Tyora couldn’t avoid her reaction to the sudden unexplained crash of thunder, and flash of lightning invaded the captain.  Or at least seemed to with how close the pair of ships were to each other.   It was unexplainable as there had not been a storm at all in the area.  As far as she could tell.  Of course she may be wrong since she had been isolated in this cabin for the past days.  But even her slight cringing was nothing compared to the fear that was blatantly obvious to the elf who was watching her closely. Especially when the Warlock disappeared towards the window.<br/><br/>Uuranor on the other hand could feel the sudden immense magic that was almost blinding to the darkness behind it before the flash faded to the glow of the one who the magic was given to.  He was too sensitive not to feel it all the magic flowing with that sudden flash.  It made him wine a little before hissing and writhing inside his hiding place that she skull was.  He doubted that he could stay hidden too much longer, but he was glad he wouldn’t have to as when he looked back out one of the eye sockets.  As soon as he did he noticed the dark lady moving to the prisoners and starting to undo their bindings.<br/><br/>Beyond that she could even hear the loud commotion up on deck let her know something beyond the unknown storm was happening.  That was not good, if she had to she would order Uuranor to take some magic from the nymph to melt their bindings.  If nothing else she would do that to protect these people minus the warlock from whatever was happening on deck.  But happily, she didn’t have to rely on that plan as while she was watching the warlock, she watched the dark skinned woman again disappear into shadows, like dark smoke before moving through the rooms.  With it, she felt the bindings on her hands suddenly loosen and were no longer attached.  Bringing her hands around she rubbed her wrists that were slightly bruised.<br/><br/>But past that she watched the smoke move over to the desk and just hover there, and from that smoke came her voice.  Along with that warning.  Standing up, Tyora stretched her sore body, most of the bruises from her beating still there.<span style="color: green">“Don’t expect thanks from me.  And I get the feeling it would be better for me on that other ship than among you pirate trash.”</span>As she spoke, the elf moved towards the desk, and the smoke.  Reaching through the smoke of the woman, she grabbed her pouch from there.  Guessing how many of her enchanted gemes were missing before scooping those she could find.  Along with that she made sure to scoop as much gold silver and jewels that she could fit as well.<br/><br/>Seeing Tyora free, Uuranor slithered out of his hiding place and stopped hiding his natural hunger for magic, his natural magic that allowed him to fly, and the flame magic she had last fed from an enchanted gemstone.  As Tyora was scavenging he flew to her, making sure to have his mouth open as he flew through the Warlock’s smoke to eat some of her magic, especially her spell allowing her to turn into smoke.<i><span style="color: red">“Ugh!  Disgusting!”</span></i>He hissed to Tyorra as he wrapped himself around her neck, draped himself over her shoulders, and hid in her long green hair.<br/><br/>Tyora grinned with what he said before she closed the now full pouch before taking it and wrapping the belt around her waist.  That was followed by the belt with her long daggers and their sheaths on a second belt like normal.  After that she backed off and looked at where the woman was.<span style="color: green">“I hope your crew and captain are killed by whatever you fear… and to never see you again bitch.”</span>She said with her glare before moving over to the piles of weapons where she had seen her bow.  Luckily she also found her quiver, though there were only about half a dozen arrows in it, with a few more lying around the floor.  After gathering what she could find, there was only a dozen in her quiver.  Strapping that to herself she looked around to see the condition of her friends.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Come on, let’s go.  We need to get out of here.”</span>She said before glaring at the warlock and then moving out of the cabin, and onto the deck… in time  to see the demonic looking woman on the deck causing chaos.  Just looking at her, seeing the ashen dark skin, the horns, the claws on both feet and hands, and the general abundance of mutations…  she could only guess how old the elf was or how much magic she had to get those mutations.  But seeing her was enough to know she was from the newcomers that had the warlock so afraid.  Was she the one that the warlock feared?  How could she be, Tyora could see the way she seemed to be slightly unsteady on her feet.  She was weak at that moment.<br/><br/>Seeing one of the pirates that had beaten her slowly approaching the ashen elf but still close to her herself.  Tyora drew her daggers and crept up behind the man before clamping her hand around his mouth and driving her blade into his back, angling it towards his lungs, a second later she took the same knife and ran it across the pirate’s neck deeply.  Pretty sure she raked it across his spine.  With that she pulled him back towards the door of the cabin to wait for the others.  Returning her daggers to the sheaths.   Next she drew her Bow and notched an arrows at the ready.  Glancing at the other two, she spoke up in a low whisper.<span style="color: green"> “We can get to that other ship easily, so please tell me you don’t need anything else from below decks.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>