legs, ten feet long each in total, was connected to its body at a point which appeared to be made out of a weaving network of smaller bones on its sides, closest to its dorsal area, sort of like a shell with the occasional gap here and there with large chime bones running down its back. Over on its ventral side however, the beast's body was made up of curving bones similar to ribs, only they did not connect with cartilage like a sternum did; instead, they fit tightly between each other, like a mouth full of sharp teeth would appear, each one ending in a fine sharp point like its legs. At the very back of the creature, the spine would stretch and thin out as it became something similar to a three pointed fork. The thing's 'torso' could be estimated to be about five feet high, six feet wide, and eight feet long.

As monsterously weird as it was, it would open its mouth and... speak?

A single word was uttered, not in some low hollow voice as one would expect, but something which sounded rather normal... living? Empty eye sockets in its skull turned in the direction of the now lone man on the beach.

"KYONUSKE!"

A name. specifically the one which was in the tournament, the man who stood apart from the rest, who rushed into danger to be of use when all others merely waited for someone other than themselves to do something.

And as it moves, its first two legs, closest to its skull set in the front of the thing would lift off the ground and just hover over it, as if they were arms, while the other eight legs carried it forward.

Tendrils of black flame stretched outward, as if trying to overtake the ground itself, before recoiling back to their source.

Bent over and half knelt by his sword, was Vahn. Yellowed eyes stared out straight ahead, unable to so much as glance behind him when the new sounds began breaking through.

His entire right arm smoked, the orb in the center of his gauntlet lit up dully. Solely his left hand rested atop the hilt of his blade, even in such a state subconsciously avoiding placing both items together.

Although it would be a lie to say he felt fine. The tug of war between the items and himself was immense. With all his mental and physical strength he reisisted the urge to take hold of his Fang with his right hand.

"The party that never ends... huh?"

He pushed off the ground, even as his left hand pulled the flamberge free from the ground. Jet black locks wavered, even as he turned to face whatever had just called his name.

"Check out Mr. Fancy pants."

Yellowed eyes sized the new player up, his chest rising and falling with slightly laboured breaths. He'd just taken in an enormous amount of flame, and the strain was to be expected.

All this collected energy... had to vent itself out one way or another.

For her crashed ribcage had been healed by magic, the woman hadn't had to suffer from any after-affects nor did she have to take medicine of some sort. Twentyfour hours after the mage had finished his job, Lucind would had been able to go into another fight.
Nevertheless, she really hadn't been keen on crushing her ribs again so soon. She couldn't tell if something really cracked when she had landed on her back, yet breathing could have felt better than it did now.

Groaning she hurried to get on her feet. Her ears registered several new beings around and new things happening.
For a moment she wondered if any passengers of the ship had gotten the chance to flee before the explosion - when the wounded wyvern crashed down, maybe 90 feet ahead of Lucind and almost at the same second Sunstrike's cut off cry was to be heard: out of the corner of her eye she thought to see him vanish.

Is this still pure chance? A 'normal' attack on a coastal town...? Or maybe...

When the wyvern started heading towards her, the Half-Siren decided to delay any interpretation of the scene and to handle the rampaging lump. - Lucind had been dealing and working with wyverns and other dragon-like creatures for several centuries, not only because taking a 'dragon-taxi' to Magpie Valley was a comfy and fast way of travelling. Nevertheless, being experienced with those beasts didn't change the fact that a panicking, badly injured wyvern was no easy party.

While Lucind walked back- and sidewards, trying hard to avoid any hasty movements and with her staff in her left, she sent a double attack to the wyvern, starting with a

An attempt to distract and weaken the beast to make it more sensitive for the following melody, a strong version of an


Depending on how well the wyvern reacted to this - that is, how strong his mental system was at this moment - the Half-Siren could start adding other, soothing themes to those paralyzing ones she was now singing.

Still walking backwards, Lucind ignored the crunching sound when she stepped on her shades which had been hurled off of her nose.

Eli would be skipping along, all the way until it crossed paths with...

Dun dun dun...

SILVER ALEXANDER!

Eli's happy go lucky '^^' expression quickly changes to a more inquisitive 'OO' expression. Or, was that a "Deer in headlights" expression? After all, Silver was on a motor cycle and Eli's in the middle of the road. Looks like they weren't as empty as it appeared.

I'Ra was walking down the street to meet a friend, when he saw someone get run over by a moter cycle! His red hair, which was unusual for his species flowed in the wind, while his golden yellow eyes which shined like the sun, stared at the injured person in dis belief

Back when my species still used terran vehicles, we at least drove them carefully. Ira thought as he shook his head embaressed the his daughter ever married a human.