<strong>Ellen</strong><br/><br/>"Ohkay!" Rath exclaimed with a triumphant clenched fist, "Glad you hit it off with the priestess, then. I know how them ultra-religious types can be a little..."<br/><br/>He looked at the smoldering orcs behind them and figured it better he keep his mouth shut about the subject. "I guess that's my que!" He said, turning around to wave his admirers goodbye and taking off up into the air.<br/><br/>The airship remained fixed in the skies above, partially veiled behind a cloud as it cast a large shadow across the sprawl beneath. The journey went on without much trouble. They passed the far reaches of the civilized world, into lands inhabited only by barbarian tribes and the remnants of those goblinoid clans who, for whatever reason, had refused to follow the Empress in her quest for equality among the humans, elves, and dwarves.<br/><br/>On the horizon, a towering mountain range obscured the region beyond. It was gargantuan, with snow-capped peaks visible above the clouds. They were heading far north now, the whole land turning bright and snowy as they gradually found themselves flanked by more and more mountains. It was getting chilly enough for Rath to don some proper clothing for once, although he had trouble fitting his wings through the holes cut into all of his shirts and jackets. The path was getting more and more winding as thry went, the ship unable to simply fly over many of the obstacles. After traversing the hilly region, Ermon decided that this would be the upper-most limit of their route. It was time to head back down to the coast, where they would then follow back to goblin lands, their entire path making a large triangle with its' tip facing the civilized west.<br/><br/>So far, so good.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>"Spirits?" Dirae asked as she followed the archivist, arching a thin eyebrow in curiosity "Hmph. Remind me to tell you of a ghost ship we once ran into sometime."<br/><br/>The Piratess didn't seem to understand his logic, but nevertheless voiced no opposition. It was evident that they were... not quite on the same level of intellect. She put a hand on her hip and watched him as he thought out his plan.<br/><br/>When Dexter turned back to regard Dirae, he found that they were no longer alone! ...A ghost was seeping through the wall behind her, evidently having caught a glimpse of the archivist in his ethereal form and pursuing him back into the tower. It was halfway through the stone when it locked its' gaze upon him. The creature wasn't even recognizable as human anymore, a blueish vapor in the shape of a person with glowing sapphire eyes. It was silent, offering no signs of its' presence save for what he could see. It hadn't even appeared hostile except that it was drawing alarmingly closer with every passing moment... Dirae merely smiled confidently at Dexter, unaware of her own peril.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Surprise Round!</div></div><br/><strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>The clean-shaven man looked at Ivette with a bit of surprise, his light brown eyes carefully avoiding her... presentations. Giving her a forced smile, he appeared to feign consolation for her benefit, "You've already done more than I could ever repay you for, Lady Ivette."<br/><br/>He kept up with his smile as he sighed, "But I think I'll stick to just<em>watching</em>the games from now on... I suppose I will be able to see you in them?"<br/><br/>