Creator groaned as the Goron lifted him from Darkin's shoulders to his own. By slowly lifting his arm and bringing it to his chestplate, he was able to lower his weight once more, hopefully allowing quicker travel. He needed to get to a safe place, and a crater is not a safe place. The loss of weight also helped him, by removing some of the burden on his slowly healing body. "Rito...what are you called?" he asked, realizing that he couldn't call him Rito and avian for the rest of the time, escpeccialy since this certain Rito is helping him.

As he had asked this, he tried to look through his banks of information on Hyrule. Let's see...Hyrule...Hyrule...Smashville...Hyrule....Nothing, besides the races and languages...damn it all... he sighed, as he wondered what awaited him next.

Darkin rolled his eyes. "That guy was heavy, believe me Burlo!" The mage heard the weak voice of the alien, who was still slumped over the Goron's shoulder. Before he could answer, he was interrupted. "Hey buddy... Did you just lose a couple of pounds?" Darkin cocked his head. "Hey, we know you're strong buddy, but you don't have to brag about it." The Goron turned to Darkin wide eyed. "I truly mean it, he feels so much lighter!" Darkin ignored the Goron, and answered back to the creature. "You can call me Darkin. I'm a mage of the Rito race! Many consider me a "legend" back at new Peaktop, but I'm sure there are better mages around." Darkin smiled, and extended a feathered hand. "Pleased to meet you... and your name is?.."

Slowly lifting his own sharp-fingered hands, Creator tried to make his voice loud enough for all three to hear. "I am Creator. . ." he said before moving his head to where he believed the Goron was. "And. . .yes, I have. . .I can do it when needed. . ." he answered, his voice seeming louder without him forcing it to. With the loss of weight, he could speak easier, as there was less pressure on his vocal cords. "So. . .your friend. . .what is he?" he asked, his face pointing away from Darkin.

Turning his head completely around, as to look behind him, when he called out to Burlo. "Hurry up. . .he of inebriated order..." he said, making his voice as loud as possible, but it was only a bit louder than normal. Didn't he say he was a cleric? He should be able to help with healing.

Heh, sounds like a legend to me as well, largest chicken I ever seen.Burlo thought as the birdman bragged of his magical prowess. "Creator, eh? Whut kinda name be dat?" Burlo murmured with a slight smirk. He stared blankly as the strange giant thingy turned and looked at him, slewing together a few fancy words that took him some time to unravel. When he did finally understand the meaning behind the request, he frowned and trundled after them faster, sticking his nose up. As he pulled alongside the thing, he felt something itching--Reaching into the back of his coat, he pulled out his staff, which had lodged uncomfortable outside of it's slot. He stared at the splintered piece of wood for a minute, then remembered. "Yew could...uh, use some healin', couldn't ye?" Burlo stated sheepishly, mad at himself for not thinking of it. Pointing the staff towards the alien figure, he murmured a few inaudible words before speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "I request the Temple Services to heal this injured soul!" He watched the sparks travel down the staff and fly over to Creator, healing his wounds.

As the sparks traveled up and down Creator's body, his hand shot up to the side of his mouthplate, opening it up, long enough for a horrible scream to be let out. It was filled with pain, but soon enough, it became laughter, which became muffled as the mouthplate closed, and Creator's blue and silver eyes surged to life. "That was...it was...exhilarating!" he said, his vocal cords also healed. "You there!" he said, lifting an arm to point at Burlo, "You have earned my thanks as well!" he yelled, before blinking, and putting the arm down. "Best not to tire myself out just after getting healed." he said, quietly.

Darkin jumped at the alien's scream. It was painful. Unbearable. Darkin grabbed Burlo by the shirt, and shook him. "You drunk!! What did you do to him?? Did you mix your spells up?" Darkin's shaking came to a stop, when laughter filled the air.

"That was...it was...exhilarating!"

Darkin smiled, as the creature sprung to life. "Burlo! You did it!" Darkin cried, shaking his hand. "You did good my friend! When we get to Dogura's house, we can fix you up some more." Darkin stared ahead. They were nearing the edge of the desert. It wouldn't be long now...

OOC: Can we get there already? You're supposed to be narrating this thing Worru

OOC: It's your house. After all, I'm pretty sure Dogura would just let the "injured alien" just lay in his backyard. Remind you of anything? Okay, since I'm sure nothing else would happen between now and then, we can just skip there, okay? Uh...How would I do that? Just put it here, or put up a new one near the home of said samurai?

OOC: "Said" samurai? Now if you want proof that he's a full fledged samurai, we could always go back and look at the tournament XD
j/k j/k Yeah, go ahead and make another topic at Dogura's house.

OOC: Alright, the topic is there, and we can post there. It's [Dogura's House]- Visions in Ultrasound.