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Message: <blockquote data-quote="der_kluge" data-source="post: 1211238" data-attributes="member: 945">Game #1 (Saturday, October 4th)News travels fast in the Bastion, despite its size.  The famed explorer and archaeologist Valgo Corren has loaded his galley - the Celestial, with a hand-picked crew to set sail towards the east.  Their destination is the famed Terra Clanculum, or "Land in Secret".  It was but 15 years prior that another explorer - Gorian Landiler sailed to this fabled land and has yet to return.    Valgo's ship and crew are well-prepared, and well-stocked for the four month journey at sea.  It was just as Landiler's expedition was, on an evening such as this, that he left the morning after.  Many speculate amongst hushed rumours that Landiler's crew met an ill fate, and though it best not to spread such ill omens, many speculate that Valgo's crew will meet with the same fate.  It's no secret that Gorian was powerful wizard in his own right, and had an impressively powerful crew.  Valgo is a man of considerable power and knowledge as well, but the finest of the finest of crews are already out at sea, exploring other places.    Still, there is excitement in the air, and children talk in the streets about what kinds of magic the crew might bring back, and tales of lost knowledge, and lost civilization abound creating infinite speculation and arguments about the origins of ancestors.  These are inspirational times.  It was a brisk, Fall evening.  Valgo was still making the final preparations of his crew - a hand-picked bunch that he'd traveled with many times.  A hundred (give or take), scallywags that he'd grown to love, and considered them his family.  It took a well-seasoned crew to man a ship as large as this one, and he knew that they were each more than capable in their responsibilities.  The one thing that was missing was the "special" crew - adventurers.  He knew that his sailors were good at their jobs, but they were no match to the unknowns and perils that venturing into a foreign land would throw at them.  He needed powerful adventurers if he was to succeed - a gifted spellcaster, a pious cleric, an agile rogue, and a couple of good strong arms.    He had found them, he was sure of this.  Some he found in Bluffside, through a small office he had opened there a few months prior.  The rest came from the Bastion.  Some of them came well recommended from the church, and others whose abilities he was able to witness, there was no need for recommendations.  Mournax and Ivo were two of the best warriors he'd ever seen.  Mournax's brute force and sheer power was a complement to Ivo's agility and prowess with his blade.  Nytor was a pious, righteous cleric of the Great Provider.  His warmth of personality, and faith would help guide them.  Rath was a gifted sorcerer - a prodigy with Force abjuration, and dimensional spells.  He also took up the code of the Arcane Paladin, which Valgo knew was an honor not to be taken lightly.  Bax was the best bowman Valgo had ever seen.  "I would have thought it impossible to hit a bird on a ledge that far away if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes", Valgo thought to himself, daydreaming about what kinds of things they might find on the lost continent.  Dzintra was an odd sort, quiet, calm; just the kinds of qualities he felt were most important in a rogue.  "At least she hasn't served any jail time", he joked with himself.  And there they were, assembled on the pier amidst the laborers still loading provisions at this late hour.  "Hello, Valgo", Rath said.  Valgo greeted them, "Hello, my friends.  We are still making final preparations."  "I am unfamiliar with this town.  I've got 500 gold coins burning a hole in my pockets, that I'm not going to be able to use where I'm going.  Where's a good bar around here", Mournax asked, with a sense of urgency.  Surprised, Valgo replied, "There are some nice places around here, you just have to go further inland to avoid the seedier establishments."  Ivo asked, "I would accompany you, Mournax", and Dzintra replied, "And I as well.  It sounds like a great idea."  "Good then", Mournax said, "let us find a place where we can release our coin".  "I prefer a quiet meal", "Yes, I as well", said Rath and Nytor".  "Would you care to join us", Rath asked.  "I have to attend to some last minute provisions here.  We are running late, and we need to have everything ready before in the morning.  I know a good place that you could try, and I could meet you there later if I am able."  At that, Bax, who had agreed to accompany them for dinner, Nytor, and Rath left for dinner.  Valgo remained behind, at least for a while to make sure everything was in order.  Already, even at this late hour, there were onlookers along the pier awaiting the departure of his ship.  "I've a lot to live up to", Valgo thought.Next morning, the pier was packed with onlookers and well-wishers.  The docks were full of excitement as the crowds cheered Valgo and his crew.  "Come back alive!", some would jokingly shout.  To which Valgo would just smile and wave.  Kids, bundled up in warm clothes stretced their hands out for his autograph.  It was just becoming winter here.  Valgo would sail all throughout the cold winter months, hoping to land in the early spring.  Once everything was tied down, and everything was in its place, the ropes were untied, and with much cheering and wave from the shore, the docks grew smaller and smaller as the Celestial's destination awaited her.cont...</blockquote>

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