"It seems to be too many things at once. I wonder why it hasn't all fallen apart before this; the pieces don't match," Drota comments, her brow furrowed in thought.
Tale of the Clueless - Chapter 1: On the Seas of Air [IC Thread]
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Saloric Windrunner
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"So if they try to keep the everything in balance? Gods that must be a thankless job. You'd have to oppose everyone at some time, you'd have no allies and everyone would have a reason for wanting to do harm to you." Shakes his head. "Still though that's the choice they made, strange as it may be. If you stand at the bottom of a mountain you have expect an avalanch will hit you sooner or later."
Nalfeshnee
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'Good dwarven allegory, that.' says Derrick as he takes a gulp from his tankard. He is silent for a moment and turns to Drota.
His gaze lingers for a moment, his brow becoming heavy, his eyes darkening, with what could be racial memories or mental pictures. He shakes the foul mask away with a shake and speaks. 'Greybeards like to talk about things like that - the wonder and impossibility of the planes. Like the Outlands itself. The place - like all outer planes - is an infinate realm without beginning or end. it stretches infinately along the canvas of the great wheel, is home to all terrains imaginable and billions upon billions of inhabitants (perhaps an infinate number, given its endless expanse).'
'Once a cutter can wrap his mind around such inconceivable truths - or ignores them, whichever you prefer - he can begin to question other, more important things. In the centre of the Outlands is spire; itself infinately high. Atop this spire floats the City that is called Sigil. Around 1000 miles out from the Spire are the gate towns, each a community miroring the attitudes of one of the true Outer Planes. Tradegate, i have already mentioned, and is the gate town to Bytopia. Strangest fact about the gate towns is this: once a cutter leaves a gate town and heads away from the spire, no matter how far or long he travels, there will always be a gate town around 200 miles away.'
'I can see your Prime minds questioning my words already: How can an infinate plane have a centre? How can an infinate spire have something floating atop it? best thing a cutter can do is just acceot it and get on with his life. Otherwise, you'll go barmy.' the dwarf takes another sip.
His gaze lingers for a moment, his brow becoming heavy, his eyes darkening, with what could be racial memories or mental pictures. He shakes the foul mask away with a shake and speaks. 'Greybeards like to talk about things like that - the wonder and impossibility of the planes. Like the Outlands itself. The place - like all outer planes - is an infinate realm without beginning or end. it stretches infinately along the canvas of the great wheel, is home to all terrains imaginable and billions upon billions of inhabitants (perhaps an infinate number, given its endless expanse).'
'Once a cutter can wrap his mind around such inconceivable truths - or ignores them, whichever you prefer - he can begin to question other, more important things. In the centre of the Outlands is spire; itself infinately high. Atop this spire floats the City that is called Sigil. Around 1000 miles out from the Spire are the gate towns, each a community miroring the attitudes of one of the true Outer Planes. Tradegate, i have already mentioned, and is the gate town to Bytopia. Strangest fact about the gate towns is this: once a cutter leaves a gate town and heads away from the spire, no matter how far or long he travels, there will always be a gate town around 200 miles away.'
'I can see your Prime minds questioning my words already: How can an infinate plane have a centre? How can an infinate spire have something floating atop it? best thing a cutter can do is just acceot it and get on with his life. Otherwise, you'll go barmy.' the dwarf takes another sip.
Idim shakes her head as the talk of infinities streams by her. She finally nods at the end of Derricks speech. "'Otherwise, you'll go barmy,'" she quotes. "I'll drink to that!" She raises a drink and throughs it back with vigor. Though, from the wince she makes, the Shaaryan girl is still not well accustomed to the dwarven drink.
Nalfeshnee
Explorer
[sblock=Vor]Outside, everything is as expected. A skeletin crew is on hand to keep things in working order, while the rest of the men and women are belw deck, resting for the next days' work. Drahluut is behind the wheel and he seems busy with a telescope most of the time, looking for something - possibly a landmark. A while later he seems to find what he's looking for. He locks the wheel and rushes to the foredeck where he speaks with two of the men (they are too far for you to hear anything).
He goes below deck after speaking with the men, his movements urgent.[/sblock]
He goes below deck after speaking with the men, his movements urgent.[/sblock]
Nalfeshnee
Explorer
'You'll get used to it. Hopefully!' says Derrick as he pours some more bub into Mirs' cup. He winks at her, his beard almost hiding the smile he gives her.
Ambrus
Explorer
[sblock=Nalfeshnee]Vor circles around towards the front of the ship and peers in the direction that Drahluut was searching, mildly embarassed that he himself hadn't spotted whatever had seemingly alarmed the first mate; the little dragon was supposed to be serving as lookout... (Spot +8)[/sblock]
Nalfeshnee
Explorer
[sblock=Vor]'Without the aid of a telescope, it is difficult to see anything significant. Though on the ship, the crew who Drahluut spoke to seem to be working at a quicker pace, adjucting rigging and checking stowage compartments.
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spot (1d20+8=9)[/sblock]
Nalfeshnee
Explorer
[sblock=Vor]the crewman (a burly planetouched, with what could be Jann blodd cursing through his veins) turns round, and regards you with a sceptical eye.'What you looking at? there's nothing here but open air and some pockets of magma, up ahead. No more. Drahluut's just gone downdeck to tell Beni, that's all.'[/sblock]
