"Get them up...now!"
The massive skyship, The Xiuhcoatl, hung in the sky over the village with dozens of rope ladders hung over her rails. Quick as they were able, people were climbing upwards toward the ship. On the horizon was a massive wave of water. A dam built by an Elven nation in the East, had been destroyed just before dawn. Who'd destroyed the dam of old, was as yet not known. Several small villages had already been swept up and wiped from the face of Rhydin by the hungry waves of water.
"Duncan, get those people by the blacksmith shop!" Zayveon pointed down at a family upon a rooftop. The blue skinned bulk with horns that was Duncan gave a nod of his head and motioned to several crew members with jet packs strapped to their backs. A spread of wings and Duncan swooped downward from The Xiuhcoatl with the others in jet packs to retrieve the family. Antaeus, a green furred, upright walking bear with a rather large set of wings, was busy with other crew members helping people up over the railings and onto the deck of the skyship. "Come on...easy now...we've got you."
Waves started to attack the first homes made of earth. They stood little chance and fell quickly the heavy slap of waves as they were crushed. Like homes made out of toothpicks and paste, they were broken up and swept along as easily as a feather upon a rushing river.
"Zayveon! There's two children by the well !" Lena, a smaller gargoyle pointed over the railing at brother and sister huddled by town's drinking well. Zayveon tapped a quick fingertip to the railing and then motioned to Antaeus. Grabbing up a rope from the deck, Zayveon quickly bound it around his waist and tossed the other end at Antaeus. "Tie it off...and get ready to pull." A nod exchanged between the two and suddenly Zayveon leapt onto the railing, standing but for a moment before he dove down at the ground below. Just as Zayveon drew near in his plunge, the waves met the town's well. Antaeus, instead of tying off the rope motioned to several other crew members and they all grabbed hold of the rope. "Hold fast!" A sudden lurch of the rope in a strong tug. Everyone holding on gripped firmly as they scooted a few inches toward the railing with the force. "Hold...hold....Pull lads! Pull...pull...put your backs into it! Pull damn you!" Antaeus shouted at the others. Slowly, they ushered the rope inch by inch upwards. As the drew each inch upwards, more crew members flocked over to grab up an open section of rope and help in the tugging. Duncan and Eltar, a serpant of reddish tone who held wings like most of the crew, moved to the railing. Each reached over the rail and slowly, they pulled Zayveon over the railing to settle him onto the deck. He was soaking wet from head to toe. As was the two children he held within his arms. "Medic!" Shouted Duncan as he worked the rope from around Zayveon's waist, were the rope had cut into his clothing and in turn, his flesh. Blood of deep crimson stained the deck while the village below was swept away from view by the rushing waves.
The massive skyship, The Xiuhcoatl, hung in the sky over the village with dozens of rope ladders hung over her rails. Quick as they were able, people were climbing upwards toward the ship. On the horizon was a massive wave of water. A dam built by an Elven nation in the East, had been destroyed just before dawn. Who'd destroyed the dam of old, was as yet not known. Several small villages had already been swept up and wiped from the face of Rhydin by the hungry waves of water.
"Duncan, get those people by the blacksmith shop!" Zayveon pointed down at a family upon a rooftop. The blue skinned bulk with horns that was Duncan gave a nod of his head and motioned to several crew members with jet packs strapped to their backs. A spread of wings and Duncan swooped downward from The Xiuhcoatl with the others in jet packs to retrieve the family. Antaeus, a green furred, upright walking bear with a rather large set of wings, was busy with other crew members helping people up over the railings and onto the deck of the skyship. "Come on...easy now...we've got you."
Waves started to attack the first homes made of earth. They stood little chance and fell quickly the heavy slap of waves as they were crushed. Like homes made out of toothpicks and paste, they were broken up and swept along as easily as a feather upon a rushing river.
"Zayveon! There's two children by the well !" Lena, a smaller gargoyle pointed over the railing at brother and sister huddled by town's drinking well. Zayveon tapped a quick fingertip to the railing and then motioned to Antaeus. Grabbing up a rope from the deck, Zayveon quickly bound it around his waist and tossed the other end at Antaeus. "Tie it off...and get ready to pull." A nod exchanged between the two and suddenly Zayveon leapt onto the railing, standing but for a moment before he dove down at the ground below. Just as Zayveon drew near in his plunge, the waves met the town's well. Antaeus, instead of tying off the rope motioned to several other crew members and they all grabbed hold of the rope. "Hold fast!" A sudden lurch of the rope in a strong tug. Everyone holding on gripped firmly as they scooted a few inches toward the railing with the force. "Hold...hold....Pull lads! Pull...pull...put your backs into it! Pull damn you!" Antaeus shouted at the others. Slowly, they ushered the rope inch by inch upwards. As the drew each inch upwards, more crew members flocked over to grab up an open section of rope and help in the tugging. Duncan and Eltar, a serpant of reddish tone who held wings like most of the crew, moved to the railing. Each reached over the rail and slowly, they pulled Zayveon over the railing to settle him onto the deck. He was soaking wet from head to toe. As was the two children he held within his arms. "Medic!" Shouted Duncan as he worked the rope from around Zayveon's waist, were the rope had cut into his clothing and in turn, his flesh. Blood of deep crimson stained the deck while the village below was swept away from view by the rushing waves.