[ CLOSED ] into an ocean

[godshattering]

Who: Claude and various
When: January
Where: Cadens, Aquila, TBA
What: Catch all
Warnings: Threads for the Tier 1 and Tier 2 quests related to the island have been marked accordingly


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please skip the shark while the wheel is being fixed

[nomnoms]

[godshattering]

"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."

[magicalarchaeologist]

"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.

poor istredd is suffering

[nomnoms]

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.

[godshattering]

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."

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

[magicalarchaeologist]

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.

[nomnoms]

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!