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

[Eva of Sirrion]

I am from the world Krynn, on the continent of Ansalon, a world whose inhabitants' knowledge of the planes leaves much to be desired according to those from Sigil. Mir begins. The lands of Abanasinia and the woods of Qualinesti are my home. Abanasinia is shared, sometimes uneasily, by the city folk and the Plainsmen of the Que-Shu and Que-Teh tribes. I'd imagine Idim would feel right at home amongst the Plainsmen, as your ways seem quite similar. The Que-Shu is the friendlier of the two tribes, and Goldmoon, the leader of the Order of Mishakal, is from the Que-Shu tribe as well. They also trade in coffee. She adds the last bit with a smile.

The forest of Qualinesti are a sight to see. The tree cities of the elves are built in harmony with the living woods, and the combination of the ancient oaks and the crystal towers is unmatched by anything on the face of Ansalon. The cities were built to last for millenia, and most likely will be there long after we're gone.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Drota seems terribly pleased to be asked of her homeland, and listens curiously to the others before leaping in with her own words. "My home is Vaasa, the frozen plains between the earth's bones. They're hard to live in, but rich if you know how to hunt. There's caves there big enough for a hundred clans, and animals larger than four warriors put together, deer and bulls and huge hunting cats..."

 

[Gli'jar]

Terrathoin interest in his companions is evident as he joins the group, carefully listening to the descriptions of their homes. Terrathoin’s head lifts at the mention of the Shaaran strongholds of the dwarves. "Shaar, surrounds the Great Rift, many strongholds and trading posts have been established along the border of our lands. Many clans make up the, The Great Rift, the mightiest of dwarven realms in Faerun and the ancestral home my people, the gold dwarves. " He pauses a second to catch his breath before continuing.

"Many years ago we won our battles against our foes, and our population grew. In the last few generations, our people were further blessed and great clans went out to settle new lands. My clan helped to establish the strongholds, foundries and smelters in a realm of ash and volcanic fire known as The Smoking Mountains, to the north of The Great Rift. It is a tough land, dragons and giants inhabit the Black Ash Plain and the Smoking Mountains are home to dragons, salamanders and hydras. The volcanoes provide constant heat to the forges, purifying flames so hot they will sear your flesh clean off if ye are not careful, and the minerals, veins run for miles, and the ore bodies fill great caverns. A sight to behold.”

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Surely. It is good to hear of the wonders the Material has to offer. All too often in the Outer Planes we hear about the stupidity of the Primers and the blandness of their... your, homes. It's just the way things are. Not that I think that is in anyway true, of course.

Perhaps we will have more time to speak of this later; now i must return to my ship.'

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Navigation check 33
encounter check 42

Day Three

You all out, standing on the on the deck of The Sea Breeze watching the beautiful cloud formations of the plane, when you hear a call coming from crows nest ‘Ship ahoy!’ the air genasi spotter cries, as crew members scramble to their positions. Alerted to the incoming ship, you can now spy a vessel in the distance, rapidly approaching, cutting a swathe through a thick cloud. It is similar in size and shape to the ship you are now standing on, though with the distance separating you from the sight – it is difficult to say for sure.

The expanse between the two ships rapidly closes (an indication of the incoming ships’ great speed). Its sails depict a hand reaching up for a sword by the blade with indigo blood running down over a purple backdrop. Black edges curl around and infringe in a jagged fashion.

Captain Beni rushes to the prow of the ship and puts a telescope to his eye.

‘It is heading this way, though it doesn’t look hostile. We’d better be careful, just the same,’ he says turning to you. ’Well, let hope it is not necessary – but you’d best be prepared, Just in case. Pirates are not uncommon out here.’

He calls out for Derrick who quickly joins the assembly ‘Yes captain?’

‘Send a message to the crew of the other ship, declaring our situation and request their own – we cannot take any chances with this cargo,’ Beni turns round to you all, a grave look on his face ‘If they board, I want you to be ready, in case they try to overrun the ship.’

Derrick turns round to Beni ‘Captain, a spellcaster returned my message. They claim to be Martyrs – the symbol on their sails confirms this – they wish to parley, it seems as if they seek our aid.’

‘Very well, let them board, but be peery, they could be in disguise.’​

 

[Eva of Sirrion]

Mir retrieves her weaponry from below. If it is a trap, she will be ready to repel boarders.

 

[Saloric Windrunner]

Thrumgall also goes down and collects his weaponry. He stations himself near the top of the stairs to the forecastle where he can easily cover most of the ship with his bow. "If this is an ambush we'll turn the tide on them quick enough."

 

[Ambrus]

Vor, never without his silvered guantlets and eldritch might continues to keep watch on the approaching vessel as he spirals aloft around the ship.

 

[Gli'jar]

Terrathoin continues below with the others, dons his battle gear and grabs his weapons. He moves into center position on the ship that gives him good tactical command in case they attempt to overrun the ship. "I've got my ground. Let em try to peel me."

OOC I put a message on the OOC page but wanted to make sure it is both places. You (Nalfeshnee) may need to NPC me as I was lucky enough to pull fire detail. We are not sure the length or if I will be spending the nights in the field at the fire. If I will be able to post it will not come til late Sat (Pacific time) and I should know more details then.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Drota nods firmly, her spear held in her hand, though grounded against the deck in an outward show of peace.