Andrew Moreton
Adventurer
Poor Gupta she is never going to get to Ascetia
ZEITGEIST [ZEITGEIST] The Continuing Adventures of Korrigan & Co.
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SanjMerchant
Explorer
Is it bad that I keep wanting to sing Dunkelweiss to the tune of Eidelweiss? I mean, it's... somewhat justifiable thanks to the existence of "excuses to drink" musicals and operas like The Student Prince or Die Fledermaus, though the show Eidelweiss comes from is well after that fad petered out.
gideonpepys
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
Session 239, Part One
Battle in the Belly of the Whale
As the darkness enveloped them, they became aware of a deleterious miasma. Not a gas or a poison, something more akin to the necrotic energies of the Bleak Gate or Nem. While they might be strong enough to resist it, the fey refugees and crew would not. Leon used the last drops of Panarchist oil to bathe everyone on board the Pleasure with regenerative energies.
Then the flying lacedons struck. The first wave, a score or more across each ship, took the occupants by surprise. Fey on the Pleasure and crewmen on the Coaltongue fell, paralysed. A couple were killed outright as the creatures swarmed out of the midnight aether.
Korrigan took to the air to see if he could tell where they were coming from, but the blackness was entire. Each of the unit picked off as many of the creatures as they could, which was a fair few on the golden legion flagship – over half the creatures were felled by Uru, Quratulain, Uriel and Rock. (“Welcome to the party!” Rock shouted as he fired.) But only Rumdoom remained on the Coaltongue (ably swinging the Stone of Not and obliterating foes instantly), though Calily and Amielle joined its defence.
Gupta invoked the Vision of the Fall on the nearest lacedon, which caused all of them to quail and falter, assaulted by radiant fire. This bought the unit and their allies a moment before a second wave of lacedon appeared.
Landing on the deck of the Coaltongue, Korrigan held the Symbol of the Sun aloft and once again, the lacedon shrank back before it. Leon tried to figure out a way to get everyone into the aura of the Wayfarer’s Lantern. He cast the incredible spell he had discovered on Padyer – Time Stop – and used it to open five portals between the two ships. The he stepped through one from the Pleasure to the Coaltongue and enjoined the fey to follow him.
Only Sly Marbo and his family followed (although that was something like thirty individuals). Rock was annoyed at this plan to seemingly abandon his ship, and gave orders for the fey to hold their ground.
There were too many lacedons. Uru had already killed six, but for every one he shot, two more appeared. He ghost-stepped down to the Coaltongue’s gundeck and used his ghostly entourage to fire a sudden broadside, but it didn’t do much good, swallowed by the blackness.
Uriel dominated a lacedon in an attempt to find out what was going on, but the stupid creature could provide no insights, so he gave up and had it attack one of its fellows.
Korrigan tried to guess where the mouth of the whale was, and ordered Admiral Smith to fire the brand in that direction. Smith said he was already working on it, turning the ship so that the Aural Pleasure was not in its sights. Korrigan told Rock to be ready to run if the brand gave them a clear exit.
Although it was draining, Leon cast Time Stop, again! This time he used it to get eyes on the situation, to figure out where the lacedon were coming from and where Jenny Greenteeth and Weary Enid might be lurking. He teleported out into the murky blackness. His first jump landed him in the midst of dozens of lacedon that appeared to be emerging – literally crawling – out of thin air. Here was an arm, reaching out of nothingness; here a leering face; over there the head, arms and torso of another – all frozen in place by the Time Stop spell. Leon used another teleport spell to explore further, but this one only took him a few feet. Something was amiss! He tried again and this time, he travelled such a huge distance that it took him a moment to reorient himself. There was the battle in the far distance, frozen. But even when the Time Stop spell ended, the scene remained still, as if time were moving much faster for Leon now he was far out into the dark.
Though a minute or so had passed for Leon, his findings were relayed immediately to the others, almost as soon as he left the ship. Quratulain stopped fighting – except to defend herself – and began to study their surroundings, focusing her incredible intellect in search of answers. Around her, the battle turned against them: Gupta fell, paralysed (though she fell out of sight of the ghouls, and was not killed); Korrigan realised he was their primary target as a dozen or more of them swarmed him in an attempt to get to Kai.
Slowly, slowly, the Coaltongue banked. When its prow was clear of the Pleasure, Smith fired the Brand. It did nothing! Swallowed by the blackness, just like the broadside. This was no good at all. They were trapped; the lacedons just kept on coming.
Quratulain finished her calculations: time and space were being stretched by magic; they needed to enter the miasma and find their way to the centre of it somehow. It might feel like they were abandoning their allies, but only moments would pass on the ship in the time that they were gone.
“Whatever you do, you need to do it fast!” cried Smith, alerting them to the fact that the command deck itself was under heavy assault.
Korrigan was fending off too many undead; he couldn’t lead the charge. Suddenly, a path was cleared for him. Ayesha’s children, the young gith, had come to defend their youngest ‘brother’, Kai. Korrigan yelled his thanks, and gave orders for the unit to follow, as Leon opened a dimension door between himself and the ship.
Leaving the Coaltongue and the Pleasure to fend for themselves, the unit plunged into the miasma.
Battle in the Belly of the Whale
As the darkness enveloped them, they became aware of a deleterious miasma. Not a gas or a poison, something more akin to the necrotic energies of the Bleak Gate or Nem. While they might be strong enough to resist it, the fey refugees and crew would not. Leon used the last drops of Panarchist oil to bathe everyone on board the Pleasure with regenerative energies.
Then the flying lacedons struck. The first wave, a score or more across each ship, took the occupants by surprise. Fey on the Pleasure and crewmen on the Coaltongue fell, paralysed. A couple were killed outright as the creatures swarmed out of the midnight aether.
Korrigan took to the air to see if he could tell where they were coming from, but the blackness was entire. Each of the unit picked off as many of the creatures as they could, which was a fair few on the golden legion flagship – over half the creatures were felled by Uru, Quratulain, Uriel and Rock. (“Welcome to the party!” Rock shouted as he fired.) But only Rumdoom remained on the Coaltongue (ably swinging the Stone of Not and obliterating foes instantly), though Calily and Amielle joined its defence.
Gupta invoked the Vision of the Fall on the nearest lacedon, which caused all of them to quail and falter, assaulted by radiant fire. This bought the unit and their allies a moment before a second wave of lacedon appeared.
Landing on the deck of the Coaltongue, Korrigan held the Symbol of the Sun aloft and once again, the lacedon shrank back before it. Leon tried to figure out a way to get everyone into the aura of the Wayfarer’s Lantern. He cast the incredible spell he had discovered on Padyer – Time Stop – and used it to open five portals between the two ships. The he stepped through one from the Pleasure to the Coaltongue and enjoined the fey to follow him.
Only Sly Marbo and his family followed (although that was something like thirty individuals). Rock was annoyed at this plan to seemingly abandon his ship, and gave orders for the fey to hold their ground.
There were too many lacedons. Uru had already killed six, but for every one he shot, two more appeared. He ghost-stepped down to the Coaltongue’s gundeck and used his ghostly entourage to fire a sudden broadside, but it didn’t do much good, swallowed by the blackness.
Uriel dominated a lacedon in an attempt to find out what was going on, but the stupid creature could provide no insights, so he gave up and had it attack one of its fellows.
Korrigan tried to guess where the mouth of the whale was, and ordered Admiral Smith to fire the brand in that direction. Smith said he was already working on it, turning the ship so that the Aural Pleasure was not in its sights. Korrigan told Rock to be ready to run if the brand gave them a clear exit.
Although it was draining, Leon cast Time Stop, again! This time he used it to get eyes on the situation, to figure out where the lacedon were coming from and where Jenny Greenteeth and Weary Enid might be lurking. He teleported out into the murky blackness. His first jump landed him in the midst of dozens of lacedon that appeared to be emerging – literally crawling – out of thin air. Here was an arm, reaching out of nothingness; here a leering face; over there the head, arms and torso of another – all frozen in place by the Time Stop spell. Leon used another teleport spell to explore further, but this one only took him a few feet. Something was amiss! He tried again and this time, he travelled such a huge distance that it took him a moment to reorient himself. There was the battle in the far distance, frozen. But even when the Time Stop spell ended, the scene remained still, as if time were moving much faster for Leon now he was far out into the dark.
Though a minute or so had passed for Leon, his findings were relayed immediately to the others, almost as soon as he left the ship. Quratulain stopped fighting – except to defend herself – and began to study their surroundings, focusing her incredible intellect in search of answers. Around her, the battle turned against them: Gupta fell, paralysed (though she fell out of sight of the ghouls, and was not killed); Korrigan realised he was their primary target as a dozen or more of them swarmed him in an attempt to get to Kai.
Slowly, slowly, the Coaltongue banked. When its prow was clear of the Pleasure, Smith fired the Brand. It did nothing! Swallowed by the blackness, just like the broadside. This was no good at all. They were trapped; the lacedons just kept on coming.
Quratulain finished her calculations: time and space were being stretched by magic; they needed to enter the miasma and find their way to the centre of it somehow. It might feel like they were abandoning their allies, but only moments would pass on the ship in the time that they were gone.
“Whatever you do, you need to do it fast!” cried Smith, alerting them to the fact that the command deck itself was under heavy assault.
Korrigan was fending off too many undead; he couldn’t lead the charge. Suddenly, a path was cleared for him. Ayesha’s children, the young gith, had come to defend their youngest ‘brother’, Kai. Korrigan yelled his thanks, and gave orders for the unit to follow, as Leon opened a dimension door between himself and the ship.
Leaving the Coaltongue and the Pleasure to fend for themselves, the unit plunged into the miasma.
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gideonpepys
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
Session 239, Part Two
Greenteeth
It was up to Uriel to guide the others through the miasma. Only he had the arcane mastery, insight and perception to penetrate this lightless, empty maze. On top of fighting off the bewildering effect of the miasma, he needed to weave the fate of many of his friends, such that they could not lose him as he went. (Though they tried to stay linked together, they found they drifted apart, coming close to losing consciousness at points.)
After a journey that seemed to take forever, and left the travellers feeling woozy and disoriented, they finally came upon something solid: a group of figures clustered in the distance, on what must have been a solid surface, though no clear distinction between where they stood and the rest of the black fug could be perceived. Even from this distance they could make out two hags crouched at the centre of a cluster of lacedons and scrags.
Jenny Greenteeth they knew, some better than others, though it was a very long time since any of them had laid eyes on her. She was wiry and bare-limbed, her skin such a dark green as to be almost blue; hair jet black and wild. She loomed over the shoulder of a hooded hag, who seemed to be conducting a ritual of some sort – a ritual which caused this miasma, and the incredible warping of time and space. This was Weary Enid. Runes could be seen floating in the air before her, along with an image of both of their ships.
Though mentally fatigued, Uriel threw everything he had into a powerful spell that would overawe Enid and trap her in a beam of radiance, incapable of further action. This done, he cried out for aid, which Korrigan duly provided, bathing most of his allies in pure, positive energy.
Leon had already dropped Uru in behind Enid. When Uriel’s spell struck her, Uru went for Greenteeth instead, shrugging off the fey charm that prevented him from doing so. But his shot didn’t kill her as he’d hoped. She cried out in pain and surprise, and vanished.
Lavanya had accompanied Leon, invisibly. “Get me close to her,” she whispered in his ear.
Quratulain stepped through Leon’s portal, used her magical mask to cast truesight and shot her with a freeze ray from her Lantern Blaster. This time, Greenteeth became incorporeal. “Us girls should stick together,” the hag admonished Quratulain, seeking to dominate her with a powerful spell. Quratulain felt herself bending to Jenny’s will, before Korrigan freed her with his bracers of liberty. Jenny gave a cry of frustration, and for the first time became aware of the cluster of enemies who had stayed at a distance. She cast a confusion spell at them, which they were all able to resist, except Rumdoom, who fell back on a trusty magical item: “She’s knocked my naughty word hat off!” he cried in outrage.
Jenny tried to sound defiant, despite this sudden, unexpected counterattack, and the undoing of their subtle but powerful ruse: “Give me the child and your friends will live! Otherwise, Enid’s minions will feed on their flesh!”
Now the nearby dozen lacedons and the half-dozen scrags mobbed Quratulain and Uru. They defended themselves as best they could, and Quratulain continued to attack Jenny Greenteeth relentlessly. Jenny teleported away; Leon used the Wand of Egal the Shimmering to prevent her from doing so again.
Uriel, bolstered by Korrigan, continued to pin Weary Enid. Rumdoom stepped through Leon’s portal and set about obliterating scrags. On Korrigan’s orders, Quratulain attacked Weary Enid. All the while they were swarmed by lacedons; one claw nicked Quratulain, who struggled to fight off their paralytic poison and landed a final, killing blow on the sea hag.
Jenny swept through the air towards Uriel, Korrigan and Leon, who were still some distance away from the melee. Leon teleported to meet her, dispelled her magical defences and attacked her with the Dreaming Blade. Whatever Lavanya hoped to achieve, she failed. “She’s too powerful!” she lamented, clearly surprised. Jenny tried to control Leon, but could not do so (though his mental defences were exhausted).
Korrigan summoned a future self, who stepped through Leon’s portal into the melee with the ghouls. “Which one of us do you want?” he goaded. His second self joined the fight beside Quratulain. “I really appreciate your help,” he said as she cut down lacedons left, right and centre.
“You know I love it,” she replied, sounding almost as if she really meant it!
With Enid dead, the scrags and lacedons fell back, though they had nowhere to run. Rumdoom continued to attack them, regardless.
Although he couldn’t see her, Uru knew Greenteeth was somewhere near Leon and flew on Little Jack to help him. Leon, flagging, teleported away, concerned he might not be able to resist another attempt to dominate him. Uriel cast truesight too, and threw a radiant bolt at the witch. Then Quratulain took another shot and killed her.
Or at least, killed her host. She cried out and ‘fell’, only to hang in mid-air, contorted but stiff, as bright-green vapour poured out of her mouth, nose and eyes. This sentient cloud sought a target and fixed upon Uru. It seethed towards him and he braced himself, whereupon Lavanya manifested in ghost form and deliberately absorbed the noxious mist, inhaling it like therapeutic vapour. She cried out, her form blurred and shifted. Leon flew closer to see if he could help. The ectoplasmic spasms went on for a short time, then stopped. When he form stabilised, it was no longer the spirit of Lavanya, but of Kasvarina.
“That was unexpected,” she said.
Leon was speechless.
Greenteeth
It was up to Uriel to guide the others through the miasma. Only he had the arcane mastery, insight and perception to penetrate this lightless, empty maze. On top of fighting off the bewildering effect of the miasma, he needed to weave the fate of many of his friends, such that they could not lose him as he went. (Though they tried to stay linked together, they found they drifted apart, coming close to losing consciousness at points.)
After a journey that seemed to take forever, and left the travellers feeling woozy and disoriented, they finally came upon something solid: a group of figures clustered in the distance, on what must have been a solid surface, though no clear distinction between where they stood and the rest of the black fug could be perceived. Even from this distance they could make out two hags crouched at the centre of a cluster of lacedons and scrags.
Jenny Greenteeth they knew, some better than others, though it was a very long time since any of them had laid eyes on her. She was wiry and bare-limbed, her skin such a dark green as to be almost blue; hair jet black and wild. She loomed over the shoulder of a hooded hag, who seemed to be conducting a ritual of some sort – a ritual which caused this miasma, and the incredible warping of time and space. This was Weary Enid. Runes could be seen floating in the air before her, along with an image of both of their ships.
Though mentally fatigued, Uriel threw everything he had into a powerful spell that would overawe Enid and trap her in a beam of radiance, incapable of further action. This done, he cried out for aid, which Korrigan duly provided, bathing most of his allies in pure, positive energy.
Leon had already dropped Uru in behind Enid. When Uriel’s spell struck her, Uru went for Greenteeth instead, shrugging off the fey charm that prevented him from doing so. But his shot didn’t kill her as he’d hoped. She cried out in pain and surprise, and vanished.
Lavanya had accompanied Leon, invisibly. “Get me close to her,” she whispered in his ear.
Quratulain stepped through Leon’s portal, used her magical mask to cast truesight and shot her with a freeze ray from her Lantern Blaster. This time, Greenteeth became incorporeal. “Us girls should stick together,” the hag admonished Quratulain, seeking to dominate her with a powerful spell. Quratulain felt herself bending to Jenny’s will, before Korrigan freed her with his bracers of liberty. Jenny gave a cry of frustration, and for the first time became aware of the cluster of enemies who had stayed at a distance. She cast a confusion spell at them, which they were all able to resist, except Rumdoom, who fell back on a trusty magical item: “She’s knocked my naughty word hat off!” he cried in outrage.
Jenny tried to sound defiant, despite this sudden, unexpected counterattack, and the undoing of their subtle but powerful ruse: “Give me the child and your friends will live! Otherwise, Enid’s minions will feed on their flesh!”
Now the nearby dozen lacedons and the half-dozen scrags mobbed Quratulain and Uru. They defended themselves as best they could, and Quratulain continued to attack Jenny Greenteeth relentlessly. Jenny teleported away; Leon used the Wand of Egal the Shimmering to prevent her from doing so again.
Uriel, bolstered by Korrigan, continued to pin Weary Enid. Rumdoom stepped through Leon’s portal and set about obliterating scrags. On Korrigan’s orders, Quratulain attacked Weary Enid. All the while they were swarmed by lacedons; one claw nicked Quratulain, who struggled to fight off their paralytic poison and landed a final, killing blow on the sea hag.
Jenny swept through the air towards Uriel, Korrigan and Leon, who were still some distance away from the melee. Leon teleported to meet her, dispelled her magical defences and attacked her with the Dreaming Blade. Whatever Lavanya hoped to achieve, she failed. “She’s too powerful!” she lamented, clearly surprised. Jenny tried to control Leon, but could not do so (though his mental defences were exhausted).
Korrigan summoned a future self, who stepped through Leon’s portal into the melee with the ghouls. “Which one of us do you want?” he goaded. His second self joined the fight beside Quratulain. “I really appreciate your help,” he said as she cut down lacedons left, right and centre.
“You know I love it,” she replied, sounding almost as if she really meant it!
With Enid dead, the scrags and lacedons fell back, though they had nowhere to run. Rumdoom continued to attack them, regardless.
Although he couldn’t see her, Uru knew Greenteeth was somewhere near Leon and flew on Little Jack to help him. Leon, flagging, teleported away, concerned he might not be able to resist another attempt to dominate him. Uriel cast truesight too, and threw a radiant bolt at the witch. Then Quratulain took another shot and killed her.
Or at least, killed her host. She cried out and ‘fell’, only to hang in mid-air, contorted but stiff, as bright-green vapour poured out of her mouth, nose and eyes. This sentient cloud sought a target and fixed upon Uru. It seethed towards him and he braced himself, whereupon Lavanya manifested in ghost form and deliberately absorbed the noxious mist, inhaling it like therapeutic vapour. She cried out, her form blurred and shifted. Leon flew closer to see if he could help. The ectoplasmic spasms went on for a short time, then stopped. When he form stabilised, it was no longer the spirit of Lavanya, but of Kasvarina.
“That was unexpected,” she said.
Leon was speechless.
RangerWickett
Legend
Time travel, kids: not even once.
SanjMerchant
Explorer
And Quratulain-Is-Samus is further cemented in my head.
Weird that she, of all people, was surprised. Once Lavanya asked to get close to Greenteeth, I figured recombining into Kasvarina was specifically the plan.
Weirdly glad to see Kas back, though.
Out of curiosity, Gideon, when did you decide to integrate the Lavanya, Greenteeth, and Kasvarina plot threads this way? I know Lavanya started out as part of Leon's backstory, Greenteeth was something you added during your earlier stopgap adventures, and Kas is obviously from the published adventure. Was integrating them something you had in mind when the character was introduced or was it a later idea to help trim down the plot threads? Or is it a different answer for each of the two?
gideonpepys
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
If I was writing a novel, I'd change that line, but I'm writing an account of what was said at the table, and that's what I said as Kasvarina. Anyway, I didn't exepct the enocunter to happen right then and there, or in the way it did. If Uru hadn't offed Copperhat so mercilessly it wouldn't have done. I thought they'd recapture him and drag him round the Gyre for a bit.
Me too. Made the next session a bit of a headfuck though!
See post #659, paragraph 4, to be specific.
It was indeed intended to tie up loose threads, and dispense with arcs I no longer had use or time for, now that the campaign was published. So if RangerWickett doesn't like all of the time-travel baloney, he's got his own slow release schedule to blame!
Seriously, though, folks, when I came up with the idea it was before Diaspora, when I didn't think I would end up liking Kasvarina. The original idea was only to connect Lavanya to her; having Jenny Greenteeth spawned by the same process occured to me much later. Once that happened, unifiying the two in spirit form was a nice way to bring her back. She's a much stronger female presence than Lavanya, who suffered from me never knowing who she was until it was too late.
Andrew Moreton
Adventurer
It is sometimes much easier to start running a campaign after it is finished, it avoids those problamatic revelations which contradict all those clever ideas you had earlier.
gideonpepys
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
Actually, this campaign was very well-planned out. I didn’t have any issues like that, really. All of the complications were of my own making.
gideonpepys
Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
Session 239, Part Three
The Hidden Jungle
Copperhat, Weary Enid, Jenny Greenteeth, all dead. Lavanya gone; Kasvarina returned. It was all too much to take in.
Uriel explored the ritual site and found that Enid had been using a broken silver fragment of Reida itself, etched with runes he recognised, fey runes that pointed to the Voice of Rot. Together he and Leon worked to dispel, or undo, whatever magical effect had trapped them here. It was a desperate, slightly reckless effort, as they could not be sure of the outcome, and they had to wrestle with magic of the highest order.
All of a sudden, they found the miasma was gone. They floated in regular space, with Enid’s dead (no longer undead) whale drifting beneath them. In the distance they could see both the Coaltongue and the Pleasure. The reassuringly familiar beam of Ascetia swept over them.
Using teleportation and flight, they made their way back to the Coaltongue. The lacedons were gone. A dozen more men were dead, as were many fey. Worst of all, Admiral Smith had been killed in defence of the command deck. He had been laid out, respectfully, along with the dead crew. Words were said, but no funeral took place out here in the nothingness.
Grimly, solemnly, they returned to their journey, sailing silently on towards Ascetia.
Kasvarina spoke quietly to Leon. “I wonder how much time I have? I know that they will find my body soon. Perhaps this is why?” She gestured to her recent transformation.
Quratulain approached Kasvarina and said, “You know, I’ve decided you’re a pretty decent person after all.”
“Thank you,” said Kasvarina.
Gupta resumed her place at the prow, watching as Ascetia approached.
The flashing beacon strobed twice a minute, visible from hundreds of miles away. As they drew closer, the lighthouse Calily had told them about appeared, rising up from the edge of a tangled jungle which extended all the way to the precipice of the floating world. Using her spyglass, Gupta could see that the lighthouse was unostentatious but solid, constructed of hand-carved limestone bricks thrusting a hundred feet above the jungle canopy. A small barn and a few satellite buildings surrounded it in a fifty foot clearing, and a walkway of logs led from the lighthouse door to the very edge of the world.
The top of the tower had a roof covering the mechanism of the beacon, whatever that was. The windows were open, without glass.
As the Coaltongue drew near (with the Aural Pleasure close behind, beat silenced at the unit’s request) a figure emerged from the lighthouse and walked calmly down the walkway to a bench, where it sat down and waited, as if inviting them to dock. When they drew close enough, he gave a friendly wave. From this distance they could see his salt-and-pepper hair, cigarette, and the faint, ghostly glow about him.
It was William Miller!
End of Session
The Hidden Jungle
Copperhat, Weary Enid, Jenny Greenteeth, all dead. Lavanya gone; Kasvarina returned. It was all too much to take in.
Uriel explored the ritual site and found that Enid had been using a broken silver fragment of Reida itself, etched with runes he recognised, fey runes that pointed to the Voice of Rot. Together he and Leon worked to dispel, or undo, whatever magical effect had trapped them here. It was a desperate, slightly reckless effort, as they could not be sure of the outcome, and they had to wrestle with magic of the highest order.
All of a sudden, they found the miasma was gone. They floated in regular space, with Enid’s dead (no longer undead) whale drifting beneath them. In the distance they could see both the Coaltongue and the Pleasure. The reassuringly familiar beam of Ascetia swept over them.
Using teleportation and flight, they made their way back to the Coaltongue. The lacedons were gone. A dozen more men were dead, as were many fey. Worst of all, Admiral Smith had been killed in defence of the command deck. He had been laid out, respectfully, along with the dead crew. Words were said, but no funeral took place out here in the nothingness.
Grimly, solemnly, they returned to their journey, sailing silently on towards Ascetia.
Kasvarina spoke quietly to Leon. “I wonder how much time I have? I know that they will find my body soon. Perhaps this is why?” She gestured to her recent transformation.
Quratulain approached Kasvarina and said, “You know, I’ve decided you’re a pretty decent person after all.”
“Thank you,” said Kasvarina.
Gupta resumed her place at the prow, watching as Ascetia approached.
The flashing beacon strobed twice a minute, visible from hundreds of miles away. As they drew closer, the lighthouse Calily had told them about appeared, rising up from the edge of a tangled jungle which extended all the way to the precipice of the floating world. Using her spyglass, Gupta could see that the lighthouse was unostentatious but solid, constructed of hand-carved limestone bricks thrusting a hundred feet above the jungle canopy. A small barn and a few satellite buildings surrounded it in a fifty foot clearing, and a walkway of logs led from the lighthouse door to the very edge of the world.
The top of the tower had a roof covering the mechanism of the beacon, whatever that was. The windows were open, without glass.
As the Coaltongue drew near (with the Aural Pleasure close behind, beat silenced at the unit’s request) a figure emerged from the lighthouse and walked calmly down the walkway to a bench, where it sat down and waited, as if inviting them to dock. When they drew close enough, he gave a friendly wave. From this distance they could see his salt-and-pepper hair, cigarette, and the faint, ghostly glow about him.
It was William Miller!
End of Session
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