[OPEN] May Catch-All

[haveaflare]

Who: Dion and you!
Status: Open
Where: Various locations
What: Open and Closed General and MANTA prompts
Warnings: None as of yet, will update as needed

Shellton | Eltrut | "Movable Type" Bookshop - OTA
[While there are many things to see and do throughout the wide world of Escordvi, Dion has started small and has started by taking time for leisure, something he rarely had time for in Valisthea, and so he was browsing shelves, surprisingly vast ones, in a bookshop off the main market. Mostly, the tall blond is keeping himself to the non-fiction section, amazed at the sheer number of titles spanning the shelves. It would seem printing was a thing here, as the typewriter which initiated him suggested, and he's rarely seen so many books collected in one place.

So much knowledge is collected here he hardly knows where to begin, and so he might turn to a fellow browser, leaning slightly so as to keep his voice low.]

Begging your pardon, of course, could you perchance suggest a title? I've no idea where to begin.

Eltrut | A Clearing Outside Shellton | OTA
[He's received a word of warning from Jill regarding the potential potency of Bahamut, which only serves to further reinforce the caution Benedikta instilled in him, and so in an effort to assure he's prepared to aid those here in whatever capacity he is able, Dion has found a suitable clearing outside the port in order to acclimate to the way his Aether pools in this place.

The prince is clad in his mithril armor for no other reason than it serves the purpose of protection and doesn't force him to spend doubloons he'd rather keep for food, and sets about moving through warm-up drills first: simple polearm forms designed to get his muscles loose and to work out the stiffness from his joints he always experiences in association with the Crystal's curse that's slowly turning all Bearers and Dominants to stone.

He'll welcome the company, and is more than game to spar with anyone looking to hone their skills or keep themselves sharp. He'll offer an amicable smile when he pauses in his rhythm, inclining his head.]

Well met. Are you looking to sharpen or observe?

[wildcard]
(OOC: feel free to throw whatever scene you'd like at me! If you'd like a specific prompt, feel free to drop me a line on plurk at vikael or on discord at vikael, but I'm pretty flexible and can fall in with whatever you're feeling!

MANTA prompts are in their own thread below)

Comments

[haveaflare]

[She would find no argument with the prince. There was something eerie about the air, the way it clung to the senses. Salt. The beach so smell of salt, and yet it seems stagnant, somehow.

And yes, there were no birds. Or crickets. Or even crabs skittering across the rock-strewn and sandy shore.

He is not as impervious to the rain, his blond hair plastered to his forehead soon enough. Thankfully, mithril armor did not rust, but padded under-armor became heavy when soaked through.

And it built up a thirst. He reached to his supply pack, which he was wise enough to bring, and found his waterskin, nodding to her.]

We should seek shelter. Much is amiss, but we've not come so far only to turn back at the shore.

[coldjustice]

Agreed, but we should be careful. If we start to feel threatened by anything, we should note what we can and come back another time. Something in this doesn't sit well.

[ all of her instincts say there's a more sinister cause. And if she knows her luck with cases, something will go sideways. And fast. ]

Let's see if we can find some clues as to where the crews went. Even if we don't find them, if we have ideas as to where they are, that's something we can take back. Rain might not let up, either, so we shouldn't stay long.

[ it's funny... in a way, it feels like the rain back home in minrathous. Rumor had it that the near constant rain was caused by the magic holding the archon's palace aloft above the city. And in some ways... this rain feels similar.

She holds a gauntleted hand out, catching a few droplets, but refraining from doing more than sniffing them. ]

Not sure I like this rain, either, if I'm honest. The quiet feels wrong. Could be a magical cause. Stay on your toes.

[haveaflare]

Everything here is threatening.

[The silence is the most eerie. Save for the rain, there is no sound at all, and she is right to be cautious.

And she was right about the rain as well. There was something almost sinister about it, and it certainly weighed him down more than a downfall should.

And he was developing a beastly thirst as well, one that wouldn't long be sustained by the water they'd brought with them.]

What sort of magical origin would make entire crews disappear and leave their wrecks behind? A beast of some kind?