ABOARD THE BEOWULF In Character It is the year One Hundred Thirty Four in the Age of the Hunt; The streets of Doxa are no strangers to hustle and bustle, as the capital of the Doxan Empire, it sees massive amounts of activity every day as near countless people rush across the streets to and from their jobs and events. But on this day, the amount of Hustle and Bustle is multiplied by the inclusion of a single factor, and that factor was called The Beowulf. As the ship lowered gracefully to the ground, a side hatch opened with a sharp hissing noise, swinging down and clanking onto the metal ground. Down stepped the captain of this prestigious vessel, John Caine, as his mysterious first-mate watched from within. As John Caine met the crowd, he made his intentions clear; He was looking for his new crew. In a few hours, all those that were to join his crew had boarded the ship and introduced themselves to at least John, but mere moments before John had closed the hatch leading upwards into the ship, a familiar face came hobbling out of the crowd. It was the face of an older man, looking to be in about his sixties, with rough features, white hair, and a mutton chops style beard. He was a large man, and walked with what could best be described, as an angry strut. John Caine stepped down to meet him, and after exchanging words, and then punches to the gut; of which the older man seemed to cause more of an effect against John, the two stepped onto the ship together. After ten hunts, Alton Barnett was joining again to be the head chef. After two days of non-stop sailing north, they had made it to the jagged mountain range in which the fire breathing dragon Fuinseog was rumored to make his nest. Alton came up from his personal spot in the bottom deck, up to the flight deck, dragging up an ice box powers by some unrefined philosopher's stone of the Dragon formerly known as Frostback. He opened the box, revealing the preserved body of a boar. He tied it by it's back legs on the bowsprit of the vessel, and, upon passing John, swiped his dragon-hunting rifle, took aim, and shot the corpse of the creature, reducing a good quarter of it into a red mist, before tossing the weapon back at John, and descending back into the bottom deck. John Caine After a good chuckle, John Caine looked around the deck to his new crew, and decided to give them a little bit more briefing. "Ladies and gentlemen, by the end of the day, if we're lucky, the dragon will have caught the scent of that ...bait... and we'll have a fight on our hands. Now... It comes to my attention that not all of you have hunted dragons, so here's a crash course; When see the dragon, tell everybody around you as loudly as possible, point to where it is coming from, and then sound the fog horn. Most Dragons will attempt to engage the ship by flying back and forth, dousing it in fire, ice, lightning, or whatever. It is crucial that somebody mans the rope harpoon and hits the dragon, before it rips our ship limb from limb. From that point it will be anchored to us, and be extremely limited in it's mobility. It will then be a lot like a firefight, taking cover and shooting at it when you need to. Once fatigues, it will land on the top deck above the balloon. That's where we finish it off. Should it break free from the harpoon, it will attempt to slink hack into the hole from whence it came, and we'll have to do the ugly job of flushing the beast out." John Caine's put his hand to his chin in thought. "This one's a fire breather, but far from basic. He's got scales like rocks and a tail that could derail a train, so don't be to eager on slaying it ye olde knight style, I want to see guns only this time. Now, go do what yah want, hang out or somethin' put keep your eyes peeled, and your ears open, if you smell sulfer, he's right on us." Enki Enki was in the process of shadowing John Caine's throughout the past two days, and seemed to have a point to never be much more than a room away from him. He said little to anybody over the past two days, with the only notable thing about him being the way he tensed up whenever Klavdiya was in a certain proximity to the Captain, at times going to far as to stare directly at her until she was a comfortable distance again. For now though, he sat on a barrel, and for some reason, he saw fit to add an additional layer of bandages to his disguise, and so he was in the process of doing exactly that. Alton Alton has been in the process of organizing his kitchen this far; with things ranging from simple cutlery to advanced alchemical tools; after all, if he was going to cook some dragon, it was very important that he separate the trace amounts of Philosopher's stone from the meat, as consuming the unrefined substance can cause... complications. Naturally, he took this job very seriously.