[[ I am surprised myself that no one got eaten, thought that Xarces, or Alizome, or both where goners for sure......<br/><br/>[I am fine moving on whenever, Xarces will seek a short conversation with Aethon during the down time, though we can easily toss those into spoilers or separate paragraphs,  while we continue the main story as not to delay the entire group.]]<br/><br/><br/>His sword striking true as it cuts deep into the monster's neck, tearing further into open wound which Alizome had previously inflicted. His blade  slicing through skin, muscle, and tendon as it would stop with a light thud, having embeded itself within one of the creatures vertebrae. Xarces tugs the blade free, accompanied by a feint *splorch* A thick spray of blood sputtering out over he and Alizome as the monster falls into it's final death throws.<br/><br/>Covered head to toe in blood, A mixture of his own, Alizome's, and the dinosaur's,  Xarces breathes a sigh of relief upon watching the corpse of the monster being slid off the deck and into the water once more. His shoulders drooping as he can finally relax. His song drawing to a close he looks about the deck at each and every one of his allies "Well...I'm glad everyone made it out all right......nothing like a good work out to start the day off right eh?" he says quickly trying to lighten the mood as the white of his smile conflicts with the deep red of blood that covers his face.<br/><br/>As to Lion's comment about getting the blood pumping Xarces would merely stand holding out his arms to allow the blood to drip copiously from his body spattering audibly upon the floor below "In more ways than one!" he adds in with a laugh. "Nice work though Lion, you got us through that storm, and we got you through that monster." the bard adds with a smirk.<br/><br/>Xarces listens to the talk on deck, taking the time to heal himself in the mean time. Though his thoughts would once again drift back to the devourer, recalling what Ulrick had said, as well as what he had mused about earlier. (Gods hmm? Never put much stock in them myself...though after these past few days........I shall have a word with one more familiar with such matters whenever I find the time.....) he thinks to himself before returning his attentions to conversation between  Surkil and the others. Xarces only stepping in once everything was all said and done, "Though the mere fact that you deceived us is disheartening, I can understand your need however...that being said, now that several of us have nearly become a prehistoric creatures lunch in order to retrieve you your artifact, I would hope that you would not with-hold any further information from us....." Xarces looks to the man with some scrutiny "Your interests in the particular artifact we are after? They are academic are they not? I'm fairly familiar with demons myself you see....."  Xarces adds as he asks the man questions seeking to loosen his tongue as to any other information he may be keeping from them.<br/><br/>[Going to use diplomacy here to see what information Xarces can gather from the  Surkil now that he has a chance to talk to him.<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/117987">Diplomacy</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+19</span><span style="font-weight: bold">37</span>]<br/><br/>[Taking 10 on all of those knowledge checks to pass them all.]<br/><br/><br/><br/>when the conversation wraps up Xarces walks up to Alizome with a warm smile "I see my flattery got you somewhere." he starts in a joking manner, though his voice would change to a more solemn tone when he makes eye contact, he then adds "I'm glad to see your safe."  Xarces knowing first hand what it had been like within that creatures maw, how strong a grip it had, how impossible it was to escape, and yet here they both stood, somehow alive and well when they both should have rightfully been lunch.<br/><br/><br/>Xarces' next order of business would be to get himself cleaned up once more. Using his magic to clean the blood from his clothes, restore that fresh scent to them, as well as using more mundane means to clean the blood from his own skin and hair. Once this was all done Xarces would wait until nightfall, and just before everyone had settled in for bed he seeks out the centaur.  "Aethon....mind if I have a quick word with you?" Xarces asks politely not wanting to interrupt anything the cleric may already be doing.