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// Scene Switch: Outside on the outskirts of Lolosia, Cial and V are "racing" to wherever their destination is.



Cial and V were now a good 2 miles away or so away from the Lolosia, churning up the the slippery hills of the Swordhaven Meadows. "We should be at the Neverbridges soon." Vamp said.



*Neverbirdges, a narrow, broken, and dangerous path laid out across the sea to get from Lolosia. Due to constant Wild Hydra Attacks, Tidal Waves, and Rouges, boat travel was much more popular at the time. Of course, if you needed to get to Lolosia fast, it was your only choice.



"Cial, you need to take off your belt." Vamp muttered as they trekked through the muddy outskirts of Swordhaven. "Ew, no!" Cial spattered out in disgust. "No no, not like that." Vamp said, facepalming. "You need to take off any large metal objects before we start venturing across the Neverbridges. With all the lightning dancing in the sky, you have a high chance of being hit when it's just sea." Vamp finished. "Yeah, right!" Cial said, chuckling. Now reaching the seashore of Swordhaven, Cial started prancing around, poking fun at Vamp's statement. "This isn't going to end well..." Vamp muttered, but before he could get another word out, a glare followed with a large vibrating CLAP! smashed into the beach, hitting Cial's left arm.



"Aah, Vamp!" Cial cried. After waving his arms to get through the smoke, he muttered "You see? Bad idea!" but before V could go on, he realized that Cial was in critical condition. He knew he had to get to those stalls fast, so he asked Cial "If I construct a burrow for you, will you be able to heal and get back to base? "I-- I guess so." Cial said in a fragile tone. After wiping the salty foam from the wet sand, Vamp closed his eyes, raised his hand, and started to focus his mana into a tree trunk. Within seconds, a large glob of salt water slapped into the trunk. After the foamy white salt washed away, it seemed to of left a large whole in the trunk. Fortunately, below the trunk was a hollow cove, giving Cial shelter. "Can you rest here?" Vamp asked. "Yeah, but... Hey did you do tha--" But before he could finish, Vamp simply said "It was just a simple Xia spell. Now please, take my coat and wrap it around your hand. It should give you enough of a bandage to stop your bleeding."



*Xia Spell: Meele-Based spell, meaning if enough Mana was available at the time, it could be used without any preparation or spell preset. The reason Xia spells aren't commonly used is because their considered to lethal for common-folk, so the more advance scriptures are usually kept hidden in temples.



With a hasty dash, V started to trek upon the sloshing Neverbridges. He could see a blurry ship in the distance, as the sky flashed with lightning. "This isn't going to be fun..." V said, as he cloaked his head with a black hood.



After about a mile of jumping, slipping, crawling and hopping, V could make out the horizon of Swordcove*. With a smile almost hitting his face, he continued walking on the now very narrow bridges. Right then, he could hear cannons firing in in the opposite direction. Squinting, he could see that it was coming from a ship with the initials engraved "SD" on it. "S.. Sea... Sea Dragons, perhaps?" Vamp muttered to himself, hoping that it wasn't a malicious crew.



*Swordcove, a small extension of Swordhaven that was originally used to scope out enemy ships that were going to attack Swordhaven. The troops on Swordcove would use Dwakel messenger technology to alert the Pactagonal Knights, were they could set up the appropriate strategies for the situation. However, ever since the alliance between Swordhaven and Lolosia, Swordcove has now turned into a small trading community, with everything from home-cooked pasta, to boats.



With a sigh of relief, Vamp set foot on Swordcove Bay. Greeted with a Bellringer, he was asked "Tourist or Resident?" the Bellringer asked. "Rarehunter." Vamp said in return.



Setting foot into the brisk, misty town of Swordcove, Vamp was trying to scoe out a small boat -- or even a trained Hydra. After a few minutes into his search, he spotted a man in blue overalls that seemed to be a BeastKeeper. Vamp waved his arm to him and shouted across the street "Do you sell Travel Hydra, sir?" "Yes, of course!" he said in return.



Vamp walked across the street into his small shack, which was actually a small storefront followed by a olympic-sized aquarium, filled with Hydra that appeared to be bouncing a red ball from one to another. "They certainly aren't Alfredo... But they'll have to do." Vamp muttered to himself. "Alfredo?" the BeastMaster asked. "Oh, nothing." Vamp replied, as he pointed to the once he wanted to rent*. After eyeballing the Hydra, he looked at V and said "300,000 Gold, sir!" The BeastMaster said with a large smile. "They aren't cheap, are they?" "Nope, but these guys will take you wherever you need to go; Sun or Thunder!" "Well good, because it's going to be quite a rough venture. Are they fire-trained*?" "Of course! These Hydra aren't amateurs."

*Renting Hydra, or even training Hydra, was a strange policy Swordcove adapted. Adventurers, Pirates, Rarehunters, and questers alike would rent Hydra to take them across the Sea. When told, the Hydras would fly back to Swordhaven. Most creatures obviously would not be able to do this, but Hydra's had complex brains, similar to the ones of Homing Pigeons.

*Firetrained Hydras are a rare strain of Hydra that could blow a Salty, Scalding fire out of their mouth when instructed to do so. Strangely enough, if they felt that the situation was injustice, they would hold back and get violent to their holders.

Without further discussion, Vamp tossed the BeastMaster a large sack with the payment, and whistled to the selected Hydra. The Hydra leaped up from the aquarium and playfully nuzzled V, as he chuckled. "Alright Buddy, it's time that we've set out!" Seeming as if the Hydra understood, the BeastMaster tossed Vamp the appropriate riding equipment. He hopped onto the Hydra, and with a quick "Whoosh!" they flew up and launched into the windy Sea.

//Meanwhile: Back to Deathclaws/Winnie.

Alfredo the Sock Dragon* wrapped a dark green scarf around his neck and stepped foot outside of his cozy home into the horrid rainy weather. Hearing Deathclaws shout for Winnie peaked his curiosity, so he decided to fly in the direction of the distress. After a few settle flaps of his wings, he saw DC and Winnie talking to eachother. "I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but there is something I need to ask you." Alfredo continued "Have you seen Vamp anywhere? He left Jeff at home, and well... He never leaves Jeff.

*Alfedo's Persona: A normal Sock Dragon that can change in size at will, and has a settle British accent. Enjoys Soft Cheeses and Mango Juice.

"The last time I've seen that preposterous Vampire was him darting through Charon's mansion looking for some Multicolored Fish." He looked at Deathclaws with a worrysome face. "Maybe you should ask someone at the pub, eh Alfredo?" They heard a crash, followed by a scream that sounded like "CACTUS!". "Yeah, it's defiantly not too far away." They both chuckled.

-Sidenote: Sorry if this post seems to be mostly based off of my character, I just wanted to develop Vamps/Cial's adventure a bit more.