Two hours later, Freyr stood on his airship. His statuesque figure was clad in golden armor and he watched the city fade away into the distance. Despite the medication to prevent motion sickness, he still felt queasy.
Sierra stood next to him and studied his pale complexion. "Feeling all right, Your Majesty?" she inquired. She wished she could roll her eyes because the King had always been terrible on ships.
"I can handle it. Just make sure the Captain understands that I want us flying at full speed for the whole trip." He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. If possible, he avoided traveling on any sort of ship. Unfortunately, he did not trust anyone else on a mission of this magnitude.
The poison that affected Macha was called eitr. It was an exotic toxin from the far north that came from the blood of a jörmungandr. The trip there, at top speed, would take a little over two weeks. Once they got to the area, he would need to use one of the many oxen they brought along to lure the creature out.
The antidote for this poison was created from the same deadly blood used to make the eitr. The only difference between the remedy and the toxin was the collection process. Due to the innately dangerous nature of the blood, most people avoided gathering this material because a single stray drop could kill an ox. It was usually safer to harvest other poisons that could be just as lethal.
Sierra stepped away to talk with the Captain. A little while later, shouting came from the man, who did not appreciate a woman telling him how to fly his ship.
Freyr glanced over and saw the two engaged in a heated debate. He gave a deep sigh and wandered over. His queasiness did not put him in the best of moods, and he wanted to concentrate on not throwing up.
When the Captain spotted the King walking towards them, he turned and pleaded his case. "Your Majesty, this
Two hours later, Freyr stood on his airship. His statuesque figure was clad in golden armor and he watched the city fade away into the distance. Despite the medication to prevent motion sickness, he still felt queasy.
Sierra stood next to him and studied his pale complexion. "Feeling all right, Your Majesty?" she inquired. She wished she could roll her eyes because the King had always been terrible on ships.
"I can handle it. Just make sure the Captain understands that I want us flying at full speed for the whole trip." He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. If possible, he avoided traveling on any sort of ship. Unfortunately, he did not trust anyone else on a mission of this magnitude.
The poison that affected Macha was called eitr. It was an exotic toxin from the far north that came from the blood of a jörmungandr. The trip there, at top speed, would take a little over two weeks. Once they got to the area, he would need to use one of the many oxen they brought along to lure the creature out.
The antidote for this poison was created from the same deadly blood used to make the eitr. The only difference between the remedy and the toxin was the collection process. Due to the innately dangerous nature of the blood, most people avoided gathering this material because a single stray drop could kill an ox. It was usually safer to harvest other poisons that could be just as lethal.
Sierra stepped away to talk with the Captain. A little while later, shouting came from the man, who did not appreciate a woman telling him how to fly his ship.
Freyr glanced over and saw the two engaged in a heated debate. He gave a deep sigh and wandered over. His queasiness did not put him in the best of moods, and he wanted to concentrate on not throwing up.
When the Captain spotted the King walking towards them, he turned and pleaded his case. "Your Majesty, this
