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EPISODE 15: The Elven Touch

What a surprise. Looks like Princess Carrot Queen dipped into her ole father's coin purse again...

Ricven called it on the head. He and his crew returned to Cruxhaven, completely renovated to the shrubby extreme. While they were away, and Aethenius and Hanakin ventured to Sesskel, Klarissa refashioned the entire bastion into an orchard paradise fit for a majestic elf god, or an elf goddess for Klarissa's sake. Jungles shadowed the fields of green. She even managed to plant her aqua gems across the hanging earth, fashioning rivers that poured into Cruxhaven's cosmic abyss.

"The Crux's gone gay!" Ricven japed as he strolled out of the airship. He feasted his eyes on Cruxhaven's lush décor, approving with a suck of his teeth. The fort needed the uplift severely. Leave it to the prissy elf to do the deed with overkill. Even the new residence embraced their new home, which Ricven figured played a wonderful helping hand to.

Gone was the musky air of gloomy stone and in with the new herbal essence, and the great gaping hull which housed Mechanova became a whimsical getaway resort of assorted flora blanketing the mechanical workings that the me'ka spent tireless hours infusing through the great fortress.

"Missing a pair of sexy hostesses, but, hey, not bad!"

"It's beautiful!" Fae said in a chortling fit as she zipped ahead for an all-out gander of Cruxhaven's fantastic jungle theme. "It feels more like home!"

"Whoa-Me'ka! She did all of this?!" Deo said from Mechanova's head. He and the others: Gremlyn, Baartimo, and Wickels, scouted the docks' floors, surprised to see the great change, not minding how the elf blanketed much of their Omegatech wired and plated all over the chamber with vines and bush.

"Orange one's been a busy bird," Gremlyn said.

"A lot of magic," Wickels said with a light snort and rubbed his twittering nose. "I can almost smell it."

Ricven snickered. "She never was the type to squat on her ass for too long."

"The Vinepriest Mages of Dawnvale are incredible elementalist," said Cornelius behind him. He situated his pack of Faevalen goods over his back and leveled a hand across the high grass of flowers brushing his knees, caressing a large bellflower charged with brilliant light. "Their methods, however, conflict with Klarissa's uncultivated independence. I see she still spurns their old system of discipline for a more...indigenous course, which explains her wild mark claiming this whole citadel."

"Right," said Ricven. "When she feels like using it."

"Well, I like what she's done with the place. Nose's a bit on the fritz, but I like it," said Wickels. The barrage of scents tingled his twitching nostrils, feeling a sneeze coming on. He sneezed soon after.

"Safe to say the little royal cretin's been splurging on daddy's royal coinage again," Ricven said. He swiveled his eyes about mini jungle again and realized how overrun Cruxhaven really turned out. "Ol' taprootin' hussy got a little too decorative."

"There's flowers everywhere!" Fae said blissfully in her chirpy little trip around the station's new foliage. She discovered a path of vines pulsing brighter than the rest. "She really went all out!"

"More like homesick," Ricven corrected.

"Dawnvalen seeds," said Cornelius as he studied the plants, eying over the blossoming brambles and snaking thickets. "The vines have more than likely claimed the entire fortress since our time away."

"I bet," said Ricven. "Place's better looking than before. Will give Fae something to bother herself with than me."

"Campanulis Belsiris," Cornelius said after intensely confirming the bell-shaped flowers, way too engrossed in the bastion's terraforming. "Dawnvalen bellflowers. Used as a means of communication across Dawnvale..."