abraxaslogs | [ CLOSED ] into an ocean

"Hey now, at least you'll never let me hear the end of our victory!" It's because it is a victory that it's easier to joke about: they're all in one piece if not in varying states of adrenaline from the sudden attack, and the Ceknias are most certainly not all thanks to Nanaue. Claude's vaguely aware of the Lunae exchanging a look off to the side though he doesn't check if it's out of relief or something like annoyance thanks to his cavalier attitude. "That counts for something, right? Let's take stock of what's going on here now that the Ceknias have... ah, departed."

That's first paired with looking towards Nanaue. The shark's seated which is something Claude takes as a good sign now that things have calmed down. Istredd seems okay as he looks to the mage next with a grin somewhere between pleased and sheepish, and it's reassuring to that brief worry he'd had about the use of that intense magic being too much. The Lunae also seem alright as one of them kneels down by the wagon, and that's all the encouragement Claude needs to get moving.

With one fluid motion he dismounts from his horse and ties the reins to the wagon to prevent her from wandering off, something she offers an unimpressed snort to as he pets her nose afterwards. "Unfortunately, I can't claim to be good at fixing anything except clocks and that's only because Viktor's taught me," is what he continues with while crouching down next to the wheel investigation and adjusting his gloves, "but I can gladly grab whatever's needed to help those who know what they're doing here."

Istredd knows the second he looks at Nanaue and the body parts he's chewing on, he'll get sick, so he's pointedly not observing any of that. The sounds he can't stop, but he tries to keep it in the back of his mind and focus on what they're doing instead. The Lunae are focusing on the wheel and figuring out next steps themselves; if they look unsettled at the shark a few times, they don't say anything about it. Probably for the best.

"It is a victory, they usually don't run away." Istredd's pretty certain they get stubborn about that, but survival still counts higher in a situation like this. He has gotten his wind back from exerting his willpower. The good thing about magic is that it refills in strength, for people who knows how to contain it well. He's hoping they won't end up with another conflict though.

Istredd has no ability to help with the wheel, but he does go to the wagon, looking concerned. "The enchantments are going to fade, they weren't set to last much longer than our expected time." He tests out the wards thoughtfully, considering in his head what would be needed. The Lunae use different spells than he does. "I can probably fix it."

"Will it hold until we get to our destination?" Though he'd been cheerfully kidding around mere moments ago as if this is the sort of thing which happens to all of them collectively or individually all the time, Istredd pointing this out immediately shifts Claude back to seriousness.

With a hand braced on the wheel to keep it from splintering while one of the Lunae goes to retrieve some tools since he can manage that much, he looks up to Istredd with concern he finds matched on the other man's face. A glance back over his shoulder to make sure Nanaue's still doing alright is next, but then it's back to business here at hand. With the tools and spare parts being set out - some of which he recognizes and some of which he doesn't, though now's no time to ask despite his curiosity - he shifts again to help slide the wheel out to give access to someone who does know what they're doing so they can get right to work.

That comes with the promise the fix isn't an elaborate one but that'll be enough to get them to where they need to go where a better repair can be done, so that's a relief. All that leaves is the other obstacle which is far more critical than the wheel.

"We've got this so you do what you need to do, Istredd. Hopefully we can get moving before too long and a bit faster at that, just to be safe."

"I'll make it hold." Istredd is not going to take any chance that it wears off before they get there. The bodies here are being escorted because they have potentially dangerous waste elements. Considering they know all too well how horrible the taint of the island can leave on people, on these corpses in particular, they can't run the risk.

He moves around the wagon as he thinks, waving one of the Lunae over that he knows has some magical knowledge. They talk quietly for a moment as Istredd makes certain he knows what the spell originated from and he nods. It won't match up entirely but that's fine, as his Academic Magic is powerful. This is not nearly as impressive a spell as a shockwave, although it requires just as much effort, the effect settling onto the wagon and securing it tightly. Istredd takes a deep breath in again, letting it out.

"Nanaue, we should be up and moving in a few minutes, do you want a ... towel or something to wash off ... all that?" No Istredd is not looking at him, he just knows.

Nanaue has mostly finished consuming the pile of carnage around him when Istredd asks tht question. He makes a hiccup-belch sound and pulls himself up, a Ceknias haunch in one hand that he's continuing to gnaw on, tearing flesh from bone and then crunching on the bone.

"I go," he declares, seemingly unbothered by the mess of blood and viscera down his front. He has a few bite wounds on his arms and shoulders - which he also seems to not care about. They don't appear to have pierced too far through his thick hide.

"Maybe the smell'll ward off more of 'em..." one of the guards suggests with an uncertain look.

Claude's supposed to be keeping an eye mainly on the wheel operation, but another chance to see Istredd's magic up close and without the blur of battle around them? Something he's not going to decline. His attention remains partially split throughout the spell's progress and in the process of handing over tools when requested - maybe having to be reminded once to hand over a tool by being asked twice - but fortunately, both parts seem to go smoothly.

Including, possibly, Nanaue's aftermath since the guards are likely onto something there.

"I think we could take all the warding away we could get to make sure we don't have any other surprise visitors," Claude adds since though he doesn't wince when he looks over towards the shark, it's certainly one of the gorier sights he's seen. The bite marks don't seem to slow Nanaue down at all, but for good measure and for what he'd do for anyone wounded, Claude summons up his own magic to send over a healing spell to hopefully relieve at least a couple of those bites.

"It'd probably be best if we take up posts around the wagon. Nanaue, what do you say you take one side? Istredd, you can take the other," with a gesture as the wagon's tall enough to block out some things as he jumps back into his horse's saddle before turning to the guards next, "you choose whether you'd prefer the front or the back, and I'll take what's left from there. That way we should be able to keep watch for anything else we might meet and keep moving to make it there in time."

Claude is a good friend putting them on opposite sides. Istredd really does not think it would do well for his position as of authority in Thorne if he gets sick at the very sight of Nananue right now. Although probably, it would be understandable. It's a point of pride. Also, no one likes getting sick. He gets back onto his horse.

Luckily for all of them, the ride from then on is bumpless. It could be Nanaue scaring off anything else or that the commotion kept other beasts away, but they make it to the meeting only an hour or so off from what they should have been. The bodies are very carefully handed over and they don't linger since the other Lunae need to handle them.

The way back is peaceful and while it does get naturally tense around the same place as before, a lesson has apparently been learned by the wildlife. When they make it back to their original meeting place, Istredd jumps off his horse and hands the reins away.

"Thank you for your help Claude, Nanaue." And yes he is still not looking at the shark. Out of sheer self-preservation.

Nanaue feels a tingling across his body, and manages to catch one of those bite marks vanishing from his hide.

"Maaagic...." he says in awe, and then stares at Claude. He nods, trotting over to the one side. The rest of the trip is uneventful for him. Just like before, as though they haven't been attacked by a mob of hungry beasts, he tends to wander back and forth from the caravan, coming back with rocks and things. Whenever he does hear something creeping in the undergrowth, he gives a snarl - and suddenly the sound vanishes.

As they get ready to part ways, Nanaue is hungry again - so luckily for Istredd, he's suddenly nowhere to be found.

This was a fun day!

[ CLOSED ] into an ocean

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please skip the shark while the wheel is being fixed

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poor istredd is suffering

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You guys can do little ending taggers if you want or this is wrap!

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