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<blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 68459" data-attributes="member: 143"><p>Book II, Part 17</p><p></p><p>“Cal, wake up. Cal.”</p><p></p><p>The voice nagged at him, refusing to let him be, so reluctantly the gnome opened his eyes to see Dana’s concerned face looking down at him. He was on his back, and felt cold, his clothes soaked through with briny water. Belatedly as he looked around he saw that he was back in the storage space above the bilges, the hatch yawning blackly a few feet away. </p><p></p><p>“Where are the others?” he said, as he started to rise. That was a mistake, as bright lights flashed alarmingly inside his head, so he leaned back down carefully, resting his aching head on the deck beneath him. </p><p></p><p>“Lok’s getting them,” Dana said. </p><p></p><p>“How long was I out?” Cal asked. </p><p></p><p>“I’m not entirely sure—I lost it there for a bit as well—but just a few minutes, I think. Hold still,” she said, and moved quickly to the hatch where Lok was lifting the still-unconscious form of Delem up to the deck. </p><p></p><p>Cal looked around, careful not to move his still-spinning head too quickly. He suddenly realized that the ship was no longer heaving with the storm; there was still that ever-present roll of the deck, but it was softer, not much more than on a typical windy day. The realization brought a troubling thought, and he rose, ignoring the protests of his body as he reached for his wand of healing. </p><p></p><p>Lok and Dana had gotten Benzan and Delem up to the security of the deck, and the genasi lifted himself up through the hatch, dripping water with every movement. Benzan and Delem were still unconscious—the three arcane spellcasters had taken the brunt of the effect, Cal noted, still unsure what had happened. </p><p></p><p>“Can you help them?” Cal asked. He did not expect the troubled look that crossed Dana’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. </p><p></p><p>“I tried that, with you,” she said. “I… couldn’t feel Selûne’s power, couldn’t summon healing.”</p><p></p><p>That news was disturbing indeed, and Cal wanted to go abovedecks and see what was happening, but he could not leave his companions in this state. Taking his wand, he touched it to Delem’s side and called its power. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the blue glow of healing energy flowed into his friend, and a moment later Delem’s eyes opened.</p><p></p><p>“What… what happened?” he asked. </p><p></p><p>“We’re still trying to figure that one out,” Cal told him. “Dana, see if you can help Benzan with your wand.”</p><p></p><p>Sheepishly, for she had forgotten about the device, Dana did as she was bidden. Within moments Benzan was stirring, and Cal had used his wand on himself to clear his head of the lingering cobwebs. He offered it to Lok, but the genasi shook his head, apparently recovered. </p><p></p><p>“What happened?” Benzan said, echoing the others. Cal quickly brought him up to speed on what he knew—including the apparent absence of the storm—and turned to Delem. “Dana said that she could not feel her connection to her goddess. Can you sense Kossuth?”</p><p></p><p>Delem’s brow furrowed in concentration, but then his sudden look of surprise and dismay bespoke the results of his effort. Still, he continued focusing his thoughts, his lips moving as he muttered the words of an invocation, and after a few more seconds the faint glow of a minor orison appeared briefly between his fingertips. </p><p></p><p>“I did it,” he said, “but it was as though the power was coming through a heavy fog, distant, unfocused.” Still, he looked reassured that his link to Kossuth was not entirely severed.</p><p></p><p>“We’d better get up above, and see what’s happened.” Benzan said. </p><p></p><p>Gathering their gear, they followed him. They retraced their steps, heading up the ladder to the hold and then the main deck above. The sailors bailing out the main bilges were gone, apparently having already headed above-decks. They reached the door that led out onto the main deck, and after taking a deep breath, uncertain what they would find, stepped out into the open air. </p><p></p><p>The rest of the crew was gathered there, most of them milling about in some confusion. The storm was gone as suddenly as it had come, leaving only a firm but not overbearing wind blowing from the north. The sky in the east was just beginning to brighten with the first glow of the coming dawn, although as far as they could reckon it had still been in the dead of night when they had gone below to investigate the magical aura of the strange gem. </p><p></p><p>“Captain Horath!” Cal said, hailing the captain where he stood talking with Ruath and another crewmember. The elf looked down at them, and his own confusion indicated that he had no answers for them. Even as they moved up to the aft deck to join him, however, they overheard one of the crewmembers say something that gave them pause. </p><p></p><p>“The stars…” </p><p></p><p>They looked up, at a gap in the clouds above where a few dozen twinkling flickers could be seen. They all stared at the stars, relieved to see them after the harshness of the storm, then Benzan turned abruptly to the man who had spoken. “What about them?” he asked, with an edge to his voice. A number of others around them were scanning the skies as well, and worried murmurs were beginning to build. </p><p></p><p>“They’re… they’re <em>different</em>…”</p><p></p><p>“Where are we?” Delem asked, bewilderment clouding his expression. </p><p></p><p>The lapping of the waves held no answer, as the <em>Raindancer</em> drifted on the open sea.</p><p></p><p></p><p>END OF BOOK II</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lazybones, post: 68459, member: 143"] Book II, Part 17 “Cal, wake up. Cal.” The voice nagged at him, refusing to let him be, so reluctantly the gnome opened his eyes to see Dana’s concerned face looking down at him. He was on his back, and felt cold, his clothes soaked through with briny water. Belatedly as he looked around he saw that he was back in the storage space above the bilges, the hatch yawning blackly a few feet away. “Where are the others?” he said, as he started to rise. That was a mistake, as bright lights flashed alarmingly inside his head, so he leaned back down carefully, resting his aching head on the deck beneath him. “Lok’s getting them,” Dana said. “How long was I out?” Cal asked. “I’m not entirely sure—I lost it there for a bit as well—but just a few minutes, I think. Hold still,” she said, and moved quickly to the hatch where Lok was lifting the still-unconscious form of Delem up to the deck. Cal looked around, careful not to move his still-spinning head too quickly. He suddenly realized that the ship was no longer heaving with the storm; there was still that ever-present roll of the deck, but it was softer, not much more than on a typical windy day. The realization brought a troubling thought, and he rose, ignoring the protests of his body as he reached for his wand of healing. Lok and Dana had gotten Benzan and Delem up to the security of the deck, and the genasi lifted himself up through the hatch, dripping water with every movement. Benzan and Delem were still unconscious—the three arcane spellcasters had taken the brunt of the effect, Cal noted, still unsure what had happened. “Can you help them?” Cal asked. He did not expect the troubled look that crossed Dana’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I tried that, with you,” she said. “I… couldn’t feel Selûne’s power, couldn’t summon healing.” That news was disturbing indeed, and Cal wanted to go abovedecks and see what was happening, but he could not leave his companions in this state. Taking his wand, he touched it to Delem’s side and called its power. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the blue glow of healing energy flowed into his friend, and a moment later Delem’s eyes opened. “What… what happened?” he asked. “We’re still trying to figure that one out,” Cal told him. “Dana, see if you can help Benzan with your wand.” Sheepishly, for she had forgotten about the device, Dana did as she was bidden. Within moments Benzan was stirring, and Cal had used his wand on himself to clear his head of the lingering cobwebs. He offered it to Lok, but the genasi shook his head, apparently recovered. “What happened?” Benzan said, echoing the others. Cal quickly brought him up to speed on what he knew—including the apparent absence of the storm—and turned to Delem. “Dana said that she could not feel her connection to her goddess. Can you sense Kossuth?” Delem’s brow furrowed in concentration, but then his sudden look of surprise and dismay bespoke the results of his effort. Still, he continued focusing his thoughts, his lips moving as he muttered the words of an invocation, and after a few more seconds the faint glow of a minor orison appeared briefly between his fingertips. “I did it,” he said, “but it was as though the power was coming through a heavy fog, distant, unfocused.” Still, he looked reassured that his link to Kossuth was not entirely severed. “We’d better get up above, and see what’s happened.” Benzan said. Gathering their gear, they followed him. They retraced their steps, heading up the ladder to the hold and then the main deck above. The sailors bailing out the main bilges were gone, apparently having already headed above-decks. They reached the door that led out onto the main deck, and after taking a deep breath, uncertain what they would find, stepped out into the open air. The rest of the crew was gathered there, most of them milling about in some confusion. The storm was gone as suddenly as it had come, leaving only a firm but not overbearing wind blowing from the north. The sky in the east was just beginning to brighten with the first glow of the coming dawn, although as far as they could reckon it had still been in the dead of night when they had gone below to investigate the magical aura of the strange gem. “Captain Horath!” Cal said, hailing the captain where he stood talking with Ruath and another crewmember. The elf looked down at them, and his own confusion indicated that he had no answers for them. Even as they moved up to the aft deck to join him, however, they overheard one of the crewmembers say something that gave them pause. “The stars…” They looked up, at a gap in the clouds above where a few dozen twinkling flickers could be seen. They all stared at the stars, relieved to see them after the harshness of the storm, then Benzan turned abruptly to the man who had spoken. “What about them?” he asked, with an edge to his voice. A number of others around them were scanning the skies as well, and worried murmurs were beginning to build. “They’re… they’re [I]different[/I]…” “Where are we?” Delem asked, bewilderment clouding his expression. The lapping of the waves held no answer, as the [I]Raindancer[/I] drifted on the open sea. END OF BOOK II [/QUOTE]
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