The atmosphere is already thick with anticipation, like the heavy quiet before a thunderstorm, the Gallows on-edge after the sudden rousing and directing of those appropriate for field work to the docks. Jayce is one of the many that find difficulty in sleeping thereafter, and thus starts his day remarkably early, trying to ignore the unease nipping at his heels. He still isn't terribly familiar with even a small portion of Riftwatch (though this isn't any different from his social pattern in Piltover, either), but he suspects Ellie is one of the members to answer the call.
He wonders how she and the others are doing, really, against an alleged sea dragon.
He wonders what a sea dragon actually looks like.
He's asking someone to explain who or what the Venatori are when the call to arms sounds. More specifically, when another pops their head around the corner to shout that the ferry has just been eaten ("What?" "Yeah! Well, some. Maybe. Big turtle-looking thing attacked. Might be survivors!"), double-takes and, recognizing Jayce as someone who has been learning griffon-handling, hollers at him to grab a weapon and hop onto one.
Griffon, that is.
Absolutely terrifying, really, but the possibility of survivors leaves no room for question.
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A [ different threads ok! brief rescue mission(s) that precede prompt B. ] Deft maneuvering of a griffon is far beyond his current skill set, so he's brought a coil of thick rope to help in retrieving those aboard (or once aboard) the ferry. He is not expecting to see the ferry itself lodged upon the enormous shell of a turtle-thing that apparently woke up this morning and chose violence, so he leaves the retrieval of those poor souls on said ferry to riders far more skilled than him in favor of collecting the people treading water.
Upon finding one such person, he loops around and tosses down one end of the rope, the other end tied to the saddle. "Grab on!"
B [ one thread! rescue mission gone wrong, oops. ] After dropping off a(nother) soaked Riftwatch member onto land, Jayce circles back to the monstrous turtle's location, just in time for the enchantment on said turtle to weaken enough for it to reconsider its march toward the docks. He's not expecting the turtle to pivot (and especially not as quickly as it does); the sudden action, close enough to feel the resultant gust of air, deeply offends his griffon, who shrieks and rolls to avoid it.
Folks, Jayce was not ready for this. Not in the slightest. One moment, he's upright and sweaty, and the next the world's completely upside down and he's scrambling to stay on and that's another roll and sudden defiance of gravity to avoid the jaws of said turtle and, well.
There he goes, unceremoniously tossed off the back of the griffon. His landing on the back of the turtle knocks the breath out of him, not to mention potentially knocks over whoever might have the misfortune of being in his trajectory.
You know, in addition to the misfortunate of literally everything else today. Hopefully they don't get clocked by the warhammer strapped to his back, though!
chaos in kirkwall, ota
He wonders how she and the others are doing, really, against an alleged sea dragon.
He wonders what a sea dragon actually looks like.
He's asking someone to explain who or what the Venatori are when the call to arms sounds. More specifically, when another pops their head around the corner to shout that the ferry has just been eaten ("What?" "Yeah! Well, some. Maybe. Big turtle-looking thing attacked. Might be survivors!"), double-takes and, recognizing Jayce as someone who has been learning griffon-handling, hollers at him to grab a weapon and hop onto one.
Griffon, that is.
Absolutely terrifying, really, but the possibility of survivors leaves no room for question.
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A [ different threads ok! brief rescue mission(s) that precede prompt B. ]
Deft maneuvering of a griffon is far beyond his current skill set, so he's brought a coil of thick rope to help in retrieving those aboard (or once aboard) the ferry. He is not expecting to see the ferry itself lodged upon the enormous shell of a turtle-thing that apparently woke up this morning and chose violence, so he leaves the retrieval of those poor souls on said ferry to riders far more skilled than him in favor of collecting the people treading water.
Upon finding one such person, he loops around and tosses down one end of the rope, the other end tied to the saddle. "Grab on!"
B [ one thread! rescue mission gone wrong, oops. ]
After dropping off a(nother) soaked Riftwatch member onto land, Jayce circles back to the monstrous turtle's location, just in time for the enchantment on said turtle to weaken enough for it to reconsider its march toward the docks. He's not expecting the turtle to pivot (and especially not as quickly as it does); the sudden action, close enough to feel the resultant gust of air, deeply offends his griffon, who shrieks and rolls to avoid it.
Folks, Jayce was not ready for this. Not in the slightest. One moment, he's upright and sweaty, and the next the world's completely upside down and he's scrambling to stay on and that's another roll and sudden defiance of gravity to avoid the jaws of said turtle and, well.
There he goes, unceremoniously tossed off the back of the griffon. His landing on the back of the turtle knocks the breath out of him, not to mention potentially knocks over whoever might have the misfortune of being in his trajectory.
You know, in addition to the misfortunate of literally everything else today. Hopefully they don't get clocked by the warhammer strapped to his back, though!