Meanwhile...The sea around Anarose's island was storming badly-several of the crew were hastily tying down loose supplies, or carrying them belowdeck, and furling the sails so they wouldn't be damaged.
The storm had come with no warning-hardly an hour has passed. It was no strange magic that brought it that anyone could conceive or detect, at least no earthly sort. It might has well have been an act of the Gods.
Bael was belowdecks, playing cards and talking softly with some of the others, was staring out a porthole occasionally. He was sort of entranced by the frothing, churning sea...occasionally flickers of green thunder...he sometimes imagined he could see great beasts, hiding in the clouds. Great Dragons, having some terrible battle, heralding the end of everything...and hour earlier, he would have sworn he saw some great beast with flippers swimming under the ocean, but he only had a glimpse, and then it was gone. He suppose he had imagined it-which wasn't surprising. Bael was feeling more like his old self recently-the old Bael, that had liked lore, books, song and art. He had not been that person in a long time.
The sound of heavy hailstones crashing on the deck above sent the rest of the crew inside hurriedly. Tali followed them, shaking her head like a wet dog-her black hair locks utterly drenched-and spattering a nearby Toman.
"...Well, we got everything tied down for now. Lucky we didn't get caught out in that, huh?" She said-but quietly. The entire crew was speaking in soft tones-almost as concerned a stray words might gather the attention of some uncaring, incomprehensible being...Tali found herself looking out the porthole as well-she felt something strange out there in the storm, waiting for her...
Some ways away...On the other end of the island, an odd sight. Despite the roaring ocean, a massive ocean going vessel-reminiscent of a mechanical sea turtle almost half the size of the ship the party has-swims to shore, and plods it's way onto land easily, it's stubby paddle legs sprouting tiny treads. Strangely enough, it comes from *under* the ocean-judging by the sealed portholes and large, half empty balloons hanging on it's sides, it's certainly capable of submersing itself under water.
Closer examination reveals the top of it's shell is embellished with a hexagonal pod structure, in and of itself-it reminds one of Noire technology, but somehow even more advanced. A hatch is thrown open on the top-golden light spills out, not very much against the rage of the storm though. A stout, stubby figure emerges-then three more, each wearing long slick coats. A deal seems to be made-hands are shaken, and the figure climbs down, though the use of long ladder. The figure watches the ship turn about (digesting what looks like a few empty barrels and broken crates, along with piles of garbage onto the beach as it goes from a hatch in the back) and slip back under the ocean quietly.
The small figure turns and begins walking-straight toward Anarose's Sanctum. Whoever it is, they don't seem to mind the rain-they merely plod on tirelessly, hooded head slightly bowed, neither hurrying nor loafing, inevitable and unceasing.
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If anyone was watching this, then they surely missed what happened afterwards-when one the pieces of ejected garbage, a large metallic barrel, popped it's top with a pneumatic hiss, and the slender figure that crawled out of it-began tracing the other ones steps.
OOC: The other one might be Fool's next character, if he wants to introduce her that way.
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