Kenneth
A random Fern Hopper
The Melosh

The creature was hungry. It's enormous size meant it could no longer be sated by aything exept the biggest of prey. And the Melosh was a region where food was precious.

Pigs, pigs, pigs... It needed a pig. Nothing else would fill it's stomach.
Then suddenly...

Thuc... Thuc... Thuc...

There was a rythmic sound in the distance. The creature moved all six of it's legs and made haste towards the noise.

It wasn't a pig, but a human. A human chopping at a fallen log.

 Too big. Unless... 
The creature had grown to prodigious size over the long years. It could now gobble a Melsi, even if it had never attempted it.

Hunger.

From the depths of his mind, the creature remembered the first time it was forced to switch prey. Birds were no longer enough, so it had to start eating pigs.

Today could be a new beginning. Approaching unseen with the help of it's dorsal camo, the Fern Hopper readied it's tongue...

Kiervan Czerich, the Melsh of Taemar

He didn't see it coming. The Fern Hopper's tongue hit him right in the back, pulling him into the water before he had the time to react.

It was cold. And a big creature was dragging him underwater with brutal force.
An alligator? Kiervan knew they killed their prey by drowning them. He was the prey.

He fought to release himself from the tongue's grasp, but in vain. The thing was too strong. It kept dragging him under the water at full speed, ever to deeper ponds.

He pushed towards the surface, and manage to grasp for air before being pulled down again. No chance to shout for help.

_Lantern!_ He reached for his blade... But it wasn't there.
He was going to die. In the bogs of Taemar. Alone and forgotten, never getting to know what secrets the world harboured of a distant pass. He had no weapon, nothing he could use to defend itself, because he had been foolish enough to use it as a tool for chopping wood.

A TOOL! He pulled out the astrolabe from his pouch, and smached the pointy edge into the Fern Hopper's tongue.
It didn't let go, so Kiervan ripped the hopper's tongue flesh by pulling the astrolabe towards him.
The monster released him.

Kiervan desperately made for the surface.

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He was welcomed by a breath of foetid air, but to Kiervan, no smell could've ever been so pleasant. Air! Air! Air! He lived!

He swimmed towards the nearest bank, and fell face flat over the swapmweeds.

"Meow!" Pyotr the cat licked his ear. He looked exhaused, though not as much as it's master. He had ran all behind Kiervan while he was being dragged by the Fern Hopper.
He had followed him... Now Kiervan had no way to go back to the camp.

"Oh crap. I told you to stay with them."

And upon saying this, he fell unconcious on the ground.
Tommie
Bryan Verandus, the Wandering Knight of the Middlelands.

The noises of a horse galloping could be heard from a distance. The footstep of it became more louder and so as it made its approaches. " Tchya! " A voice of a man could be heard as he whipped the reins of his horse with vigor. He wears silver armor plate with floral patterns over his black and dark blue overall as well as wearing a cape. The weather was usual at here as always. The environment was filled with great forests and plains. He had came across this place several times for a few years by now. Knowing his way how to navigate across the lands due to it, he kept on following his path. He encountered some insular communities of scattered huts across the lands of this region.

 Following along his path, he caught of a glimpse of a object. A figure or sort nearby a river. Curiously, he went off his course and had his attention on the river nearby. Taking the horse with him, he soon arrived and quickly realized what had happen. Someone was laying on the ground, uncousiouns.

Quickly, he brought up the reins of his horse as as a means to stop. His horse snorts as its movement was halt. And that, he quickly get off the saddle and approaches the man. He brought himself to his knees to check the man conditions as observant as possible.

*No wounds,* He thought. *And, still breathing.* After checking the pulse of him at his neck. Bryan gently gave the mystery uncousiouns man some slap but not that painful at all to see if he could wake him up or not.
Kenneth
Ptyor the Cat, the Melsh of Taemar.

"Meow."

The small creature had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he hated to see his master getting slapped. On the the other, master was almost dead.

_++ PYOTR , KNIGHT , HELP ++_

The neural commands that struck his head were unusually weak, but they struck nevertheless. Master was alive.

_++ PYOTR, HIDE , PURSE ++_

He instinctively unddrstood his half-concious master's concern. He ran towards him and locked the pouch. The compass, potions, and silver mask were still inside. The astrolabe however, was nowhere to be found.

He then turned towards the knight in shining armor, and standing over the limp body of his master, he began to wave his tail like a dog.
× Dog, Tail, Attention ×
Imitating a dog to make a human comfortable. It was a usual command to which Pyotr was used to, and therfore didn't need master's help to perform.
Tommie
Bryan Verandus, the Wandering Knight of the middlelands.

Seeing there was no sign of him being still conscious, Bryan decided to continue check around his body incase if there's were a wound he had missed. But then, he was interrupted and startled as he heard something familiar that he didn't expect that couldn't has happen.

He turned, and saw a cat nearby. *A cat?* He thought to himself. *Why is a cat doing at here?* He stood and get back on his knees, looking at the cat for a moment.

The cat began to move, and eventually made its way to the mystery unconscious man body as it stood on its chest. 

Quickly realizing what was going on, the Knight brought back to his knees once more to get himself ready. "So, you're the pet of this person ehy? " He spoke, giving a nod to the cat. " Don't worry, I'm here to help." He grinned beneath his helmet. 

With that being said, he grabbed the cat first as he put it off on the ground before carrying the unconscious man by using his shoulder. Carrying the man, he then gave a look at the cat before him. " Did you has a camp around here or sort? " He pointed out. There's gotta be one.
Kenneth
Pyotr the cat, the Melosh

The camp. Of course! He had to get master back to the carriage. The blacksmith and the boy were there.

"Meow," He said.

Alas, his explanation didn't got trough Sir Bryan.
Tommie
" You do or do not? " Confused, Bryan eventually shook his head about it afterwards. Considering what he could do at the moment, Bryan deeply think about it. *Could take him to Schweingott Moore...* He thought to himself. Concerned about the man's condition, He figured there was not much of a choice he could do about it.

" Well, then." He said as he shrugged for a moment before he begins taking off his plated armor around him. In order to give some space for the two of the men on the horse, and probably the cat as well. He started off taking his chest-plated armor first before along the others as well. As he took it off, he did wore chain mails around him just incase since he was used to fighting in light armor for mobility and maneuverability. 

His horse had leather saddles beg around it, allowing him to carry the stuff he needs for his travelling. Putting the armor along the others in the beg afterwards, Bryan then carried the unconscious man as he sling him over on the saddle. Placing him at there.

After that, he then later approaches the cat as he brought himself to his knees once more. " If you know what I'm saying, I'm gonna bring him to a city nearby as fast as I could." He said, making some sign languages he could think of for the cat. " You don't mind me carrying you ehy? " He asked.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Marsh of Taemar

"I'm hungry Mister Lei."
Giallo glanced about, not seeing Czerich anywhere. He'd been chopping wood not that far off, maybe he was bringing it back now. The lad wandered over to where he could see in the direction that Czerich had gone; he was nowhere in sight.

Giallo's eyes slowly widened further as he realized that he'd let the man he was supposed to guard leave his sight and protection. He didn't say a word to Lei, nor did he shout for Czerich. He didn't want to do anything that'd compromise his own element of surprise, so he simply ran off, leaving Lei there alone and baffled.

He took off through the marsh in the direction he'd last seen Czerich, moving low and fast, darting from tree to tree. His arms were tired from his excersizes but he supposed that if worst came to worst he'd still have to try somehow.

Eventually Giallo came across Lantern, minus its owner. He poked around with the sword, no sinkholes. It had to be an abduction.
He'd turn back towards camp with the sword in his arms, expressionless. He'd failed his one task.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
Marsh, Camp

Lei was just about done preparing the vegetables and meat into a pot to make a stew for the three of them. At this point he decided to get up and search for some wood himself. When Giallo spoke he turned around and looked at him as he set the pot down on the set up fire place which consisted of a metal cage that held the pot up. It must have been another of his inventions. 

Lei smiled at the boy faintly and nodded. "Yes, Im going to go fetch some wood with Czerich... Maybe he needs some help." Lei placed his hands on his hips and looked towards his carriage. "I should be back in no time. Czerich is probably not too far away." The pyromancer proceeded into his carriage to fetch his lumber axe and once he stepped back onto the soft marsh soil he realized that the little guy was nowhere in sight. 

Lei stood there in shock for a few seconds, his expression clearly reading "Uh oh" Before he quickly checked around the carriage just in case he was just hiding away somewhere. When he was sure the boy was gone he scratched at his head in disbelief. 

"Oh no... Don't tell me he-" His eyes then spotted a few new muddy footprints in the loose soil and knew that those were Giallo's. "Oh he did..." 

Lei quickly ran after the boy, following his footprints until he saw his figure returning to the camp with a familiar blade in hand. Lina's brief expression of relief was easily replaced with deep worry once he realized what was going on. "Where did you find this?" He asked with a conflicted gaze towards the blade, trying to think of a way to somehow find the other man. A range of possible reasons for his disappearance raced through his head even as he tried to focus. He did not want to accept the possibility that he could have been put to rest in this swamp.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Marsh of Taemar

Rather than answer the question, Giallo replied with a question of his own in a completely neutral voice. Something was off about the boy that filled the musty air with a static tension, even though he didn't look or sound much different than usual.
"I think he was kidnapped. Where's the nearest town?"

He doubted any criminals would have a permanent settlement out in this hellish terrain. If Czerich had been kidnapped, he'd have been taken somewhere else. Giallo took a mad guess and figured that they'd been trailed the entire time, and that Czerich had been abducted because of his status. It was the most likely scenario Giallo could think of, and the only one that offered any semblance of hope, and maybe revenge.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
Marsh of Taemar 

"Kidnapped?... Yeah... That is possible." Lei crossed his arms and looked around, hoping to find any more clues about the mage's whereabouts but ultimately found nothing more than the same painfully familiar scenery of the swamps. 

"There should be a town somewhere close to here. We passed by it not too long ago." He walked back to the camp with Giallo and gave him some of the emergency rations since they weren't able to properly cook a meal for dinner. The portions of flat bread would have to do to satiate their hunger while they made their trip towards the nearest town.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Marsh of Taemar

The boy ate like a starved dog, though not so much out of hunger as haste. He'd be ready to depart almost immediately, and would give Lantern to Lei for safekeeping, seeing as it felt unwieldy in his small, slender hands.