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Sender ID: emet-sulk (Emet-Selch)
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[ He meant to send this privately to Hythlodaeus. But he was so pressed about it that he sent it the wrong way.

The image is a picture of the bounty notice and NOT the actual creature itself. ]

I TOLD you we shouldn't have taken that thing

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[He'd have words about suddenly being grabbed and transported around like this. That's his job! But that's not the pressing issue at the moment. Soon as his head catches up to where they are, he waste no time charging at the problem.

He will try to not kill the honse, so he won't put his full force behind this kick coming at it.

Except this thing got hands. So instead of landing that kick, it grabs him instead and tosses him aside. Well at least it stopped from charging at the boarfolk momentarily.]

[ Emet-Selch is impressed with the speed of the honse. After all, Shadow isn't exactly slow. No time to admire though; the boarfolk use the opening to swarm the creature and Emet-Selch fires off blasts of wind to distract it. It still manages to get a solid kick (is it a kick or a shove?) on one of them, which bowls the rest over in spectacular fashion. ]

Are you alright, Shadow? [ he calls out tersely. ]

[Shadow managed to reorientate himself so he comes skidding back to the ground on his feet.] Tch. Of course I am. [Foolish creature should know it's place. An after-image is left behind as he teleports. Just as the honse shoves into one of the boarfolk, Shadow will suddenly appear at it's side and do the same at it.

Knocking it down will prove to be difficult when it has hands to stop it's fall. So Shadow simply slams into it again, getting all tangled up with the creature as they take a tumble.]

Get the ropes ready!

[ Emet-Selch yells this at the boarfolk and several scramble to grab coils of it. Meanwhile he raises his hands and thin, spiralling red lines, like thin vines, snake down his arms. The next moment, it feels like an impressive weight slams down on both the honse and Shadow: gravitational manipulation. ]

Bear with this for a little while, [ he growls. To the boars: ] Hurry up!

[Shadow is occupied trying not to get strangled by the honse right now. So when that great weight suddenly hits and startles the beast, so does Shadow. Well, it's not moving anywhere anytime soon like this at least. Maybe he can just...wiggle himself freed of it's grip for the time being, even while under the weight.

The head boar squeels to rally the others. The strange horse was down! Their chance was now! The ground shakes slightly as they come charging with rope in hand. Others, weapons at the ready. The message might have gotten mixed up whether they were suppose to bind the thing down or kill it.]

[ Emet-Selch would facepalm if he could spare a hand to do so. He shrinks the area of effect of his spell as the boars swarm in, although some are so zealous that they end up being pulled flat on their faces or backs before he can make the adjustment.

He trusts Shadow to maybe have the strength to crawl away from the honse. It's not his strongest Gravity spell and he remembers the effortless way they managed to carry him a while back. ]

Don't kill it! [ he shouts. ]

[ Tying the honse up is going to be tricky with its handfeet lashing out. Shadow will eventually be able to escape/be free of the gravitational spell and can help restrain the creature. ]

[Shadow will, eventually. It can have all the hands, but it can't focus on all of them at once. Once the boarfolks get involved in grabbing the hands to tie it down, Shadow can find the opening to crawl his way out of it's grasp and the effect zone of the gravity spell.

Once he gets his bearings, he doesn't waste time looking around for the end of a rope. Soon as he does, he zips through the crowd of boars to grab it and gets to work on restraining the beast. Thankfully, the honse's constant flailing was being a detriment to itself and getting even more tangled up, aiding the process.

They'll all eventually manage to keep the honse down. It's stuggling starts to slow, realizing it couldn't fight it's way out like this anymore. But it continues to let out it's eerie cry....let's hope that other creature can't swim across the ocean.]

[ Emet-Selch can't shake an unsettling feeling in the wake of the honse's cry. He releases the gravity spell, allowing the others to cluster around and secure the creature properly while he glances around. There is nothing on the crew's island that is a danger to them (none that they aren't aware of at least). Why is he so concerned...?

...Trying to set aside the feeling for now, he approaches the honse. ]

Good work. Thank you, everyone. Let's get this beast on to the Phantom Moon before it creates any more trouble.

[Even a few boarfolk felt uneasy as the honse continues to wail, almost as if expecting something to answer it back.]

I'll grab it from the front. [He could probably carry the whole thing himself, but with all these extra hands...the extra help will probably help. The leader of the boarfolk chimes in and takes the honse from the back.] How far is our destination? And any updates on the whereabouts of the other one?

Assuming I help our ship along, we should reach the nearest leviathan within-- [ He stares off into the distance briefly. ] ...A few hours. No matter how strange it is, surely even that second creature cannot cross the ocean. I don't know where it is right now unfortunately. This one should be able to lead us to it though.

[ He leads the group at a brisk stride towards the hidden cove where their ship is berthed. ]

Let's not waste any time.

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I've come to learn anything's possible in this world. [So there might be a small chance it could. Let's hope it's not true.]

We'll let this thing guide us then. [Hopefully back to where it belongs before the other one finds them.]

[ With everyone's help, they manage to get the restrained honse on to the ship. It continues to voice its unsettling cries and Emet-Selch cannot help but glance towards the sea every time. There is just something off about it. As if the creature expects to be heard.

In the time it takes to get the Phantom Moon to get ready to cast off and subsequently emerge from the hidden cove, Emet-Selch finally notices something on the horizon. ]

...What is that?

[There's a low fog, slowly creeping towards them. Then came a hollow, raspy cry, finally responding back to the honse. Well shit.] This ship better move fast.

Whilst the magitech engines have given it additional speed, they aren't nearly as powerful as I'm used to.

[ And at certain speeds, raising the sails will hinder their work instead of assisting it. Emet-Selch leans over the rail slightly with a grimace. Then straightens and snaps his fingers. The ocean seems to rock and roil around the Phantom Moon. Many of the crew stumble as the waves surge. ]

That thing is in our path. If we can bypass it, mayhap we can outpace it.

[Need to go fast, that's all he had to hear.] Steer this ship. [The jets from his shoes come on as he flies toward the rear of the ship. It shakes and creaks amongst the waves as Shadow powers up his jets and starts to push the ship, giving it an additional boost of speed along with what Emet has planned.]

[ Well now. Emet-Selch was going to use his own prodigious powers to push the ship along but this works too. Frees him up to take care of their guest. He makes eye contact with the helmsman and indicates for them to continue steering. Then he walks up to the fore and watches as the distant figure of that 'horse' approaching. ]

--Here it comes!

[ The call is more for Shadow's benefit. The hedgehog is the one who will have to coordinate with the helmsman's steering.

A shrill whinny echoes across the water. Then a dull boom and spray of water as Emet-Selch tries to launch a large fireball at it. ]

[Their current honse being held on the ship returns the other's cry with it's own. Their eerie song seems to have an affect around the area. A wariness, where one's sight might start to play tricks on them. Are there actually indescribable creatures swimming beneath the waters? Is the sky turning pick?

The boat rocks slightly as it hits something in the shallows. Ugh. The ship groans as Shadow starts push the ship further out to sea. At least he hopes it is and not hallucinating the direction he's heading.]

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