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Tyran
Kila
Kira
Lori
Cassandra
Jenna
Ricky
Raven
Bill & Dirk
Betty
Amerian

"Life is precious, friend," Tyran states to the Altaran. "I would first return you to the Splugorth to let you continue to serve, if that was your wish long before I would fulfill any request to end your life. Of course, from what I know of the Splugorth, returning without your former masters would likely result in you being accused of being a deserter, and your life forfeited anyway. In either case, there's no need for a quick decision. You were badly injured. Take some time, rest and recover. I'm sure we can find some way for you to serve that aligns with everyone's outlooks and beliefs, in time; but we need not rush.

"That said, we will need to have a name by which to call you... do you have a preference?"

She gives a very slight smile, allowing everyone to notice how truly attractive she is, "Amerain." she states, almost as though hearing herself speak her own name seems alien.

Tyran acknowledges the calm, warm, nostalgic feeling. He turns toward the tree and states "Thank you, Galatea," as though to no one.

Shaking her head, Cassandra responds, "You don't know how the Splugorth treat those who leave. Death is the most pleasant part of what might occur. They are extremely inventive with their tortures." She states to Amerain, "I do want to know what crimes I am being accused of?"

Amerain's blank gaze turns towards Cassandra, but she never replies.

Kila quietly and slowly glances around as she twists her fur on her necklace between her fingers.

Raven leans against a rock outcrop, glancing to answer Jenna, "I know a fun game. I noticed a boat over near the dock. Is anyone able to fix it? If not, I have money if there is anyone whom could in the area..." for a moment, he looks confused, then mouths the word, "boat," while shooting a confused glance to Kila. Kila remembers a time on a boat with Raven and several others from their old crew.

Bill's telepathic voice enters Tyran's head, "Isn't Kira a mechanic? Maybe she could help."

Meanwhile, the faerie flutters back among the group. "She likes one of you! Bunches!"

OOC: Cassandra remembers the boat that Raven is talking about. The same boat that both she and Kila were checking out prior to meeting everyone and seeing the slavers. It was in bad shape, needed quite a bit of repair: Mended sails, new rope, hole in the side of its hull, looted, but otherwise sea worthy. It is at least 30 miles to the west, near the ocean.

OOC2: I hope all goes well, Charity.

OOC3: Roll call. who's all still here? Players of Tyran, Kila, Cassandra, Lori and Kira seem active but with sparse replies here and there for some. I've noticed a major lull in Ricky's replies. Are you all getting notices for responses?

OOC: I'm still here.just a bit distracted.

Lori speaks up. "if you want, I can go and fly around the area, see what the situation is. I can take someone else too."

Ooc I'm here kinda just healing up from another surgery.

Kila glances slightly at Raven then to Cassandra before she drops her hand to her side. "What do you think Cassandra, " she asks quietly.

ooc: Sorry it took so long to reply

ic: Cassandra states, "I have had dealings with a number of Altara warrior women. It is certainly possible that this is a deception but I don't see what choice we have."

Lori speaks up, "If you want, I can go and fly around the area, see what the situation is. I can take someone else too."

Jenna smiles, "I'll go."

"Just wait a moment," Raven demands, "We aren't sure if anything else could be watching for us. It could be a trap." He glances to Kira, "What was your name again?"

Kila glances slightly at Raven then to Cassandra before she drops her hand to her side. "What do you think Cassandra?" she quietly asks.

Cassandra states, "I have had dealings with a number of Altara warrior women. It is certainly possible that this is a deception but I don't see what choice we have."

"In my experience, Altaran's are usually obedient to their masters. Depending on who their real master is." He unclenches his fists with disdainful glower towards Amerian, "We can't trust her this soon. Anyways," he gives a knowing smile to Cassandra, "She seems fixated on you. What kind of dealings did you have?"

"Don't worry about the area survey ... I've got that covered," Tyran states. "And, as I said before, her story checks out. The Splugorth were decimated by a local force, who was busy looting the battlefield afterwards. They're likely still there, which puts them between us and the dock. Trust or not, I'd suggest we focus on regrouping, some relaxed introductions for those who don't know each other, and deciding on a plan forward."

"Personally, I'm in no hurry to leave ... I brought us here in the potential hope of some rest and sanctuary, which will not be granted so long as we're busy griping and taking potshots at each other. I wouldn't mind taking some time to learn more about where we are, and the circumstances which have brought us together here ... that said, if others are keen to be on the move, I can have my familiar scout ahead on the way back to the docks if that's the consensus. Raven, how big was this boat?"

Lori shrugs and says "I have to admit, I'd like to check out that giant tree. I've never even heard of a tree that size and I swear it's practically glowing with magical power. Plus I'm not sure what good a boat does us if we aren't sure where we are to start with."

"Don't worry about the area survey ... I've got that covered," Tyran states. "And, as I said before, her story checks out. The Splugorth were decimated by a local force, who was busy looting the battlefield afterwards. They're likely still there, which puts them between us and the dock. Trust or not, I'd suggest we focus on regrouping, some relaxed introductions for those who don't know each other, and deciding on a plan forward.

"Personally, I'm in no hurry to leave. I brought us here in the potential hope of some rest and sanctuary, which will not be granted so long as we're busy griping and taking potshots at each other. I wouldn't mind taking some time to learn more about where we are, and the circumstances which have brought us together here. That said, if others are keen to be on the move, I can have my familiar scout ahead on the way back to the docks if that's the consensus. Raven, how big was this boat?"

Raven averts his challenging eyes from Cassandra to answer, "Not sure what kind of boat, not really a boat guy. It's big enough for three groups of us, I'm guessing. Like I said, it's a bit banged up. It needs repairs."

Lori shrugs and says "I have to admit, I'd like to check out that giant tree. I've never even heard of a tree that size and I swear it's practically glowing with magical power. Plus I'm not sure what good a boat does us if we aren't sure where we are to start with."

Jenna smirks, "You want to see a giant tree..." smirk morphs to a confused frown, "Why?"

Meanwhile, Dirk flies up again, scanning the area. A brief scan from straight up reveals the knights heading back the way they came. Slaver and Altaran bodies are strewn about a brief battlefield and obviously looted, even their scant clothing. The ocean is several miles beyond, the boat still anchored just off of the dock. In the other direction lies rolling fields and multitudes of fairie's mounds. The faeries actively avoid contact with the galloping knights; disappearing into their mounds. Faintly in the distance, Dirk can make out a small pillar of smoke or steam on the horizon. Beyond that is the giant tree.

Cassandra states, "I can sail a sailboat but that would not do us much good. What we need is a line ship and I don't know what a techno wizard would need to convert it if it could be."

"As far as my dealings with them, she is right that I long ago escaped from Atlantis. I was to become a tattoo warrior. The thing is that I am just not that valuable. There are plenty of escaped slaves. If they can capture them, they will but they will not expend this kind of effort. Even the raids against Atlantis that I have been involved with were small potatoes and I was just one of the warriors protecting those who they might put this kind of effort against. By the way, if managed to bring me as a captive, they likely would make you slaves as well as a reward." Her voice is calm and matter of fact.

Kila glances around the area keeping to herself as she listens to the others talk. (Ok so what next) she thinks to herself as she turns her gaze toward Raven for a moment then to the ground.