Welcome to Gaia! ::

~Rowan

"I wouldn't say that this is important. At most, I'd say it's a direction we can go in. I've gotten so used to moving around in the wilderness like this, exploring, that it's kind of nerve-wracking to think about the days when I won't be doing this." Rowan stated, looking off to the side for a few moments as he contemplated what his life would be like if Blake and him ended up like Cheyenne and Alistair. The thought made him shiver slightly, realizing just how awkward and disastrous that would end up being if it were the case. I don't even see how he lives with that monster doing nothing but staring at dead bodies all day. I'd run the second I had a chance. Rowan stated, contrary to his actions before the merging of Terra and Earth. The days before their grand adventure started, when they were a simple medium and her Knight... Those were days that were long behind the both of them. Now Blake was some really popular superhero-like person to the Japanese people, and Rowan was an outcast that really did not have too much of a place in society. At home, they were no longer poor people living in a two room apartment... but rich. The drastic change in lifestyle since their initial pact forming was quite alarming to say the least.

After about an hour of near-silence from Rowan as they ate and packed up the camp that they set up, Rowan stretched his neck slightly as he threw his backpack over his shoulder. "I'm honestly wondering what's left for us to do. Carmillion's army is slowly falling apart now that they've merged with Japan. I think the only thing that's staying the same is our Knight-Mage hierarchy. Apparently it's honorable or something for people to dedicate themselves to being lower than someone else. I saw a couple of old movies while I was away that had similar motifs." Rowan stated, turning towards the mountain and moving into the forest surrounding it. "It's kind of weird how accepting Earth is too. You figured they'd see us as invaders, but we've integrated pretty well into their societies." Rowan stated, not really much for conversing about the larger scheme of things... but trying to relate to what he believed Blake's world was like in her social circle. He did not quite realize that Blake was more the idol-type rather than a representative of Terra. While she did give the Terrans good PR, it was not like she was writing up documents and drafts to aide Terrans in day-to-day lives. Their status as nobility was solely based on accomplishments as a Knight-Mage pair and the plethora of wealth they accumulated from the dragons they slew.

It took Rowan about an hour of walking along the mountain path that opened up before them before he finally became frustrated with their little journey. "I'm starting to think that your Trinity Curse is a living, breathing entity. When your dad's with me, the adventure never stops getting wild. The second you show up, it's like bad luck just plagues us. I'm surprised we haven't been jumped by giant spiders like we always do. I guess that it'll be a bit of a different experience up here on the mountain though." Rowan stated, kind of not sure about how he felt in regards to the situation. There were quite a few lifeforms on this mountain, despite the fact that he could not physically see almost any of them. "I wouldn't be surprised if we suddenly got jumped at some point up here." Rowan murmured, unsure of what to think about the area he was currently in. His backpack had a glow within it from the dagger, the Armament having clearly located the origin of its nature, whatever that may be. Alistair seemed to know what the dagger was... but he would not tell Rowan a thing about it.

~Rowan

I hate my life... It was the only thought going through Rowan's mind as he was laying on his back, wolves strewn on top of him and batting him with their paws playfully. The beasts were giant, glittering, and overall way too happy to be what he would consider normal dire wolves. The normally vicious creatures were nothing more than oversized dogs with the way they were acting. Why is it always like this? Rowan thought to himself, his eyes looking over towards Blake as he contemplated exactly what he was supposed to do in this type of situation. The two of them had been traversing across the mountain without too much concern. Having explored the Sky Platform, this place was nothing compared to its dragon-infested landscapes. While Rowan had sensed the creatures long before they jumped him, he had not felt any hostile intent... and still did not. That was how they managed to get a hold of him. Then he was simply contemplating whether or not he should smite them with intense demonic fire or if he should simply get up and go on his merry way. After a few moments, he chose the latter of the two.

About ten minutes of walking, however, made him realize that these creatures were not going to leave him alone. That was what led to the situation they were currently in. "I don't see why animals like me so much. The bear, the snakes, the fish... they all come rushing towards me whenever they get the chance. We'll have a zoo before we ever retire..." Rowan stated, mocking his unnatural way of drawing animals to him. While he may normally attribute something like this to Blake's unnatural way of drawing bad luck to him, this same phenomena occurred during his travels with Alistair. That was actually when he found the most animals that he had brought back. That was how he confirmed that whatever it was... it was him drawing all these animals to himself. "We don't have time to play around... Maybe they'll tire themselves out if we just let them be..." Rowan muttered, picking himself up and moving forward. Every step he took, the pack of wolves simply trotted along behind him, having found someone that they could listen to and call their pack leader. For Rowan, however, it felt more like a burden than anything else. If they were not so rich, the two of them would be poor from all the animals they had to feed.

On the bright side, anything that tried to jump the two of them would undoubtedly be mauled to death and quickly dispatched by the sheer number of wolves that were traveling with them currently. Every now and then, Rowan would feel one of them nuzzle his hand trying to get him to pet it. After a while... Rowan finally broke and began acting somewhat friendly to the creatures, scratching them behind the ears every now and then with a sigh of defeat. "Well... I'm sure Lucy will be happy .She always wanted a dog when she was growing up.... now she'll have six of them to play with." Rowan muttered, staring at the creatures that were nearly as tall as he was. "Maybe we should give our feet a bit of a rest." Rowan stated, placing a hand on the scruff of one of their necks as he climbed on top of the creature. "Riding the wolves will make this trip faster. You should probably do the same." Rowan called back to Blake, turning to his Mage as he stared at her with a rather blank expression. These fairy-like wolves were not really his style... but he could put up with it if it meant they could make progress a little bit faster.

~Rowan

As the wolves began to run up the mountain Rowan heard the sound of a dragon, something he had grown very familiar with during his time in the Snowy Mountains. Looking up, he saw the silver dragon flying in the sky as the wolves began to come to a skidding stop, frightened by the creature. Rowan, staring up, simply looked at it with the most bored expression that he could not even bother to change. You know... having Gram made me think that I'd be less likely to run into dragons... but that's all that ever tries to fight me. Maybe they're angry about what it did to them all those years go. Maybe they're just dumb enough to think they can take me on despite the fact that... Rowan was not really thinking much was the creature turned towards the pack, rushing a them all as it prepared to unleash a devastating breath att- and it was dead. Rowan had simply teleported right in front of it and pinned its head into the mountain side with his sword, using enough force to complete decimate its head due to all of its dragon properties being negated. Before he even had time to land, the young man simply teleported back to where he was at on top of the wolf, sending the poor creature into a fright as it tried to understand what had just happened.

"Well... I looks like we've got dinner for the night. And those silver scales and their magical properties will fetch a pretty penny, even if it's a young dragon." Rowan stated, looking over towards Blake with a rather casual expression on his face. "I'll go collect some materials from it. I learned we make a lot more money if I don't damage the wings." Rowan stated, moving over towards the dragon before he happily began carving into the creature with some amusement. Dragons were his natural enemy, so he found some form of enjoyment in absolutely destroying them whenever he came across them. It was different from usual fights where he outmatched his opponents utterly. Here... he was fulfilling a sort of purpose in a way. It took him the better part of the hour to fully carve up the dragon's body, the wings being especially difficult due to their size and the way he had to remove them from the body. He had to remove the leathery parts from the main part of the wings, as they were the most important part of the wings. Rowan also had to cut the wings apart by the joints in which the fit together so as not to cause too much damage to the dragon bones underneath.

"You know... sometimes I wonder whether or not I should try and get someone to make me a sword out of all this dragon stuff we get. My body negates dragons... so I wonder if it'd just destroy the weapon, negate its properties, or if it'd combine with my sword in the same way that Demon's Bane does." Rowan contemplated as he turned back towards Blake. "What do you think would happen? You think the sword would just be stronger... or weaker because of my connection to Gram?" Rowan asked her... not too sure about what exactly he was now that Gram had become infused into his body. Some part of him believed that the two of them could be separated if he tried... but Blake most likely knew that this was an impossibility. Rowan's body was the Armament now. It effectively turned him into a demon with the status "Armament." While it was not the most ideal situation, there was no harm in Rowan being what he was now. "Here..." Rowan stated, tossing some of the dragon's meat over towards the pack of wolves. They gleefully began to partake in the dead creature.

Oh no! Normally, you'd become lost, but seeing as how your character literally can't become lost, this is less of an issue. You simply take a -1 to your next roll due to the area being unfamiliar to you.

Unfortunately, with your -1, you end up with the same result as your last roll. Feel free to roll again with a -1. T-T

Congratulations! You get your own animal! Yay! Birds!

As you continue along your way, it's getting dark. Luckily, the shadow that passes over you does not go unnoticed. Fortunately for all parties, it is no dragon, simply a bird. It is, however, an abnormally large bird of prey. As it moves, its feathers refract the little light in hues of blue, the same color shimmering in its irises. Becoming influenced by the area and the fae that live there, it has a taste for mischief similar and is capable of causing strange effects. These vary. Someone well-versed in fae lore may be able to recognize this as Merlin's Eagle.