The Watering Hole - Battle for the Beer!(Private)(Inspirational Quote and Kihia)

Stopping after what he felt was a suitably safe distance, Ni-Ju turned just in time to watch as Kihia swept his icy weapons across Gragas's chest to deal him what proved to be the finishing blow to the conflict at hand. Breathing a deep sigh of relief once the silence began to set in, Ni-Ju tucked Balin away in the holster underneath his arm and reached into his pack for the long coiled up length of silken climbing cord he kept handy for making dead fall traps. These men were a menace to society and would have to be given over to the Rune Knights for justice and he intended to do just that. Taking only fifteen minutes with both Kihia and Xavier lending a hand when necessary, Ni-Ju managed to get all the unconscious men placed together close enough to tie them all up into a neat bundle, ready for Sim to pick up.

As if answering Ni-Ju's thoughts on the matter, a large stormy grey figure, that based size and distance could only be his faithful companion Sim, began to rapidly cover the area between them. Coming in for a landing that kicked up a huge amount of dust and debris, Sim touched down a few dozen yards away from town proper and began preening himself happily. Ni-Ju couldn't help but laugh as the colossal bird nearly tripped over its own feet in an effort to get to an itch on it's chest. His laughter was cut short as Ni-Ju realized exactly how big Sim's crop was bulging.

At that very moment somewhere between Mountain Village and Sim's seaside nest near Hargeon Town, a cattle farmer strode out his front door to finish fixing the pasture fence he had started on earlier in the day. Whistling a little ditty to himself as he stepped off his front porch and rounded the corner of his house, the farmer was shocked to discover that not one but two of his fields were now mysteriously devoid of all cows and an even bigger puzzler to his mind was how frightened the rest of his stock seemed to be. Still scratching his head, the farmer decided to hitch up his wagon and see if the neighbors had anything to say about the matter.

Ni-Ju turned back to face his allies after giving Sim the signal to guard the prisoners. "I don't know about you guys but I could definitely use a bite to eat after this whole mess." Pausing for a moment to await their replies Ni-Ju thoughtfully added in "I am buying.".

Kihia stood there for a moment relaxing his mind after the fighting that had just ended, he then stood up and dusted off his trench coat. He turned around walked over to Ukan who was still was lying on the ground. He stared at the Wyvern who was completely unmoving and then sighed, “Ukan… how long are you going to lay there… and play unconscious…?” Ukan then stirred a bit and rolled over to stand up, with his version of cheery expression painted on his flat face. “You saw right through me eh Kihia? Well it isn’t like I was needed, you guys had it under control.” Ukan inhaled and then let out a loud yawn befitting of something more like his true size. “I don’t know about you Kihia but I can’t wait to get back to the hall and take a nap somewhere nice and cold” Kihia shook his head and then turned his attention to his comrades. Xavier seemed to have recovered from whatever came upon him and was back to normal personality wise, and he saw Ni-ju begin to secure the bandits. Kihia walked over and began to assist Ni-ju in this duty as Ukan let out another loud yawn and laid down.

He secured Gragas and a few of the stronger henchmen and formed a crystal bind that grouped all of them together and set them by Ni-jus pet roc. He wiped his brow and nodded at their work,” Good work Ni-ju and Xavier… you two represented the Guild well today…” Kihia then went quiet and looked up into the sky, his ice blue eyes eerily calm after the battle. Kihia’s attention then turned to what Ni-ju was saying and he couldn’t help but smile. He rolled his neck to stretch it a bit, he then walked over to Ni-ju and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. “I will accept your offer but only if you allow me to give us all a ride home…” At the Kihia raised his left wrist and spoke into the special coms bracelet, “Icer come to the Phoenix Mountain Village, we are ready for a pick up…”

Xavier muttered to himself as he helped tie men up and gathered them together in a circle as Ni-Ju called Sim down to watch over them. “Seriously guys… what happened to me?” He wasn’t entirely sure what to feel more disconcerted about, the fact that his friends were blatantly unaware of… something because he still wasn’t entirely sure what the heck happened to him, or that his stomach was threatening to consume the already dwindling amount of meat on his bones. He sighed as the last man was tied up, and the man hand moved slightly almost reaching out to Xavier, and kicked him aside, not really sure how to feel about that.

Looking to his two companions as they prepared to take off he couldn’t help but notice that something was obviously wrong here. Ni-Ju proudly commanded a bird of brobdingnagian proportions that at particular angles could literally block out the sun and somehow had the capability to comprehend English. And then there was Kihia who after putting on a terrific show call upon a giant motherf***ing airship then slowly pierced through the clouds above them, making it’s descent, with a trail of smoke from behind as if it had traveled at mach speeds (hint, hint) and tore through each cloud it passed. Then there was Xavier who couldn’t even recall where he had discarded his glasses only moments ago. Xavier let his head hang ashamed of himself for a moment, feeling slightly outclassed. “Can’t I just have one moral bloody victory for once? I understand one isn’t simply born in a fitting stylish suit, but there’s no competing here…” He just walked forward silently in the general direction of the Ikarones, and heard the sound of something crunching underfoot, only to find he had cracked one lens of his glasses. He picked them up and examined them for a long time before cursing his luck and putting them back on, remarking to himself how this only makes his vision much worse.

Considering I’m done making Xavier’s day absolutely horrible, I’m going to draw this to a close. So as our heroes depart from the semi-hating, semi-grateful, hopefully these mages get their recompense, and this child some food.