Ghost ship in the ghost shipyard

[Armond]

This is interesting. I wonder what kind of place this is?

Armond thought as the small ship made port and the seamen mechanically went through their duties with machine like movements. He noticed one of them having lost an arm sometime during work and made a note to fix that when he got back, until then he sent the zombie into the cargo hold to avoid complications. His experience said that necromancers weren't allowed anymore.
When the landing was done he had the entire crew, aside from a simulacrum of a rather large seaman armed with a wooden mace and a knife, to remain on the ship and pretend to be normal living humans, but make no contact with outsiders except from to keep them off the ship or chase them away from it.
The remaining seaman followed him ashore as he carefully stepped down on the pier, surprised over how steady it was as he started to walk down it.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

((Lol... seamen... TEEHEE!))

A rather short fellow looked up at the ship that had arrived, his hair was an odd shade of blue-green, probably rather close to a seafoam hue. His face was riddled with the intricasies of tattoos of maching color to his hair, believe it or not and they were accented nicely with the striking purple of the being's eyes that scanned Armond's ship for a few seconds, "S'they were righ'... An' now I 'ave tah fin' 'im..." his voice was thick laden with a Scots-Irish accent that nicely carried his words to the ear. Speaking of ears, this guy had them... long ones protruding from the side of his head. This fellow was an elf, a suprisingly short elf. He stood at four feet, ten inches tall- odd considering most elves were usually rather tall.

The elf turned about, a perfect military about-face and he looked around, the entirety of his expression lost due to the respirator covering the lower half of his face so whatever smile, frown, or whatever his face was in- it was completely lost on anyone around him.

This elf was named Terent... if you wanted to know... but you probably didn't care, oh well.

[Armond]

Armond was still around, having decided that it's best to know the surrounding area before venturing to far ahead. As he passed by the ship again he heard someone talk to himself, but the voice sounded rather odd, as if the speaker was speaking through some sort of machine.
Armond gave his bodyguard a silent command to find whoever spoke, and walked through the mist until he found the... Man? That had spoken. Undead minions can be so useful sometimes.
Having heard that whoever this was were looking for him he decided to make the first move, if he was hostile it was always good to be the first one to react, and this was the best way since he didn't know for sure whether he was hostile or not.

"Good evening, you were looking for me?"

To bad he was facing the other way, Armond didn't get much fun on the ship and seeing the mans (though Armond wasn't sure it was a man just yet, he just assumed from the voice) reaction would have been fun, probably.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Terent looked towards Armond, "Tha' woul' depend now wouldn' i'? Terent tilted his head to the side slightly, his elven ears were perked up and alert, "Are ye Armon'?" the elf's respirator clicked in a barely audible manner every time her switched from inhaling to exhaling which was a rather odd feature, it promised to perhaps get rather irritating over time if one didn't learn to ignore the little damnation of a noise. "Though from wha' I'd t'see... ye are. B'cause I don' thin' much o' anyone excep' thah owner of thi' ship woul' care if I was 'ere..." Terent's voice was a light and airy one, very much what one might expect to hear from an elf's mouth, it was a distinctly male's voice from how he talked with it but it seemed to almost have an androgynous quality to it's tune and musical quality. It was a strange voice that most would only attribute to elves.

((if you need a Terent-English translation... feel free to ask.))

[Armond]

Armond was quite surprised that the, he assumed that it was an elf or something similar, knew his name. And for that matter, that it was his ship. He just barely managed to keep his face under control as he answered.

"Yes, that would be me though the ship isn't mine. I would appear to be expected, how come?"

This was almost certainly bad, whoever this is he was most likely out and looking for him to drag him back to court, or something less polite. Not quite what Armond was in the mood for, as you may have guessed.
So he kept his bodyguard zombie under close control so he could have it move in a split second, while he silently made the other zombies quietly get off the ship and come closer, both under water and on the pier.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"I was lead tah believe ye owned thah ship... bu' tha's no' impor'ant." Terent gave Armond a polite nod, "I'm 'ere to extend an invitation t'ye, Askin' if ye'd like t'follow me tah Twiligh' Moon 'Cademy. We'd like t'ave ye there." Terent was of course asking if this Armond fellow would like to become a student, how polite of him. "I' migh' interest ye t'know tha' Th'Cademy is a general safezone where ye're safe from any non-school rela'ed dange's.." Usually that was a strongpoint for a lot of people who were potential Twilight Moon Academy students, so Terent made note to mention it to Armond.

[Armond]

So, this did sound good. Really good. The more reason to be suspicious, but Armond was really swaying to accepting the invitation and take a chance.
Though, he wasn't all to much of a gambler. So it might be worth poking a bit deeper into the stuff before diving into it.

"That sounds most interesting, mr...? (Armond waited to get a name before continuing.) But I do hope you don't mind me asking, do the academy mind the art of necromancy?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Terent." Terent stated, giving Armond his name. Upon hearing the rest of the statement he had to suppress some laughter, "I can recall two necromancers actually, though one d'cided tah leave an' the other lost 'is powers in an unfortuna'e accident." he nodded, "Thah ki' knew wha' 'e was doin' though an' he chose t'lose 'is powers." Terent was telling the truth there, and he added that little bit there so TMA didn't sound like so much of a dangerous place. Danger only came to those who went out looking for it. People were perfectly able to spend thier time at Twilight Moon Academy without getting themselves in danger, in trouble, or killed.

[Armond]

Armond nodded and smiled a bit. Felt good every now and then. It sounded like a good place, and having mentioned two existing necromancers made it sound like they were welcome, without making it sound suspiciously good. Maybe it was an opportunity worth going for.

"Well then, mr.Terent. It sounds like something I can't pass up on, so I will gladly accept. How do we get there?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"I's jus' Terent... an' mah 'complice Smi'y is currently arrangin' our transport. They shoul' be 'ere any minute." Terent was rather fortunate that a good many people and beings owed Smitty a favor or two... otherwise Terent would be well out of luck because Terent had no real means of transportation... at all, and Terent wasn't a real big fan of hitchhiking. Too many unsavory peoples could possibly be met along the trip if you travel in that manner.

Terent tapped his foot half impatiently on the wooden platform of the docks, his purple eyes scanning the skies to see if anything lingered up there, even though the dense foggy mist kept one from seeing too terribly much skyward. The Ghost Shipyard was such a dreary place.

[Armond]

Armond nodded and waited patiently, ordering his undead back to the ship. If it wasn't necessary anymore it was most definitely not going to lay around to be tracked. So while they waited all the undead quietly went back to the ship, and the sounds of it leaving port could be heard through the mist for a while, with crew and everything only to sink itself around southern Europe, which Armond considered a good spot that should cause some confusion among anyone trying to follow him.

No turning back now... He thought as the crew went out of range for silent contact.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

The beating of wings came from the skies above and a furious wind started beating down on the two, the thick damp air rushing past them. "Good job, Smi'y!" Terent shouted as a large beast lowered to hover in front of the two, a massive dark red hued dragon, it's golden eyes looking from Terent to Armond, only giving Terent a moment's glance- it seemed a little annoyed with the elf, actually.

"Mraaaaarrrrkekekekekekarrrrrr...." came a croaking noise, not from the dragon, but from a small being that sat atop the dragon's head, it seemed to be a gecko of sorts. A small green bodied lizard with dragonfly wings attached to it's back.

"Aye, Smi'y. I comple'ly agree wi' ye..." Terent nodded, responding to the small croaking creature that was apparently Smitty.

Yay for helpful gecko dragons who go and get larger, more helpful dragons.

[Armond]

Armond was stunned. Not only that he hadn't seen a dragon before, or expected one, or the fact that it had some reptilian rider, or that Terent somehow understood what it said. To be honest, he was rather nervous about the entire academy thing, but this really put a crown on things.
He tried his best not to show it though, but was visibly both sweating lightly and had shaking hands and his eyes were a bit to wide open.

And thus I dive into... What? Madness? I hardly left that at all, so I don't know what this is going to be. But it seems more promising than everything else right now, and I've cut my lifeline.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Smitty took flight, his translucent wings buzzing as he made his little gecko-dragon-y way towards Terent though suprisingly he turned towards Armond instead, "Mraaaarkerarkeraaack..." he croaked, his gaze flickering towards Terent.

"Uh... Armond... i's okay, i's no' goin' tah ea' us... Smi'y 'elped 'im ou' one time- picked some 'miscellaneous thin's' from i's teeth and i' owed Smi'y a favor..." Terent nodded while Smitty cringed- obviously dragon dental work wasn't a fun line of work to be in at times. Terent walked towards the gargantuan maroon dragon and smiled, "We'll 'ave tah go withou' a saddle or anythin'- luckily it's no' a far fligh' and we shoul' be fine- I'll make sure ye don' fall." Terent gave Armond a reassuring smile... though considering the possibility of falling... it wasn't so reassuring.

[Armond]

Armond shook his head a few times to calm down and think more clearly, a habit he had developed at an early age. He looked at the two newcomers to the scene and nodded politely.

"A pleasure to meet you both, I trust the flight will be uneventful as you seem rather skilled in the air."

He said, being polite never hurt anyone. And it might be a good idea to be extra careful about that towards someone who will carry you high up in the air. Some people connected dark powers to evil, and that in turn to bad manners. They were often the ones killed early on unless they were actually really strong, Armond wasn't, he knew that. So he tried to keep on friendly ground when possible.