RP:The Assault on Vuryal's Fortress

Ranok || Over the fields of the northern plains of Rynvale, an airship flies. Her sails are billowing fully and majestically, and she would look noble if her hull was not stripped utterly. The symbol of Vhys, the nation the ship had been stolen from, was gone from those sails. In their place, the image of a chain being broken surrounded by a circle was done in paint. All of the elerium plating had been taken off the hull and instead strapped to the deck by a large amount of rope. The skeleton of the wood underneath shone in the light of the afternoon the ship was heading into. In more red paint, the words 'Fly Bye' were slapped onto that bare hull. The new name the ship carried to her final destination. This what allowed the ship to keep her buoyancy. Inside, the ship was in even worse shape. All comforts had been torn out. Any wall that wasn't important to keeping the ship together was hacked out. As much weight as possible was taken from the ship. In its place, a dark load had been put onto the ship. Explosives of every sort were in the hold. Gunpowder, bombs, alchemical fire, anything and everything that went 'boom'. This trip would be the last trip of the noble airship. Numerous people stood around the deck, in varying degrees of tension. A group of ten soldiers were on deck, each in armor and carrying weapons. The rest of the volunteers for the trip would be around the deck or under, wherever they were comfortable. Ranok himself stands proud at the wheel, holding it steady for their course. He was dressed to impress, with his armor in pristine white and wearing a longcoat that flutters in the wind in a way that can only be described as heroic. He looked every bit the dashing airship captain, down to the grizzled scars. The handful of fermin that had been convinced to work for the ship's new owners were scurrying about the deck, adjusting sails and headings where they were needed. Behind Ranok sits an enormous object covered in a white tarp. On the opposite end of the ship, another one laid, only slightly smaller. One of the fermin turns and hollers something up to the makeshift captain standing at the wheel. "One hour left ta go, cap'n!" Ranok nods slightly to indicate that he understood. Among the soldiers, a movement of unease rippled through them. Each and every one was a volunteer, and well skilled. Each knew the risks, and were willing to give up their lives. Another flurry of weapon checking, polishing, or any task repeated at least a dozen times on the trip so far occurs. There was nothing else to do but wait. The ship now known as the Fly Bye continues on her course.

Kasyr is certainly nearby and relatively prepared, but it would be a fairly large err to state that he is currently en-route. Luffy, the Black-ice dragon that served as his partner-in-crime, is currently sprawled across the ground in a section of Rynvales wastelands, the dragon having taken to contentedly gnawing upon the ruined remains of some hideously mutated organism she had happened upon during their particular venture. Kasyr, on the other hand, is currently perched upon the very edge of a particularily prominent rocky outcropping in the islands desolate 'plain scape'. He only looks marginally less bored when he finally takes notice of the ship off in the distance, his eyes tracking its' passage with amusement, "...Well, now to find out if I'm even needed, or if this was a colossal waste of time. "

Tysinni roams about the deck of the newly rechristened airship poking and prodding the various items that had been loaded on board. The thief didn't know a thing of working on a ship so she spent her time looking over various crewmen's shoulders, taking note of their various tasks. Now and then one could hear her muttering about 'learning pirate-y ways' and attempting to speak like a sailor. Those who had been around the night before seemed to give her wide-berth or watch Ty with some sort of horrified fascination. She seemed unconcerned about the attention, remembering very little they had taken the ship. Meandering away from the busily preparing workers, she makes her way to the prow, leaning over the railing to look out over the landscape. Something to the side catches her eye and she watches curiously as they get closer. Could it be a person? One of their fellow conspirators? Only time would tell.

Roytoc was staring off over the railing of the ship, his stark-white hair billowing in the wind, he had most of his equipment ready, and his exquisite magical mask was tucked firmly into his belt, when he would put it on the rest of his flesh would be tinted completely black, even his eyes, leaving all characteristics of him shadowed and mysterious, he had payed a hefty sum for such an item. His bow was strung over his shoulder, ready at any second, his dark adamantite armor shone eerily in the moonlight, he had written a lot of people prior to this, though he was hoping he would get to see them again, and their last interaction with him wouldn't be a farewell letter. Roy was a bit nervous, but he could feel the excitement rising within him, he was about to infiltrate the Timelord's castle, along with other powerful figures, he knew this was to be an epic and dangerous battle, whether fought in the shadows or the open. He looked out at the land below him, beautiful yet wicked… yet every aspect of life seemed to be like that, always slinking in the shadows, waiting to strike, you would get lured in by the scene, there was no stopping it. He thought of many people in that moment, Blanchette, Aritriel, Cornelius, Trayial, Gwenilyn, Liliana, his father, and the many other people who had supported him in his life, even if they had left far too soon. He hoped he had captured enough wolves for Satoshi, fourteen seemed enough, though she had probably been thinking more along the lines of twenty maybe, she would have to deal, or wait for him to return… If he even would return. Roytoc didn't fear death, he feared of the many people who would mourn him, who had unfinished business with him, some might be lost, others saddened greatly, and yet still more who would just toast to his name and quaff a bottle of whiskey… those were the people who really understood the Drow. Roy would be wishing for Aeon, for the boy to grow up into a real man, to shed his naivety and understand life for what it was, but it wasn't his decision any longer, only fate would tell of his future. He kept his eyes outward to the scenery, he was vaguely aware of Ranok piloting the ship, an old friend, he had aided the man so many times now, and here he was in another suicidal mission, this was going to be fun. Barra stood beside Roy, his wavering shadow of a form sturdy with the moonlight and darkness, he patted his master of sorts, his friend, on the shoulder and nodded, they hated each other for the most part, but Barra knew that if Roy died, he would perish as well; the mission wasn't yet started though, but when it did, they would both play their parts In the rescue. Roy glanced at Ty on the prow, the woman seeming curious about something out in the distance, he of course couldn't see it, for he was on the starboard side of the ship, he was curious as to what had caught her attention though. "What's out there?" He called leisurely to her, not worried of any attack yet.

Ranok himself showed no signs of tension. There was no stress. No fatigue. He'd actually gotten sleep the other night. He knew he'd need it. So he was fresh. Ready. And more then angry. This was as personal as you could get for the man. Suicidal mission or not, he was as calm as the air that pushed the ship forward. All the planning he'd put forward. All the preparations. The sneaky business. The commissioning, the stealing, the blood paid. The crux of a great many things. It was all going down. And that strangely relaxed him. No matter what, things would go forward. He wasn't the only one that seemed to be that way. Mahri, who stood off to one side, didn't seem to carry the tension of any of the soldiers on board. Instead, she wore a scowl that would have impressed even Ranok. She looked ready to beat the hell out of someone. Thankfully, the Beta was on their side. The sighting of Kas was done by one of the soldiers who were on watch and the information was relayed to Ranok. Another nod. He knew Kasyr might have been in the area. What he was most concerned about were the dragons, which didn't seem to be rising into the sky. He wasn't overly surprised. The airship was a silent approach, but only until a point. Time ticked down. Finally, he locks the wheel and steps back, "Hokay! Ve're gettink to krunch time! Ready veapons und supplies!" It was at that point the supplies detailed in the plan were handed out. Roy, Ty, and Mahri got their cloaks and the packs containing the other necessities for infiltration. The ropes, the destructive compound, the crossbows and the bolts of both holy and toxic nature. The snubnosed flare launchers, the sleeping potions, and anything else they had requested before the party departed. And, the tarps off those two lumps of metal on the deck. Each was revealed to be a hulking monstrosity of metal and strange symbols. Those would be what Ranok called the Doorknockers. Each one was in the rough image of a man, only crudely so. It lacked a head, and the body was larger then a man's would be in terms of proportion. Each arm terminated not in a five fingered hand, but a three fingered fist of sorts. Two thick digits, and one large 'thumb'. Similar to the hand, the foot wasn't like a humanoid's, but a chicken footed affair. Three prongs in the front, and one in the back to stabilize. The legs were slightly shorter then they'd be on a human, as well, bringing the thing's center of gravity down lower to prevent tipping. Another measure to prevent tipping was two swing out stabilizers attached to the back of the legs. If the thing was pushed over, they would swing out and catch it, allowing it to regain its upright footing much easier. The body of the things had a cavity large enough to stick a man into, and indeed, that was what would be done. Holes led into the limbs of the things, providing the means of control. A mixture between physical motion and magical guidance, if the symbols purpose would be guessed at. Each compartment had an armored closing with a viewport out. Along with rearview mirrors, an after touch after the inability to turn ones head without turning the whole body was noted. Of the two, the smaller one was much cruder looking, covered in leather instead of proper armor. The larger one was much better made, and more polished. If a guess was to be made, the smaller version was the prototype or the first one made, and the second was the improved version. That presumption would also be the correct one. Both Doorknockers sat on folded up legs and wrapped arms, like a man in the fetal position stuck upright. The preparations towards getting those monstrosities moving soon becomes clear. Sockets on the shoulders, hips, and the back of each Doorknocker received glowing stones put into them, the source of their power. Each limb was individually powered, but didn't have to be. In the event that one stone was drained or damaged, the others would supply theirs at a greater expenditure. The stone on the back was the overall backup, to provide emergency power. Once each stone was fitted, armored coverings were slide over them, an obvious protection measure and a covering of an overly visible 'hit here' weak spot. The smaller Doorknocker had the word 'Johnny' covering it, the name it was dubbed with. The larger was nicknamed 'Bypass', an allusion to its purpose. Each was armed with both the massive size of itself, fists, and an enormous sword that was more heavy then sharp. They would slide out when the pilot of the thing gave the command to do so. On the other arm, a stripped down ballista would rest, along with a quiver of bolts, if such a name could be given to the three foot long rods of deadly intent could be called that, on the hip of each. 'Johnny' had a normal type ballista, one that had to be cranked, or pulled between firings, but 'Bypass' had the more advanced version, allowing for a faster crank by virtue of a simple lever and spring clip. When standing, the smaller Doorknocker would be at 9 feet tall and change, and would reveal the elerium strapped to it. The larger was 12 feet tall, and had the same. The elerium was supplied by the very ship they rode on, and it was the reason why it was so emptied of unneeded weight. The soldiers tended the smaller Doorknocker, while Ranok was fiddling with the larger.

Kasyr remains where he is for a little bit longer, amber gaze locked upon the ship as its shadow cuts across the plains. The fascination doesn't last long however, the vampires' attention stolen away by a vigorous stretch, the likes of which has him slowly tipping back during the motion until he's laid out across the rock that had served as his look-out point. It's with a casual sort of confidance that his hands find purchase upon the stone, the mesh of his gloves scraping at a brief symphony before it's brought to an abrupt end by virtue of a quick shove- sending the vampire into freefall. Luffy doesn't even bother turning her head at the sound of Kasyrs' landing, a simple disdainful, "Has it begun? I've grown tired of this waiting, Gnat." When she's not deigned with a response from the vampire, she simply clambers to her feet, one last vicious bit of rending given to her impromptu meal.

Satoshi ||Luffy yawns as she climbs to her feet and leans forward in a cat-like stretch, the ripple rolling down her spine sending her glacial spikes clattering together in a deceptively merry tune before the hulking beast shakes her head and rights herself. The approaching airship is given a scrunitizing look with a slit-pupiled ruby eye. "Those things are only good for chewing on, you know," the dragon scoffs, wings unfurling in preparation.

Tysinni turns to the side, keeping an eye on the spot that had captivated her attention but allowing her to answer Roytoc's question. "I'm not sure. It might be someone. Or it could be a rock. Or a tree." She squints again, tilting her head to the side for a better angle. Only a handful of seconds later and she realizes that it is indeed a person. A familiar figure that she recognized from the 'cove', the male with the strange fox pet who she had warned about future theft. She grins, but before she is able to say anything, one of the soldiers who was positioned slighty to her side yelled out the sighting. The thief turns and gives the man a glare and a rude gesture, before walking away. They would be meeting up with Kasyr soon enough. Ty meets up with Ranok, Roytoc and Mahri to receive those items that had been deemed needful for the mission. Pack was swung to her shoulders and the special cloak (that had been mended after the night before) is draped over one arm. It wasn't quite time to use it. The thief starts checking over her own body, feeling for various weapons and items that she usually hid on her person. Little useful things that could fit into her boots or vest, even at the small of her back. She was quiet, thoughtful, very unusual for the young half-elf. Usually she was full of snark and sarcastic humor. But for now, her thoughts focused on the mission before her. Saving Nia. Unlike the others, she had no thoughts of regret or loss. The few people she cared about were involved in the misson. The thought of so few people to miss her, struck her as sad for a moment. Perhaps she should stop stealing from so many acquaintances. But then again….she did like gold. A lot. Really, it was an obsession. Shaking off her 'morbid' thoughts, Ty turns her attention to the others and their various tasks. Surprise was evident on her features when the vaguely humanoid constructs are revealed. "Oh great. I'm gonna die. Freaking Dezro. Can't go one damn day without trying to off me with a gadget. He's as bad as a horse." The half-elf glares at the offending objects, clearly mistrustful of the mechanical monstrosities.

Roytoc could be seen organizing the equipment handed to him, setting it all out in front of him to inspect each and every piece. He spent a long while observing the snubnose, for he had never held such a thing and frankly couldn't wait to try it, though one had to be saved for extraction, he spent a time viewing the crossbows as well, always a man who enjoyed archery of any kind. The cloak interested him as well, he read the note pinned to the cloak and smiled, invisibility interested him, though he couldn't overdue it, it could kill him as it warned. Roy smirked, the equipment would all do very well, and he was anticipating using all of it, Roy gathered most of the items and placed them in his magically-deep cloak, it could hold about any amount of anything. The snubnose he placed in his belt though, along with the crossbows being crossed in an X fashion on his back and the bolts going in his quiver full of arrows. He then placed the invisibility cloak over his own cloak and clasped it, after all, they both would come in great use, and he couldn't abandon his own cloak. He slowly stood back up and cracked his neck, his adrenaline beginning to pump; he was getting excited at the prospect of battle. Roy quickly pulled out three separate pieces of parchment and quickly scrawled on each one in turn, he folded them up and tied them off, handing them to the Snowflake imp that had come with him, and it was to give each letter to the right woman, posthaste. Roy readily looked to the strange magical humanoid tools, people were to man them, and that would be an amazing sight indeed, he felt revitalized, his sorry and regret melting away, after all, Cornelius had advised him not to mope any longer, and he had been trying to heed to his wishes. He rubbed his gauntleted hands together eagerly, awaiting the moment at hand, "My friend," He called to Ranok, "We have had our fair share of small adventures, but I am sure this is to be the greatest yet!" HE cried forth, excitement flowing forth from his tone.

Ranok tinkers with his own Doorknocker. Nothing really needed done, at the moment. He was just checking everything. His had to be the larger one, as he'd have never fit inside the cockpit of the smaller one called Johnny. Where Johnny was leather covered with some metal sticking out, The Bypass had better armor. Leather covered the joints, the place where armor couldn't sit, but on the whole it could take more of a beating then Johhny could. All it all, most likely wise choice, given that it's Ranok that would be piloting it. Soon enough he'd finish. The glowing stones were slotted and covered, and the entire monstrosity would hum with contained power. Ranok wore a grim smile. He was going to enjoy what was to come. After all, who wouldn't want to rampage around in what amounts to a metal golem you're directly controlling? The castle was in view on the horizon. Ranok orders the sails trimmed a little to slow their approach. And then, the last trick was readied. Ropes that were being soaked in barrels were brought out. Then promptly set aflame with some pitch smeared along them. Then they would be dangled behind the ship. It was a mixture of the urine of a female dragon in heat, cow's blood, and just a hint of barbeque sauce for that smoky flavor. And that liquid that it was composed of was sending out enormous clouds of black smoke. It made the airship appear as if it were on fire. But that wasn't the point of it. That burning also sent the smell out and around for miles, encouraged by the wind magic that the ship had for fair winds to spread. All across the plain, the feral and wild dragons would catch a whiff. And come running. Sex, and a dinner bell being rung both at the same time? It would be irresistible to any wild animal. Ranok waited to deploy it so the dragons would catch up to the ship a handful of minutes after it crashes. Once those dragons arrived, all hell would break loose in the air, territorial instinct kicking in. Any other dragon in the air would have to be smart to avoid the ruckus and the claws that would be whirling overhead. On the negative side, the stench would be terrible to anyone that wasn't a dragon. Ranok himself had a mask over his face, and many soldiers were following suit. Ty was given an overly cheery wave by Ranok. His standard response to her accusations that he was trying to kill her.

Satoshi ||Saurian eyes roll in an oddly human expression of exasperation as the stench of fire, blood, and hormones reaches her nostrils. A veritable dragon cocktail they've cooked up, although Luffy is far from impressed. "Simpletons. They're ruled by their stomachs and everything below." After all, this particular dragon is a magical construct, and not so easily enticed. It'd take much more for her to lose her wits and reason--something along the lines of Satoshi being dangled from a fishing line with a sign that reads "Free dinner". Still muttering darkly to herself, Luffy crabwalks to the edge of the outcrop, peering about in search of her partner.

Kasyr gets an exceedingly amused look, before planting both his hands on his head and leaning back, "Can't really say I've given any thought to chewing on one. I have to say, their particular use for that thing es going to be fitting, however." The kensai does pause, if only to being squinting at the stream of smoke that was trailing in the airships' wake. With a frown his fingers move to the scarf about his neck, unwinding it with all due haste if only so he can draw it over his mouth and nose. Casting one last look towards the plains, the vampire simply bounds over towards the sound of Luffys voice, his enthusiastic 'greeting' to her consisting of quick hop over to a position at the midst of her back. Blessed with supernatural grace, and with a healthy provision of spines upon the dragons back that he can grasp with a gloved hand, Kasyrs quick enough to recuperate his balance and wits, "I suppose we ought to oversee things, as it were." That said, he's quick enough to simply falls into a crouch, one hand still holding onto luffy to allow him to maintain his balance, while the other moves to his forehead so that he can pull down the goggles which are nigh-perpetually perched there. About damn time they saw some use.

Tysinni glares across the deck at Ranok as he's working on the mechanicals. The man was clearly insane. He couldn't do a damn thing without his little devil machines. And they usually ended badly for her. Her recently healed arm twinges in sympathy at the remembered pain. Technically, that injury hadn't been his fault but she saw no reason not to blame him anyways. The thief leans back against the mast, muttering dire threats about anyone who tried to kill her as she looks through the pack of goodies. She wasn't much for weapons but they had their uses and she wanted to make sure that everything was readily available to her should she need it. About that time, she started noticing a smell. A really bad smell. A horrifyingly, cloying, pervasive stench that seared her nostrils and caused her to nearly fall over. "Damn it all to Hell, Dezro!" He was always doing this sort of thing to her. The thief reaches in her vest to pull out a small scarf that was quicly wrapped around the lower part of her face. She couldn't do anything about her eyes tearing up but the small affect was already making a difference. She cold breathe. Sort of. Marching around the deck area, she makes her way to Roytoc, her comrade in arms that she didn't feel like strangling at the moment. "He's gonna get us all killed, you know. Death as dragon dinner, I'm guessing now."

Satoshi ||A snap of wings precedes the dragon slithering off the rocky peak once Kasyr is aboard. The secondary appendages billow to catch the rising winds and carry her considerable bulk skyward with sudden force, of course with no warning for Kasyr--he's clever enough to know by now, and if not, she won't miss him if he falls, really. The distant roars of dragons, however, urges Luffy to add a few powerful flaps to speed up her climb, quite unwilling to be the female dragon happened upon when the dinner guests arrive hungry and wanting. Once well above the trail of spoke, the glacial saurian begins to circle, lazily keeping up with the drifting airship while likewise keeping a sharp eye out for feral and ancient dragons alike.

Roytoc is sickened by the smell, very much so that he nearly gagged, thinking it time to also put on his mask he slipped it from his belt and held it to his face. It had a thick silky texture to it, though it almost felt like liquid to the touch, its dark and glassy appearance shimmering slightly. It looked as if the thing contained shadows, as if the shadows were trying to escape from the recesses of the mask, though they couldn't, Roy quickly looped his hair into a ponytail and donned the mask. His skin immediately began to glaze over, he looked as if he were being dipped in a dark and sticky river of pitch, his weapons, his suit of armor, even the little bit of exposed skin, was blacker than the shadows, he almost looked invisible on the ship, as dark as he now was. The mask itself covered his face completely, it had no characteristics to it, no eye holes or anything, though Roy could see perfectly from inside of it, as if he were wearing no mask, it wasn't thin enough to breath as easily though, it felt like thicker air coming in then going out, it was a fine trade-off though. The mask also prevented most toxins and gasses from permeating into it, that included the horrid smell exploding outward and all over the ship, it truly was a horrible smell. Roytoc flexed his arms a bit and stood up straighter looking to Barra, the shadow grinned, "Twins," He hissed, his Drow accent almost making it indecipherable, he pointed to Roy and himself. Roy nodded, "Indeed, my brother," Roytoc said, though the mask as well magically altered his voice, making it to sound like a grizzled middle-aged man, instead of the honey-smooth semi-deep that was his norm. Barra and Roy looked -exactly- the same their eyes didn't shine through or anything, they were both now just shadows, though their stances were different, Roy stood leisurely and confident, whereas Barra stood with a tensed violent demeanor, the mask didn't affect Barra's voice though, it was still a rough demented hiss. He looked around the ship and smiled, "This will be one for the history books, my friends," The grizzled voice called out, ones who hadn't seen him done the mask would wonder who had just spoken, while others would think it strange what the mask did. He jumped upon the main mast and quickly climbed it, he gripped one of the ropes tightly with a gauntleted hand and leaned to the right, pivoting himself in a spread eagle position, though one leg and hand remained on the mast. He looked down to Ty and laughed, a raspy grizzled old chuckle, "I'm not so sure about that, though I will agree for the most part," The old voice called out. Roy looked over to the oncoming castle, its spires clear to his view, he drew his sabre and flourished it outward, "For Cornelius!" He bellowed, "For Nia!" The voice echoed out into the world, the grizzled old ranger now had a voice to match. If any could see his eyes they would see them as a piercing red, excitement glowing from them.

Ranok || It was crunch time. Ranok had the sails billowed to full, every single one. The ship lurches forward on its final approach as fast as it can go. The ship goes towards that dark castle, dragging is smoke and the hopes and dark cargo it carried towards that forbidding castle. Ranok mans the wheel with a steady hand. The ship dips down dangerously low, nearly hitting the parapets of the outerwalls. Any archers that had thought to take potshots at the ship that happened to be on the walls would be sent scurrying. The airship wasn't in danger of anything but heavy ordinance, and at this point, absolutely nothing would stop it. Ranok would later claim it to be intentional, but it was accidental. He was just trying to cut altitude, but it worked out in the end. As they clear the wall, he gives to order to the soldiers and the infiltrators. Their cloaks would have to be turned on, and everyone needed to jump. The elerium bracers would make their falls light and airy, with no chance of a hard landing. As Roytoc, Tysinni, and Mahri would all be invisible at that point thanks to the cloaks of hiding they wore, the soldiers would be the targets to acquire. That, and the fermin crewmen who had, moments before, been informed what was up and handed their own bracers made of the very elerium of the ship they served on only a handful of days before. The soldiers being targets were taken into accound, however. Their falls were faster, their bracers taking less mass away. Their landing was subsequently harder, but they all toughed it out without incident, due to their physical training. The infiltrators would land in their various ways. Mahri would disappear the instant she touched ground, off to perform some hidden task she had not informed Ranok about when she agreed to perform the mission. As for Roy and Ty, they would have to meet up in whatever way they could. Once the soldiers touched ground, they and the crewmen would immediately head out to cover, regardless of any archers on the walls that might have been taking potshots so they could rally and then move from there as the situation develops. Any wounded would be dragged along and quickly tended to with powerful painkillers and magical solutions. The dead would be left where they laid. As for the airship, it screams overhead as it scrabbles for altitude to clear the opposite parapet. It clears and circles around, the smoke belching out from the rear of the ship. The ship itself was actually on fire by this point, the ropes burnt up to the railing they hung from. Ranok swivels to his target: the gatehouse as the weakest part of any wall being the door. Even if it were solid metal, it would have to be thinner then the stone around or or it'd not be able to move. Only Ranok and the other soldier who would be piloting Johnny were left on the airship. That, and the explosive ordinance aboard. The soldier was in Johnny and ready to go, but Ranok was not yet in his own Doorknocker. He slams the wheel around as he sails over his target, setting off a switch with his other hand as he does. The ropes securing the elerium would be burnt through, snapping with a rapid series of whips and snaps. The turn would then see the plates slide to the side, hard. And then burst through the railing on the ship, sending nearly all the plates falling off the ship. Just enough were left aboard to give the ship some float, but not enough to keep it aloft. Ranok locks the wheel and runs to the contraption behind him. He leaps in and slams the covering closed. By that point, Johnny had made his way to the rear of the ship. The instant the wheel was locked, he himself leapt off. Ranok himself was jumping just moments after, as the ship headed towards its target. The elerium plating taken off the ship would slow the fall of both, a good amount of mass offset. The sheer size of the things would help further. Both men and machine slam into the ground, adopting the age old landing position, with feet splayed and legs moving into a crouch, and fist slamming the ground with a heavy thud. The airship holds its course steady. Nothing would stop it at that point. It may be felt that such a sight needed a keening wail as the airship lived up to its name as it slammed into the gatehouse, but it was eerily silent. Just the whoosh of air and the crunch of wood splintering. But that sound of wood crushing behind weight and momentum was nearly immediately engulfed by the absolutely massive explosion that followed. Anything standing near the gatehouse would be obliterated, and debris would be ejected outwards. The ship acted like an enormous shaped charge, the explosion moving inwards towards the heart of the fortress, not outwards. The group that had been dropped off moments before were shielded by the fortress itself, dropped on the opposite side where the door was likely to be, if the standard castle design was followed. Ranok and Johnny would be fine, as well. The explosion was felt, but weathered in their thick and heavy machines. Debris would rattle on the armored shell of both, their backs to it to prevent any getting in the viewports. Their outer surfaces would be speckled with dirt, rocks, and anything else that flew through the air, but their operations would be fine, the joints protected and the metal withstanding it. Both would turn as the fireball rose into the sky and enter the fort through the hole they made. Debris and any shatter resistance would be knocked silly by the two hulking monstrosities. They were named after that purpose, after all. That would be how the pair entered the fort of the Parasite they just slapped openly in the face, to meet up with the soldiers and access the situation afterwards.

An enormous explosion rocks the area with a distinct impact that would be felt on the ears of anyone on the entire island. Shortly after, smoke would be rising from the north: right where Vuryal's fortress lies.

Tysinni watches Roytoc climb for only a minute before turning her attention back to the contents of her new pack. Reaching inside, she withdrew the bracers made of elerium before snapping them around her own wrists. The unfamiliar weight was strange at first, but the thief shrugs it off. She wasn't pick pocketing tonight. They wouldn't be in the way. More items are removed from the pack, secreted and secured against her own body before she draws on the cloak. She remembered the effectiveness of the garment from the night before. She was happy to have it again. A quick motion and the catch is secured but not activated. She would wait until the last second before doing that. Her preparations complete, the thief heads for the railing along the side of the ship, taking up a post near Mahri. Soon Roytoc would join them and they'd make the jump on Ranok's command. "He better be right about these…" Ty was putting a great deal of faith into his planning and devices. She had to trust him. As the ship flew over the outermost wall, she reached up to activate the cloak, knowing that she was now invisible to others. The presence of her fellow compatriots nearby comforted her somewhat as she prepared to leap from the 'Fly Bye'. The order was given and she takes a deep breath before jumping over the railing and falling to the ground. It was a singular sensation, the slow fall that heralded the true beginning of their mission. Tysinni would gaze over the fortress, taking her first look at the immense building upclose as she fell. Moments later, she touched down, stumbling a few steps before coming to a halt. Immediately she starts to move, heading directly towards the inner wall of the castle. She could see Mahri heading off on her own and she only hoped that Roytoc would meet her near the penetration point. Her safe arrival at the meetup zone is broken up by the loudest explosion she had ever heard, blasting her ears and rocking her footing. The thief reaches out with a hand to catch hold of the wall, letting out a low whistle to alert Roytoc to her presence even as she struggled to get her own hearing back.

Roytoc stayed on the ship until the very last second, his cloaks billowing in the ravaging wind, the walls came closer and closer until finally Roy jumped, he was sure everyone else had jumped a little sooner or the same time as him. He couldn't be distinguished at all hopping from the ship, his form as dark and wavering as Barra's who flew down as slowly as Roy, the shadow-equivalent of the bracers working the same, the two fell just blank humanoid shapes, no characteristics. Roy thought he felt a few arrows whiz past him but he was too intent upon the mayhem at hand to notice, as he neared the ground he quickly tightened his muscles for a roll, which he did with precise ease, rolling and activating the cloak as well, Barra following suit, they both became invisible, disappearing completely from view. Roy heard the whistle immediately and quickly strode towards the sound of it, firing off a sharp, "Barra," To alert the invisible shadow to his presence, the explosion nearly crippled him, his ears ringing and his strides becoming clumsy for a few seconds. Roy quickly shook it off and continued the run, thinking the feel invisibility to be an odd one indeed; he was making his way towards the inner-wall of the castle, knowing that that was the direction he had heard the whistle from. His footsteps were as silent and invisible as his passing, the sounds of chaos brought back a nostalgic feeling, one of the old memories of his House destroying another House, he didn't quite like the memory, but it did excite him. Roy knew Barra was right at his heels, the intuition that he always got when his shadow was released upon the world, he hoped he would listen to the plan and not cause too much trouble… Or should Roy just send him off to sabotage things… No, it was too risky, even for his shadow… And so the infiltration was about to begin, his eyes burned so fiercely he was be sure they would be soon through the mask, though they weren't.