Black Blood

    ... those gathered feel determined to complete this. Lest they risk danger in deep space, as their travels so far have been fairly easy going not counting the wendigos compared to normal deep space flight.

    A few hours later, an older gentle man in a white cloak with purple trim walks below the ship. Below the vessel he waits, standing alone for many tens of minutes whilst thinking to himself. 'While they seem to be in a rush to heal their companion, they seem awfully busy to have not noticed me here yet. Well, then again they are still young, and the youth should experience it while they can before too much happens.'

    A few moments later, just as he is finishing his thoughts, the old cheerful man with his long flowing white hair gets teleported into the flying vessel above the outer court of the sect. Arriving inside, he is greeted by the sight of a long flowing and wavy black haired beautiful young lady.