Pax RP

"Not cling to, ride under" Furnace repeated

"Well, I can always use this to stave some of it off as well," Alexander gestured with his Red Shield. "Besides, that Devon guy would be mad if I couldn't pay him back. A pile of ash can't do anything, right?"

"Grrrr" Furnace growled, smoke curling out of his nostrils more prevalent than before "Either get on of make your own way there. I won't be going that deep, I know how fragile you soft-skins are. And I will be the one melting the rocks if they come in my way."

Not fazed, the norn clambered underneath the dragon's wing. "Fine, fine; don't get all puffed up. Don't be lagging now, Coolpikaaa," he beckoned the rodent.

"Ugh... Ah. Fine." CP said, trotting along so he wasn't left behind. There was a knot in his stomach about this whole thing. They just seemed to be grasping at straws that seemed more and more dangerous. "But if I get my tail burnt, I'm blaming ya'll."

Furnace growled again, as CP mentioned getting his tail burnt... which would only happen if he decided to stick his tail outside of the mythical beasts wing, or sit exactly on his nose. The Dark Fire Dragon folded his wing over the two tiny creatures when they finally came over to him, and dove back into the ground again, to make his way East under it.

EDIT: Sorry, I had to rush this post and remembered wrong XD

((I though I mentioned east? Though, we can do west anyways.))

During the trip for him a Coolpikaaa, the norn's red shield to managaed to absorb excess heat as the dragon tunneled through the earth. Of course, he had to make sure it didn't take too much though. Alexander knew little of his physiology, last he needed was to cool him down.

Furance would notice the soil give way a little easier as they approached the seaport. Around where he would arise, numerous wooden huts were scattered across the horizon before him as the salty breeze slowly drifted inland.

Cp carried along with his group, following closely under Furnace's wing. He didn't say much, just hoped for the best.

Furnace arrived at the eastern seaport a lot quicker than he would have had he been walking, speeding along under the ground with his almost streamlined body. The slight extra mass from the two tiny creatures didn't prove a problem at all, though the cool spot was annoying.

The Dragon opened his wing when they were above ground once more, where the huts were, and sniffed. He still hated water.

Departing the 'Furnace Express' posthaste, Alexander plopped in the warm sand as he squirmed. "Blah! Hate it when it gets in my mouth," he spat out. Pulling himself from the beach, the norn motioned over to a the largest hut in port.

Coolpikaaa followed along with his group, shielded under the Dragon's leathery wings. When they arrived on a beach, who knows how far away, he looked out suspiciously for any attackers for running to the water's edge.

A beach! The little electric mouse hadn't spent much time on terrain like this. He really quite enjoyed it, and splashed the waves that rushed up to greet him.

Furnace pulled his lips back at the splashing, he really, really hated water. So, he followed the Norn to the biggest hut instead.

More resilient to the environment than the furry duo, this islander-style shack stood above the beating sands through its ironwood feet. Alexander, skipping about in pain of the searing sediments, rushed to the shaky step-ladder with tears in his eyes. "At least one og us wouldn't mind the heat.=," he grumbled. He strolled past the open doors of the building carefully. The norn darted back his head to check on Coolpikaaa before opening a window for the dragon's own view.

"What'cha doing there, you pesky mite?"

Displeased by his actions, the hut owner eyes furrowed bitterly at the sudden intrusion. "Like I need any more heat in here, now get!" shouted the spindly man, rousing a nearby broom off a hook. Frowning, the small creature simply pointed out to Furnace moving closer to them. "Uh... erm, by all means, what can I do you for?"

I ended a story of many years today, resulting in the death of one of my larp characters. I'm gonna be writing a bit more about it later, but at the moment I'm still in shock a little.

The story didn't end in the way I might have liked, but I don't think it could have ended any other way. RIP Tarath, you crazy, crazy man.

Furnace just walked over to the man, put his snout as close as he could get, and pulled his lips back to snarl "Do you know where my stone is?"