Uncegilla Cove Burning

Yaru looks at the unfolding scene with wide eyes. "Uh..." He's torn between helping his friend who is speeding off into the sky and helping the village. Running through his list of available options, Yaru shrugs and does what he can. "Fire! Fire! We need a bucket line!" He runs towards the villagers, looking out after his brother or his father to try and get them to help get things under control.

I wonder if the village burned down and we all moved somewhere else if that might not be better... He thinks as he tries to get people focused on addressing the matter at hand.

As the flames begin and Yaru leads the bucket line Galen will search the bodies of the Timmermen to see if there are any Cyphers that may be useful.

Carrick had pulled himself off the corpse of the Hyena-headed Timmerman and took a moment to catch his breath, wincing from the pain in his leg and back. He judged the intensity of the flames and the direction of the wind before approaching one of the elders, "Did you get everyone out of the buildings before the Timmermen arrived, or are there still people in there? We need to tear down those two buildings to create a firestop; where can I find an axe?"

The bucket line beginning -- Yaru wracks his brain for other ideas. "I could help destroy buildings, but..." he gestures to the fire, "I think I'd just be setting more things on fire."

Seeing the building collapse on Irving, Galen slips the ring into his pocket and rushes toward where the building fell and begins attempting to lift large chunks of building off of his adoptive father. All thoughts of anything else are lost in his sudden fear and grief (for now).

Carrick spun away from the elders, they were obviously too numb with shock to be of any use. He looked up at the bulging, roiling storm clouds and hoped they would soon unleash the moisture they obviously carried. A flash of movement caught his attention, and he saw the craft carrying Pha. Another knot of worry grew in Carrick's stomach at what Pha's fate may be. From his time on the sea, he knew that lightning and metal masts didn't mix well, and the Timmermen's transports seemed to love lightning. For Pha's sake, he hoped the storm carried only rain with it.

He joined the bucket brigade, knowing it was probably a futile effort, but he couldn't think of an alternative. So much of his life had been spent surrounded by water, and now he couldn't find enough of it!

Carrick let himself feel a moment of satisfaction at the progress they'd made at stemming the tide of flames in this direction with their paltry bucket brigade. He set his bucket down and stretched his back, kneading the knots out of lower portion with his fists. One hand brushed the pouch he carried, and an idea popped into his mind. He pulled out the small, spiky disk that he had received from the Seer. He turned it over in his hands, trying to remember how he was to activate it. He vaguely remembered that all he had to do was stab the spikes into an object to shift their dimension. Whatever that meant. He eyed the expanding flames and figured it was worth trying.

He ran around the path of the inferno and dodged between the buildings until he got close to the large warehouse in its path. His protective sphere did little to stem the oppressive heat that threatened to roast him alive. He edged up to the wall and, firmly grasping the cypher in his hand, rammed the four spikes into the building as hard as he could. Immediately, the silver cypher began glowing a deep red, and the entire building began to fade. It didn't completely disappear, but Carrick stumbled through the wall, landing on the ground about a foot beneath the floorboards. He stood up and looked around, incredulous at the power being wrought around him. He could still feel the heat from the fire, but the paint on the fireside of the building was no longer bubbling or cracking. Shifting dimensions must have something to do with making things no longer tangible. Huh - good to know!

He grinned at his success and ran through the rest of the building, ignoring the doors and walls, to emerge on the side closest to the area where the fire was still spreading. The smoke was thick here, and while he could make out vague body-shapes, he wasn't sure who was here with him.

Yaru continues to help with the bucket brigade, fretting about the fire. He considers his own cyphers -- seeing Carrick activate something that seems to block the fire from spreading to a nearby building, but he lacks an obvious answer. He frowns and grabs a bucket to throw on the fire to see if it'll help.

Pha shoves up oddly enough in style dumping off the dead Hound minus his gloves. Pointing to the body when seeing the others and villagers he barks out "Oy! Search his body for anything useful to help for now, get some people to the docks with waterproof tarps, we can jury rig this thing to drop sea water quicker. Combat the fire farthest away from the water sources and be mindful of the wind. Control the fire where we can and if your in trouble yell out. We just dealt with the doom bringers of the village and a little fire isn't going to out do them or beat us either." he yells out. Some might see a male younger version of Mohsen when he speaks, although both were brash youths they both had good heads on their shoulder.

The smoke swirled around Carrick suddenly, and his jaw dropped at Pha's stylish arrival. He had last seen Pha rocketing into the sky in an uncontrolled ascent, and now here he was swooping in and giving orders like he was one of the Elders! But considering the casual ease in which he booted the Hound-headed Timmerman from the craft and the way he controlled their flying machine, maybe he should be an Elder....

Carrick snapped back to attention and finally got the gist of what Pha was wanting them to do. He gave a sharp nod and dashed toward the docks. He knew right where the tarps were, for he had spent the previous night folding and stowing them away. His initial thought was to grab the largest, but decided it would be better to take a medium-sized one instead. He wasn't sure if the Timmerman's vessel could haul the weight of that much sea water. Tucking it under his arm and grabbing a spool of rope, he dashed back to Pha.

Pha follows behind on the flying device and catches up to Carrick right before he leaves the docks and tries to assist since this idea was shotty at best, fortunately Carrick seems to know a bit about ropes.

Carrick helped spread the tarp out and grabbed the rope, ready to knot it all together. But after a couple of tries, he couldn't quite figure out the best way to make a spherical bag out of a square tarp, and a bag that Pha could both scoop and drop water while flying the craft. Carrick's brows furrowed in his concentration, as he tried hard to understand what needed to be done. But two heads proved better than one, and Pha's pointed suggestions made all the difference. Together they tied corners together, wrapped rope around sections of the ship, and fashioned a sort of quick release on the handle.