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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rune" data-source="post: 175922" data-attributes="member: 67">Session 5, part 1The flames taunt us from all directions as we rush to the fish-markets.Somewhere in the distance, a fallen airship wreaths the night sky in an orange glow as it burns.  That is not our immediate problem, however.An inn is on fire; it is the very inn Virian and Dexerion had been sleeping at, while in town.  Someone inside is screaming for help.  Virian and Dexerion rush to the entrance and dash inside.  Jared’s mind twists reality, and he and I soon find ourselves climbing up the side of the building—like spiders—and into a window on the top floor.  Maialin busies herself holding back Fruffy and his various rodents as they try to advance upon the pretty lights of the flaming inn.Inside, Jared and I find an old man--unconscious, but breathing.  Virian and Dexerion have found the source of the screaming; a woman has been pinned inside with her wailing infant.  Dexerion is driven back by the blistering heat and Virian is trying to balance the baby in two of his hands and the woman in the other two.  He can’t quite get it, so I run to help him.  When we get the woman and child out, Virian and Dex go back in to search for a friend of Dexerion’s who had been staying in the inn, a man named Reynold.Fruff runs over to the old man and clutches him, an intense green-ness washes over them, throbbing with the pulse of nature as it passes between the halfling and the old man.  The old man's eyes open.As soon as I can see that the man will be alright, I run inside to help the bard and the wizard find their friend.The tall bard’s height is against him; he has succumbed to the dense, rolling smoke and the crackling heat.  He lies prone and unconscious, slowly burning to death.  Dexerion struggles to drag him to safety, but the weight of the four-armed fop is too great for the spellcrafter to manage on his own.  Even with my help, the process is a slow one.  I can feel my skin peeling.Fruffy revives Virian, as well.  I am ready to head back into the inferno to search for Reynold, but fortunately, the old man, whom Jared rescued, bears that very identity.After a brief pause for breath (which I badly need), we head toward the fallen airship.  It is on its side and its hull is collapsing as it is steadily eaten by greedy tongues of flame.  From a square hole in the deck, some thirty feet above us, a voice rings out in pain and fear.Grappling hooks are caught on that hole and ropes snake down from it, but they are slick with grime and sweat.  Virian is the only one among us who is able to scale the deck on the first attempt.  Inside the hole, he begins to climb down another rope, but his four arms fail him.  He falls thirty feet into the darkness.The hull has beautiful acoustics.  We hear an almost lovely, sick, meaty, CRUNCH echo through the giant percussive instrument—this flaming ship.</blockquote>

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