John
*Things were soon quiet as everyone settled in. As several hours passed, night fell, and the Onyx Crest traveled down the icy rivers of Forstead. Traveling down the river was different from the Eternal Ocean, but Sylvar was grateful. They were entirely different experiences. The Drow didn't do much the past few hours except the occasional rest, walk along the deck, run his hand along the woodwork as a show of appreciation for it, or help with the preparation of the food they caught. For the most part, ship maintenance and navigation was up to him, since he had the most experience.*

*Now that the table was set up toward the front of the ship, few were enjoying the evening meal. Luna was hiding beneath the table, likely waiting for scraps. Sylvar was standing across from Noctis, a cutlass in hand. It was preferable above all other weapons. They were having a training session, both combat and a lesson in Enhancement Magic. It fascinated him and believed he could learn it. It would help improve his Shapeshifting.*

*While Noctis was shirtless, he was not. Noctis seemed... So perfect. It was as if he was the most beautiful man in the world because Sylvar had never seen a man such as him. The Drow was dressed rather simply, wearing a loose tunic that opened at the chest, long black pants, complete with combat boots, a bandolier, and a weapon belt. He was not free of scars, having a few here and there wherever his skin was visible. All of them were different. His pointed ears were lined with golden hooped earrings, for some style. In all, he looked like the pirate he was. Occasionally, he looked to see Eliza observing them from afar.*

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*Sylvar listened carefully to Noctis' instructions about Enhancement Magic. It seemed simple enough, especially about feeling your body. When Shapeshifting, he had to feel but knew no magic worked the same. It would be a challenge. He held up his cutlass and began to look within like Noctis said. He was looking within himself, but not quite Shapeshifting. The focus was evident on his face as he nodded. The fight would tell him if he had the potential.* "Then, let's begin," *He said, not having much to say because he was too occupied with the goal at hand. Sylvar suddenly swung the weapon to clash with Noctis, careful not to use any specific magic while keeping that focus.*
David
Noctis fended off the attack with an almost lazy flick of his wrist. He'd yet to be pushed so hard as to even make use of the armor that Scipio had made for him- it was frustrating. He'd struggled against the creatures with Esme, but he'd been shrunk down and afraid to collapse the tunnels if he'd used too much strength. 

"Good, again, push yourself Sylvar or you'll never tap into it." His own blade was a black flicker of death, he seemed to be about to thrust then swept the blade in a deadly arc towards the Shapeshifters chest. The muscles in his arms, shoulders and back might as well have been steel beneath his smooth and pale flesh, only a light sheen of sweat showed upon his body from the fire magic that flickered around his body. 

That was mostly for show, his fire magics unique property was that he could use it within his body. He could increase his blood flow, warm himself up, there were many possibilities. 

"Good evening my lady, enjoying your meal?" He called out, turning to look at her even as the duel continued. With his enhanced senses and hundreds of years of swordplay, he almost seemed to be dueling a toddler, not that Sylvar wasn't good. However the Drow was also focused on trying to develop new magic, far from his top fighting form. 

"You look lovely, don't you think she looks lovely Sylvar?" He asks, once again launching a deceptively fast flurry of blows towards Sylvar. If the Drow failed to block or dodge or parry, Noctis would stop his blade from cutting the Drow and only ever wack him with the flat of his blade instead.
Levi
"Is he always such a show off, Sylvar?" *The sight of Noctis locking eyes with her during a duel was just as impressive as it was annoying. She watched as the two men's swords clashed and swung through the air. She bit her lip just waiting for some blood to be shed, she desperately missed the smell of blood back at her estate.*


*Eliza walked forward towards the pair, moving in and out of the light as she gracefully moved across the deck, her airy dress dancing behind her as she did so. Her ash brown hair was tied into an elaborate bun, from the back the silhouette was akin to a flower. Eliza enjoyed dressing up for every occasion possible no matter how many people would see her.*

 *She was actually quite the fan of sword fighting herself, having been wielding a sword for over a century her skills were rather old fashioned having been trained over 100 years ago but extremely refined. Though her style was vastly different from the men before her, she wondered how they would fare against her blood soaked blade*
Patricia
*Upon his hammock, staying silent only pondering in his mind, what should he do. He cannot train his magic here, as it was highly destructive. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts, he had obtained his new form, yet he still questioning why such strange thoughts overwhelmed him when he was "Awakened". Wearing a collared, tanned button long shirt, with brown aged trousers, and a pair of rustic yet worn out boots. His hands behind his head, with his arms splayed out, his eyes viewing the morning sky. Its hues mesmerizing to say the least. 

He slowly got off the hammock, a groan escaping his lips. He began to walk toward the deck, which Noctis and Sylvar were exchanging blows with their blades, the sounds of clashing metal, he seemed to be more lost in thought, rather than focused on the action. Dwelling on his abilities, his new... What he would consider as "Comrades", though not as trustworthy as Noctis, made him slightly concerned that their party had grown so large. All filled with diversity, one a vampire, a drow, an unknown, and a demon. He can't help but assume Noctis plans to do something with his... New found "Tools". Knowing his comrade was shrouded in mystery, and every time his questions remained unanswered. Suspicious. It only drew him more concern, he didn't introduce himself yet to the other two, rather... His eyes drawn to Noctis. Only a monotone expression, yet his mind was trying to create speculation as to why he'd gather so many others. For what was his plan to have such strong figures along with him, including himself. He can't help but speculate that there was some ideal of a revolution, or some impending doom.*