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<t>His ears are ringing at the mention of casual slaughter--it's one thing for one's brothers-in-arms to engage in glorious, pitched combat--but an entire [i:202gnk46]race[/i:202gnk46] constantly killing their own? His mind simply was not designed to accept the concept, much like a normal man cannot...

<t>He shrugs slightly, [i:1yxhgtcl]seeming[/i:1yxhgtcl] to relax a little, at least.<br/> <br/> "That's just how Seroth made us."<br/> <br/> He listens to Lothir speak, and his face turns ashen all of a sudden as the bard lists common reasons for death among the drow.<br/> <br/> "Wait, go back a mom...

<t>At the rather cavalier mention of bloodletting his hand drifts ever so casually to his sidearm, a fleeting caress letting him know that the holster is unbuttoned already and he can draw it in a moment's notice.<br/> <br/> He seems slightly put off at the small barrage of questions, but does his b...

<t>Ven rubs his eyes and sighs. "The ship, when last I saw it, had completely disintegrated. We can go salvage bits of it if you like, but it's a gith ship. Even if we could somehow piece all of it back together, their engines aren't designed to function in gravity."<br/> <br/> He shakes his head an...

<t>Ven tilts his head slightly.<br/> <br/> "I've never heard of any deity by name of Gond, I'm afraid...<br/> <br/> Also, what's a gnome?"<br/> <br/> He goes back to touching the floating glyphs again in rapid succession. Soon enough, another image begins to hover before him: Toril herself, with abo...

<t>OOC: Okay, I'm back...again... :S<br/> <br/> Ven was staring down at the softly glowing image of his holographic control interface, barely noticing his surroundings. Even as the hut melts into sand, even at the appearance of another dal'Seroth he seems oblivious.<br/> <br/> "Odd." He says after a...

<t>Ven seems more cautious than awed at the sight of magic. He peers around the room in curiosity, wary of any errant experiment that may leap out of a corner somewhere in an attempt gnaw his face off.<br/> <br/> "This is an interesting domicile you maintain, Elwynn."<br/> <br/> His gaze rests on th...

<t>Ven looks to Elwyn.<br/> <br/> "I'm sure you have some sort of means of protecting yourself if this thing becomes suddenly less...tangible."<br/> <br/> With that he begins inspecting the saddle. Soon enough he climbs atop the beast and hooks a cable from his harness to a handy D-ring. He reaches ...

OOC) Sorry about the absence; I've been sick lately. Posting should resume as normal, now.

Ven eyes the roc warily, then looks to Elwyn. Are you sure it can carry the two of us?

<t>To Elwyn he says: "It's just a standard issue PDA," he says as he lifts his wrist. "I just sent up a reconnaissance and communications probe yesterday."<br/> <br/> He chews his lip thoughtfully at Gareth's suggestion then begins flicking his fingers at the glyphs, expertly navigating the sub-menu...

<t>He motions to the image of Toril, a bright blue jewel suspended within a vast sea of stars.<br/> <br/> "This is the plane on which we are in. As far as I can tell, there is only one continental cluster left."<br/> <br/> He swallows once before continuing. "About three thousand miles or so from ou...

<r>He nods to Gareth by way of thanks then turns to regard Elwyn with a mixed look of hope and trepidation discernible to a keen eye. He holds out a hand and keys up the holographic display of what his recon drone is seeing.<br/> <br/> Among the various bits of information written on the air in drow...

<t>He nods thoughtfully as Gareth describes the various names. He knows of gryphons, though the thought of actually riding one seems novel to him.<br/> <br/> "I think I'm beginning to understand a little," he says.<br/> <br/> Then his expression clouds somewhat. He chews his lip absently for a momen...

<t>His voice remains calm, his gaze unwavering...and his finger just millimeters from his trigger (though his rifle remains casually resting against his shoulder still).<br/> <br/> "I've offered no insult, nor threats," he says. "I am, like any rational, sapient creature more than ready to defend my...

<t>He glares at Elwyn briefly, more due to the sudden movement than anything else. He looks to Gareth, rifle held in one hand and aimed to the sky as it half-rests against his shoulder.<br/> <br/> "Fair enough. You'll note your glaring absence of perforations, I hope. Now I'll ask again: who are you...