Tale of the Clueless - Chapter 1: On the Seas of Air [IC Thread]

[Dichotomy]

Idim shakes her head and then stares resolutely at the door.

"If this is to be my death, I will face it with my eyes open." Without waiting for the others, the Shaarayan girl holds the metal rod stiffly in front of her in both hands and quickly walks into the door. Fear is evident on her face, but she doesn't balk.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

The moment the rod touches the wall, Idim disappeares like Beni before her

 

[Eva of Sirrion]

Well, see you on the other side, as we say in my world. Grasping the rod, Mir steps through.

 

[Ambrus]

"You're all so melodramatic! You all did this before to get here in the first place!" Vor takes his metal rod, places it between his teeth, unfurls his wings and leaps towards the bricked-in passageway.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Yes, but I didn't know what I was doing at the time... Drota thinks at the silver dragon's quip. Clutching the rod and taking a deep breath, she steps through.

 

[Saloric Windrunner]

Looks down at the rod, "Here's to taking my first step into a new world." Thrumgall presses the rod against the door as he steps through.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

When you walk through the tower you suddenly find yourself sanding under a hewn stone archway of a distinctly different hue to the one you were under just a moment ago. And, just as Beni said, you are cold; as though you had just taken a walk through an arctic plain.

But the feeling is nothing compared to what stands before you…

You have emerged from the archway in the middle of a bustling harbour-island – you can just about see both sides of the island through the crowded streets. Berthed along the wharf are many different ships of startlingly different design. Some are familiar to your eyes, while other bear little-or-no resemblance to any vessel you’ve seen before. Some appear to be flying, with either disks of flame surrounding them, or sacs of air supporting them. Others are made of metal and look more like burrowing creatures than anything else. Most are actually berthed in the dirty water, though others seem to float above it rather than on it, or are parked on the quays themselves.

Out at sea you can make out many freestanding circles of stone – some of which seem to be pulsing with magical energy. As you look, you see a ship suddenly emerging from one of them, alongside a gush of foul-looking water that quickly disperses into the sea around it.

‘This is the Planar-Harbour, a demiplane created many years ago by a business oriented mage. This is where my ship is berthed.’ He leads you to his own ship – which, perhaps anticlimactically, appears to be no more than a normal two-masted ship, not even a very big one. Though its design is very sleek, and just by looking at her you can see that she is a vessel of speed.​

 

[Eva of Sirrion]

She's a fine ship indeed.Mir comments. What do you call her?

 

[Ambrus]

Vor's first impression upon leaping through the gate is disappointment. Instead of soaring up into the air as he'd hoped the little dragon remains land-bound as gravity allows him to only glide a few yards before alighting on the grime covered flagstones. He looks around the small port town seemingly unimpressed, until Beni mentions that the entire place is a man-made feat of magic-craft. Vor suddenly begins looking around with great interest at the ground, the sky, the horizon and the distant magic gateways. He trails behind the group and doesn't even seem to notice the merchant's ordinary looking vessel when its pointed out to him. "I've heard some wizards and sorcerers talk in hushed whispers about art-crafted demi-planes, but I've never known anyone to have seen a real one themselves. How long ago was it created? What facet of the Art did the mage practice? How big is it? Where are its boundaries and what do they look like?" The little dragon seems barely able to form the words as they tumble forth from his maw in a torrent.

 

[Gli'jar]

Terrathoin steps through the portal last, greeting the others upon his arrival, "Yep, just like I got here, only difference was the objects I was holding." He then gazes about, taking in all around him, then lets loose a whistle towards the flying ships bound by fire "Some dwarven engineers I know would love to have a look at those ships. I mean no offense master Beni" Terrathoin follows up as he is shown to Beni's ship, "She looks to be a fine ship."