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Message: <blockquote data-quote="carpedavid" data-source="post: 402960" data-attributes="member: 6971">9.28.02 - Session 1, Part 1After having salvaged what they can from the Red Dragon, Laurel, Nym, Erendil, Shoji, and Danklar begin flying the captured Unicorn and Displacer Beast back to New Charleston. Danklar captains the Unicorn with Avengardan prisoners tied up in the keep, and Laurel pilots the Displacer Beast with the remaining Terrelian troops.As they fly through the dark night, the firestorm on the horizon creeps closer, the sound of thunder rolling through the air. Nym keeps looking though the spyglass at the horrific battle. As far as he can see, Avengardan and Terrelian airships bombard each other with fireballs, lightning bolts, and ballistae. The Avengardans are pushing the unprepared Terrelians back at an alarming rate. Within a week, the front will reach the Nettle Wood. Within two, it could reach the capital. As the group solemnly watches the fighting in the distance, a Terrelian command ship appears out of the darkness. "Halt!" booms a voice across the shadowed gap between them, "Stop your ships and prepare to be boarded." Laurel struggles to control the air spirit bound into the Displacer Beast. Before today, she had never piloted an airship, and it takes all of her concentration to bring the ship to a stuttering halt. The command ship nimbly pulls alongside and a heavily armored human man whose insignia identifies him as an admiral, steps off the deck and gracefully floats over. A small squadron of soldiers, who all have their weapons drawn, follows closely behind him. "Who is the commander of this ship?" the admiral demands as he lands on the deck of the Displacer Beast. Shoji looks around at his companions, hoping that one of them will volunteer. Erendil takes a step backward and looks at his shoes. While technically the captain, Laurel is busy keeping the ship steady. Nym is nowhere to be seen. "I guess I am," Shoji steps forward and salutes. "Why are you flying Terrelian flags on an Avengardan ship?" the admiral hisses. "Uh, well, we captured them after they attacked our troop transport, the Red Dragon," Shoji offers hesitantly. "Really," the admiral's stare drills into Shoji's head, "Then where is the Red Dragon?" "Um, well, sir, you see, we had to scuttle it and use its parts to repair these two ships. It wasn't airworthy anymore," Shoji replies. "Hmm." The admiral considers this for a moment, and then his countenance relaxes. "You've done well," he says as he looks around at the group of adventurers, "These ships may be very valuable to us in the future." After pausing for a moment to think, he asks, "Do you have any standing orders?" "No," replies Shoji The admiral nods his head. "Very good, then," he says as he motions to one of his guard. The soldier turns and flies to the command ship, then returns a moment later with a large silver scroll tube. "You'll take these orders to the ground commander at New Charleston," the admiral instructs as the guard hands the tube to Shoji. "We can't trust magical communications not to be intercepted, so you'll save me a great deal of time," he says, looking pleased for the first time. "We will do our best, sir," says Shoji. "Go with Dominus' grace," the admiral smiles. He turns to his guard, and flies back to the command ship. After a moment, the HMS Intrepid pulls away, and the Displacer Best and the Unicorn resume flying though the inky darkness. More to come...</blockquote>

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