NarlethDrider
First Post
The past two weeks aboard the Skie Arrow have (save for the brief encounter with an unexpected thunderstorm) been stress free, almost boring. Yesterday’s notice from Captain Sheeria that all would have an opportunity to stretch their legs tomorrow brought a quick cheer from crew & passenger alike, for tomorrow the ship would make an eight hour layover at the island of Seafarer’s Rest to take on additional cargo & passengers bound for Tyrzra'eln. The island, owned by the naval & mercantile guild Coral Quest, has served as a stop for seafarers for serveral years now offering gambling & other vices for the weary & money laden traveler, as well as offering some of the newer marketable items coming out of Tyrzra'eln.
The dawn bell has already sounded &, after getting dressed, you head through the halls of the passenger deck……the warning bell rings & you quicken your step----you exit out onto the top deck just as two large bats ridden by quickling faen head toward the horizon----you get to the rail of the ship & see the green & shadowed mass of Seafarer’s Rest----smoke rises from the island, marring what would have been a spectacular sunrise……
The bat riders return & speak quietly with the captain who, after sending the riders to tend to their mounts, orders the ship to hold its position. Several of the crew members begin to open weapon racks as others begin to assemble ballista at several points along the ship. Captain Sheeria, followed by Cherra, then approaches the gathering of passengers, “It seems that someone or something has attacked the island. There are several fires still burning on the island & they hint that we may have just missed them…..I am not equipped with a large enough crew to afford to dispatch some to check out whats going on down below without leaving the ship undermanned, especially with the threat of an attack. So, I’m looking for volunteers…..”
The dawn bell has already sounded &, after getting dressed, you head through the halls of the passenger deck……the warning bell rings & you quicken your step----you exit out onto the top deck just as two large bats ridden by quickling faen head toward the horizon----you get to the rail of the ship & see the green & shadowed mass of Seafarer’s Rest----smoke rises from the island, marring what would have been a spectacular sunrise……
The bat riders return & speak quietly with the captain who, after sending the riders to tend to their mounts, orders the ship to hold its position. Several of the crew members begin to open weapon racks as others begin to assemble ballista at several points along the ship. Captain Sheeria, followed by Cherra, then approaches the gathering of passengers, “It seems that someone or something has attacked the island. There are several fires still burning on the island & they hint that we may have just missed them…..I am not equipped with a large enough crew to afford to dispatch some to check out whats going on down below without leaving the ship undermanned, especially with the threat of an attack. So, I’m looking for volunteers…..”
