Shards of Memory--Act I: The Boundless Void

[Bront]

[sblock=Me]Kirkesh will make his way back along the rope, leaving it tied to the other ship.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Kirkesh returns along the rope, the Fly spell still in effect, leaving it tied to the other ship. Before long, he is back on the Hesychia.*

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

“So, what did you find over there Kirkesh?” Zaeryn asks, as Kirkesh returns to the Hesychia.

 

[Bront]

"K, there's someone still in the Helm, long dead, and a look of terror on the face," he says. "I left the rope so we can climb back and forth if need be. The air is a bit stale, but it's breathable. I didn't check the holds, but I'm confident that there isn't anything alive over there. Perhaps we can salvage some parts and supplies."

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

“I wonder what could have caused the look of terror...though I’m not so curious that I want to run into it myself,” Zaeryn remarks with a shudder. “Yes, well hopefully the helm is okay and we can remove it, as an extra helm would be quite valuable. Would you mind tying the rope to this side as well then Kirkesh, just so we have a secure line?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Note--bringing two helms on the same ship generally results in weird distortions or interference (even if one is not set up) unless the helms are connected into a series helm or otherwise treated with special equipment to prevent this)

 

[Bront]

"Nah, you don't want two helms here unless you're set up for it. But we can explore the rest of the ship. I'm sure there's something of value there."

Kirkesh will secure the rope on this ship.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Look of terror? Good enough reason to have Yotsu-san and I watch the backs of those who go over," Diedrik says, and loosens his sword, "Although I wish we had a means of evading the effects of stale air. I guess we could just hold our breath for as long as possible while over there, if only to buy some time."

 

[Keia]

Yotsu Yuriko, Female Larakese Martial Artist

*Yuriko nodded at the suggestion, and rushed to her room to gather her equipment, spare though it was. A scared to death expression sounded like she needed her katana . . . just in case*

 

[unleashed]

Zaeryn T'Erilan, Male Altanian Arcanist

"Nah, you don't want two helms here unless you're set up for it. But we can explore the rest of the ship. I'm sure there's something of value there."

“Yes, they alluded to interference of some kind in one of the books I’ve read on spelljamming theory, though I wasn’t sure it was true, a pity, as it would be interesting to study a helm I could afford to experiment with. Hmm, if we were only a few days from another world I’d suggest flying it there, but since we’re not I guess we’ll have to salvage what we can...though it’s a chance to expand my magical knowledge, that I really hate to miss,” Zaeryn remarks longingly.