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"But the general composition of bone is the same. bone is bone, nevermind the source. I mean sure a human bone and a dragon bone are different in size, weight...but they are both made of the same thing."

glancing at all the shards.

"So what do you do with all these. pick it up and talk to it? and these shredded souls...do you put them back together and send them off or are they just...there?"

"Well I don't mean to brag, but in neutral form I can command the elements fairly well. nothing spectacular. I could start a campfire, but I doubt I could do something like incinerate a ship, if you get my meaning. Some dragons thirst for jewels and gold, some for puzzles, some for knowledge. we all have our own types of hoards. Like Bell, she hoards plans and strategies. she focuses on working out problems, can even get completely lost in them if left alone with it. Kanzec is about logic and puzzles. he'll spend days connecting dots to reasons and rhyme. I imagine as a child a favorite past time might have been taking nursery rhymes and trying to logically fit them into the world."

A shrug.

"In my time in captivity, I hoarded magical knowledge. to keep my mind occupied between Hunter's visits I poured over and through magical tomes and scrollwork. That instinct extends to magical items and artifacts. I've even heard that some spell hoarders become so great and powerful in knowledge that thier very scales become items from which spells can be cast, and are covered in shimmering runes."

glancing over.

"and your magical aptitude is virtually non-existant here. not only would it make a powerful weapon against enemies, but you have shown benificial, if not pleasent, uses for it. such as siphoning poison, and talking now about keeping another being alive even as they may face death's door due to circumstances beyond their control. Thus, I ask questions to better understand the nature of your abilities, and how they work."

"So are elves."

But she listened, tilted her head a bit. a magic that was all about contradictions it appeared.

"How skilled would you say you are. Would you be able to teach someone else, or are you not that skilled yet?"

"I'd like to learn somethings. if you hadn't noticed, my current...bedmate, and I have a distinct problem in longevity. if I wanted him to stick around for awhile, your necromantic magics, as you described with Kanzec, seem to make that a possibility. that you could lengthen a life beyond what it should be, without converting said person into some undead thing. How exactly is that accomplished?"

"He gives a lot more then you know. but he's hard to get to. probably explains the original attraction. he was like trying to crack open a clamshell with a feather. Most things he does are behind close doors and it doesn't always involve, as you put it, a piece of a**."

A slight shrug.

"But I don't defend him. He's done things, and I've done things, and neither of us are exactly nice people in most cases. I'm a thief and whore turned pirate, and he's been a pirate as long as anyone can remember. killer, thief, deceiving con artist, ect."

waving her hand lightly.

"And you can argue anyone being a waste of space. just depends on if you like them or not. and from what I gather you and Hunter don't exactly like eachother."

A slight grin.

"But he grows on you. like mold. might be slow, but it'll get there."

"That could be said to I suppose."

before frowning a bit and turning her attention back to the necromancer with carefully critical eyes.

"What do you mean, by turning him into something we'd both hate? I don't see how keeping Kanzec alive through the glass sea won't do that to him, but doing something to keep Hunter alive will. the process should be similar, right?"


Hunter was keeping pace behind the Gale Claw, watching through his spyglass Desdemona talking to Savvy. devil-woman that she was, curiousity couldn't help but make him wonder what was the topic of their conversation. Was Des trying to barter for the compass, was it just girl talk...Or was Savvy trying to get Des to turn on him. he wouldn't put it past her to strike a blow in a way that wouldn't directly get her in trouble.

"We have a few hours until nightfall. keep everything as cool as you can, and make sure none of our provisions that need to stay moist dry out with the added heat. I'm sure no one wants to lose out on our orange supply."


The crew of the Leviathan were helping build on Lycear's city, working to restore as much of it as humanly possible. Most the armada had dispersed, Pirate Lords back to the sands they governed. the Riders were not pleased, but had no choice. the small force of them there was no match for the full armada and they left not too long after the color went up.

Of course, one of the real reasons the Leviathan was a feared ship, and could move fast for her size was it's first mate, a woman with sandy hair and dark eyes, was redoubling the walls and supports through geocraft. The desert herself being restablished to support, rather then consume. She was also a very no-nonsense woman, taking command of those under the construction with unquestionable authority. her word was law, and was enforced through force if needed.

her left arm, from the elbow down was entirely glass, contrasting sharply with her dark tan. an old injury put to dangerous use. her geomancy that gave her the appendage also allowed her to alter it, from hand to whip to cutlass. and she used all three to keep men in line, and following the code and pact that Lycear and her captain made. As much as she might have personally enjoyed making the city folk fear her, orders were orders. and this woman took to code to heart. would live and die by it without question.

"considering your the only necromancer I've ever heard of in the world, no, I don't know what happens. enlighten me."

frowning a bit, before glancing back out at the sand and watching the glass.


Hunter closed his spyglass, and watched the glass ahead for a moment. they'd be just getting to it at nightfall. won't that make for unpleasent times.

"Mister Richards, make sure our guns are loaded. I want them ready just in case. and make sure that Teach is comfortable. It's almost time."


The pirates knew what they were doing. they were trying to rebuild just to rebuild...but to make the city the target again. the epicenter of these things remained this city, then the sands were free.

the woman watched them build, before moving to the dragon lord and kyoto.

"I sense your exasperation dragonlord Lycear. And it is misplaced. I see your skeptical looks to our efforts. We have a reason. that reason is why I am here."

Gesturing to the work.

"Whatever assaults you, does so through your city. As long as your city stands, and fights back, the thing will either be forced to try another tactic, or bring your city down again. If it tries the city through the sands, I will find it's point of origin. if it tries another tactic, we can fight it."

Looking out at the city.

"We need your city standing. we need the trade routes to do our business in these parts of the sand. and not strictly robbery as you might suspect. we pass goods through the atolls and the city. trinkets from plundered ruins, old maps and scrolls, artifacts that are of little value to us but of great value to others. if the city folds, the trade routes will fold, and this expanse becomes just more sand, save there's nothing much left in it."