The Delivery (Complete)

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[bg=040707] It was frigidly cold. Thankfully the air was so dry or ice would have formed on Tinker's wingtips. How did I end up with this job? He thought. But of course, the answer was self evident. The Pure Ones always gave him the ugliest jobs. Tinker clutched a sealed envelope in his talons. He assumed it contained a letter although it could just as well be empty. He had simply been instructed to deliver it to the Pirates on the H'rathghar Glacier. When he had opened his beak to ask what it was, he had been shoved out the door and told to shut it. Such was the way in the Pure One's camp.

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[Cleef]

(OOC: Nice cover.)

Cleef was flying near the H'rathghar Glacier. He had decided to fly the Northern Kingdoms for a little change. It was always interesting to check out the Glauxian Retreats and see what trouble the Kraals were stirring up. One of the few problems he had with flying through these kingdoms, however, was the intense cold. With him being a burrowing owl and all, he wasn't really built for the cold, more for the heat of the desert, but he tried not to complain. Although, his legs were getting numb from the cold.

Cleef decided that he should find some solid ground so that he could run around a little, and get the warm blood flowing through his legs again. He landed on the Glacier, a little wobbly, and began to run. It wouldn't take long, as soon as the feeling was back in his legs he would take wing again.

As Cleef ran the length of the Glacier he turned his head to the night sky to get his bearing on which direction he would go. The Glauxian brother retreat was more towards the northern part of the kingdom and a little to the west. Cleef found his coordinates, but not without catching a quick flash. Something had caught the light of the moon. Hmmm, must be someone else flying over the glacier. Maybe one of the Kielian warriors or maybe a hire claw. Could be a rouge collier flying to the beyond. Cleef didn't think to much of it. There was a good amount of owls that wore armor in the Northern Kingdoms. For all he knew it was just a Kraal who had acquired himself some armor.

Cleef's legs returned to feeling and warmth. He lifted off, adjusted himself to the coordinates he had figured, and began to fly towards the Glauxian retreat. He stopped suddenly and began to hover. He thought he had caught another glint again, just in front of him. He focused his vision and thoughts through the dark of night. The owl in front of him appeared to be carrying something. It also appeared to be a Sooty. A sooty owl, in the Northern Kingdoms, wearing armor and possibly delivering something? It all began to add up, but it couldn't be, could it? Yes it could, thought Cleef What other Pure One would carry out a simple delivery mission in the cold of the Northern Kingdoms? Cleef was pretty sure the thing the owl was carrying was an envelope.

Cleef decided to tail this owl, just in case it wasn't who he thought it was. He made sure to stick a solid distance behind while he tailed the owl. He didn't want the owl to turn on him and it to turn out to be some Sooty owl brute. if it was, he probably wouldn't be to happy about a shadow. He had seen some small owls that could pack a punch. Especially if they new how to take the breath of Qui.....

[Felidae]

Feliah flew towards the cold Ice Lands. She had left the Great Tree a while ago, In search of her secrets that were buried deep in her past. With the little information her memories provided, It had brought her up to these cold lands. She wasn't sure how this all was connected with her past... But she trusted her instincts.

Carefully, Using her finely tuned Navigation Skills, She headed towards the only place she could remember to have something connected to her past... The Glauxian Retreats.

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[bg=040707] Tinker was worried. There were many unsavory owls around though he had only been over land for a few hours. There was still a long way to go, perhaps several night's flight. His surrounding were not the only thing plaguing Tinker. He had been given a full set of quite fine equipment. His superiors must have had a good reason for equipping him as such. Below was mostly frozen waste though he was sure there were plenty of owls around happy to call this place home. Ahead, Tinker spotted a white owl silhouetted against a distant mountain. He squinted, confused. The plumage was the wrong color for a snowy owl and it was too small anyway. Tinker shook his head and returned his eyes to his course. It was none of his business and it was too cold to go examine everything he saw.

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[Cleef]

Cleef was becoming more and more sure of who this owl may be, but one of the things that threw him off was the armor this owl was wearing. The Sooty wore a finely made battle mask and a pair of deadly looking talons. If this was Tinker, he was wearing some very fine armor. Usually the Pure Ones didn't give the "lower class" tytos this fine of equipment. Cleef stored that thought and continued to trail the owl. The sooty was going very near the direction of the Glauxian retreat. If it was Tinker he could at least say hello. Although Cleef said it could just be a hello, it would probably branch off from that.

[Gabjas]

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[bg=6a2100] It had been a few weeks or so since Tinker had departed from the tree - his true identity had gone undetected and chatter about the Pure One intrusion had died down to a light whisper between owlets as they perched in the Dining Hollow. Prue had continued her lessons in the art of Colliering, it had been her meritorious dream to achieve the role as the Colliering ryb ever since she had arrived at the Tree herself - she only hoped that she would one day be deemed capable of such a task. The first golden rays of sunlight had just poured over the vista. Prue ambled towards her hollow, exasperated after spending the entire night tucked away in a nook in the Library, studying the many differing types of coals - Bonk, Cold, Glowworms and many others. Prue stepped into her hollow greeted by an inviting calm. Prue took a step towards her fire, which she had set up to not only provide warmth for her often brumal hollow as well as for her firesight. Prue had been born a Flame Reader, and had discovered her skill at a very young age. She peered into the fire, clearing her thoughts - the obscured silhouette of an owl came into view, in his talons, he appeared to be clutching a letter of some sort. Ignoring this odd vision within the fire, she shut her eyes and felt herself drift off into an absorbed slumber. A thick fog surrounded Prue, she felt it lift her off the ground with little effort, although her talons were still planted firmly on the ground. Two owls stood just beyond the haze, both vaguely familiar, although their identity was indistinguishable through the fog. "Ma?" Prue whispered. "Da? Is that you?" The owl's reply was not spoken, it seeped into her mind, echoing in her thoughts. "Prue? Is that you dear?" the owl to the left replied - it was her mother's meek voice speaking to her, wasn't it? "You came back for us!" the owl to the right exclaimed in a jovial tone, was it her father? It sounded so much like him. Without stopping to process her actions, Prue flung herself into the open arms of her mother and father. "Oh, Prue. Why would you ever leave us behind?" her mother asked, her voice had a malicious air to it. Prue stared in horror as the two owls that had impersonated her deceased parents now underwent a startling transformation. Her 'mother's' eyes burned with the intensity of Bonk coals, her face grew larger and slid into an almost moon-like disk - the mild face of her mother became tainted with a wistful elegance. A deadly beauty. Thalia! Her 'father' began to hunch over, his very being morphing from that of an owl to a grotesque abomination of nature - could it be? A Shriek? "Why would you ever leave the Pure Ones?" Thalia intoned. NO! NO! Prue's mind screamed. Her eyes flew open as she cautiously glanced around her hollow - it was fine. It had just been a daymare, Prue thought to herself. But Prue couldn't shake the sickly feeling that it was more than just a dream.

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[Felidae]

Feliah flapped her wings harder, trying to fly through these harsh winds.

The weather had changed suddenly, from sun to clouds in a matter of seconds. No Owl should fly in these conditions, but Feliah was determined to reach where her memories had shown her to go.

Suddenly, a large gust of wind and snow flung her backwards. Before she could stop herself, she collided with a Sooty Owl.

[Sompom]

(OOC: Sun? )

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[bg=040707] Just what we need. A storm. Tinker thought. He started examining the ground for a place to land and wait out the bad weather. Suddenly the white silhouette shifted and revealed itself to be a barn owl, being carried back by a blast of wind. Tinker adjusted his grip on the letter, moving it to one talon, and grabbed for the small barn owl with the other.

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[Felidae]

(OCC: I meant, Like weak sun with clouds )

Feliah stopped suddenly, realising the Sooty had caught hold of her. She struggled out of his grip, hovering next to him, "Sorry," She said, "You ok?"

[Gabjas]

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[bg=6a2100] The harsh glare of sunlight met Prue's eyes, evidently, it was much too early for any sane owl to depart for any distance, especially one as far as the Northern Kingdoms. She would wait out the day, and by nightfall, take flight. She had devised a route that would take her straight through the Ice Narrows, providing her with a rest at either the Ice Dagger or Dark Fowl Island (which was a rather pleasant place in her opinion, despite it's deceiving name). She would then travel over the Everwinter Sea towards the Hrath'ghar Glacier, where she assumed her vision of the strange owl with his mysterious letter had originated from. As the moon arose fresh in the sky, Prue took wing. Prue struggled to find her bearings among the tumultuous waves. Prue felt as if her wings were steadily tearing off, and every muscle in her body ached as she darted between the crashing tide. A sizable wave began to rise, obstructing her from her path - Prue gave a sharp turn in hopes of escaping the waves grasp. A searing pain shot through her body as she felt herself collide with a force equivalent to stone. Prue disappeared beneath the folds of water, a gasp for breath escaped her beak as she sank under.

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[Cleef]

Cleef watched as a pure white barn owl came tumbling towards the sooty. The sooty owl quickly adjusted the letter into one of his talons, and caught the barn owl in the other. Tinker has some nice reflexes, thought Cleef. He was now certain that this owl was Tinker, everything added up. If this owl did turn out to not be Tinker, Cleef was sure he could manage. He flew up to the two, now hovering, owls and asked "Are you two alright?"

[Gabjas]

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[bg=6a2100] A throbbing pain continued to pound in the back of her head, Prue's eyes flung open as she realized that she was on solid ice, no longer swallowed by the sea. She peered around, only to find the stout figure of a Puffin smiling back at her. The Puffin opened his beak to introduce himself, although he quickly realized that Prue could not decipher what he was saying as he spoke in the Puffin tongue. "Bisshen Krakish?" Do you speak Krakish? Prue asked the Puffin as he waddled up to her. The Puffin gave an energetic nod. He continued to explain how he had dragged her to shore after witnessing the wave pull her underwater. He then politely offered Prue a fish or two - Prue didn't find fish particularly appetizing, though she was starved, so she accepted greatfully. As Prue prepared to leave, they exchanged goodbyes, Prue thanked him for his generousity. "Takk." Thank you. "Gare heeldvig." he replied. Think nothing of it.

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[Sompom]

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[bg=040707] Tinker squinted at the small owl. She was obviously not from around here. For any other reason, she spoke Hoolian. Tinker gave her a curious look What is such a small, unarmed barn owl doing all the way out here? Movement - and a voice - from behind startled Tinker. The voice he knew well. "Cleef!? What are you doing all the way out here?"

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[Felidae]

Feliah watched as a small brown Owl flew up, "I'm fine..." She replied to the Burrowing Owl. It was strange there were so many Owls out in the harsh conditions.

The winds were picking up, slowly turning into a storm. Feliah fought hard to keep airborne, snow and ice sticking to her wings. If I don't get a move on soon... Feliah thought, I'll never make it too the Retreat...

Waiting for the other Owls reply, Feliah flexed her talons, Which were now becoming numb.

[Gabjas]

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[bg=6a2100] She passed with ease, between the thick walls of ice that provided a narrow entrance into the Northern Kingdoms, as she had flown this path many a time. With her energy and determination renewed, she continued past the Ice Dagger, on her way to Dark Fowl Island. Prue ducked beneath the curl of a wave, pulling her self out of the tunnel-like passage before it collapsed in on itself. She then spiraled upward, entering a calm layer of air just below the pull of a katabat. The sight of Dark Fowl brought a wave of relief to Prue, she dipped beneath the currents of air and prepared to land on the icy ground. Prue found a reasonable shelter excavated out of a thick mound of ice and began to pick at her fresh kill - a fat lemming that she had tracked in the snow using her acute eyesight and hearing. Rested and satiated, Prue departed from Dark Fowl and headed North, over the Everwinter Sea.

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