The Lost Cities - Scorched

[rubyrubyruby]

The Sea's blessing should come in real handy for those along for a bit of adventure. Ruby has tried to coerce as many companions as she can for the purpose of seeking out and finding one of Rebma's Lost Cities. Specifically speaking, she's trying to get to one of the dangerous ~Scorched~ cities. From what she's gleaned from more knowledgeable people, one is said to be situated some distance from one of Rebma's naval bases. It is said that these types of places were lost to fires and volcanic eruptions. Clues point towards a range of active undersea volcanoes where the fabled ashen places are dangerous for their thermal venting. Rumors of a mystic smithy has peaked Ruby's interest and has been an imaginary hook in her cheek.

Lhasa leans on the railing to peer down into the water, trying to tell by sight, but failing, to see just how far they are from those scorching plumes of fire deep underwater. Her swimming gear is on for the most part, a modest suit and shorts sort of ensemble, including a pair of glasses that wrap around so that they won't fall off her head. "Closest we can get, then?" she says, light in

Miriam hasn't been leaving the city much lately, but needed a change of pace. Since she does enjoy exploring, this was a good one for her. She's dressed with more covering than usual - a suit of stingray, dyed blue, for a little additional protection just in case - and at her side is a sheathed cutlass of fiery orange glass. Just in case. History says it's never easy.

Ruby finishes closing the clasps, buttons, flaps of her wetsuit. She's effectively covered all bare skin apart from below the ankles, wrist and above the neck. Ruby blows out a breath by the rail and peers over herself. She yammers to Miriam and Lhasa, "I 'ope Clive's eyes be as green as 'is gills, or whatsit, equiv-a-lent. Or if any 'o you gots tricks 'o loight or perception, surely they come in 'andy." She notes Miriam has decided to bring and a weapon and that seems pretty sensible as a precaution. "I think this be as close as possible. There be some trust given tah me cause I makin some weapons for Rebma, but I not privvy tah what be under all tha dark wetness. Would be keen if we can foind this lost city cause...well, there be rumours they 'ad secrets 'o undersea metals an forgin. Be a shame tah let an asset loike tha goo tah waste, aye? Do we gots everyone?"

Boots thump against the planks of the stairway leading from below decks, telegraphing the arrival of Clive up above, clad in his usual sort of attire. Surely he missed the memo Ruby distributed about Switching to the brightness of the open sky, he holds a hand up over his eyes and squints while scanning over the deck, the occupants, and their surroundings. Letting out a grunt, he sets a course to join everyone and sets to stomping on over in that direction. "They got some green in 'em, sure." Eyebrows raise as he listens to the rest of what Ruby has to say and he starts a slow nod. "Ya had me at lost city."

Lhasa goes about winding her thick braid of hair at her nape and securing it, while watching at Clive's stompy approach with eyes that look huge behind the goggles. "I'm ready, Captain," she says, in answer to Ruby's question. She glances at Miriam's cutlass and hmms to herself, considering. "Almost. I mean," she adds hurriedly, as she reaches to secure her belt and the attached cutlass at her hips.

When Ruby asks about tricks of light, Miriam starts to glow with moonlight. Then, she also makes several hovering balls of light appear around them. That, she has covered. As to whether they have anyone, she shrugs slightly. "Are we expecting more t'join us?" she asks, smiling to those already present.

Summoned via trump or fortune, dressed for an undersea adventure and armored with sea gear and her mate's extra special Sea Son's rendition of the Sea's Blessing, Maggie moves across the deck with a carefully casual stride. Lifting one gloved hand to her temple, she offers a nonschallant, almost too casual half-salute, "Hello, all. Mind another?"

Ruby rolls her shoulders and rotates her head upon her swole neck. Ka-pop, ka-squick. And then a bit of a flash of surprise at the manifestation of magic, because...magic. She swallows and turns to regard more arrivals before the big dip. She returns with a casual salute herself. "More tha merrier, Truth." She checks the knife sheathed behind her waist. "Not a mob expected but a small party I 'ope. This looks real good. A few should attract less attention...I mean, I don't believe all tha stories they say about 'ow dangerous it'll be but...'ow bad can a place tha got lost be? Maybe be a wee bit 'ot, but I'd rather warm water than cold, roight?" she flippantly reasons and edges down the railing to clasp a hunk of metal to use as an expedient weight. Testing the heft she grunts with satisfaction. "Ready?"

Looking over toward Lhasa, there is a twitch of a grin at the corner of Clive's mouth as he spies her prepping to hop into the water. "Almost? Surprised ya ain't already takin' the jump!" There's a soft snort of amusement that carries on as he sweeps his gaze over the others, nodding to each of them in greeting and focusing on that flash of rainbow for Martin's arrival. "Always room for on more." Again he is nodding, now agreeing with Ruby as he looks that way. "Right on. Lean and mean." His hands come together in a clap, "So. 'Spose we're gonna need some health and safety precautions now, huh? Who all is needing to be blessed?"

When Maggie appears, Miriam smiles brightly. "Of course not! I'm glad t'see you!" As to what danger there might be, she says "Having been to a lost city... there can be trouble. Like big blooms of chaos algae. Lava creatures. Or something." Helpful, right? Hence, the sword. "But, there are also really interesting and weird things to find and collect in them. Ready." As to being blessed, she blushes just a bit and says "I've already been." Likely, her husband took care of that before she joined Ruby here.