Starman
Adventurer
When: 17th hour, Second Zol, Dravago
Where: Somewhere over Breland aboard the airship Cloud Dancer
The air is cool and a bit thin as you step onto the top deck of the airship. Passengers are restricted to a small box with a waist high (for humans, anyway) rail when they come up on deck and only about thirty can come up at a time. Since the journey began there has hardly been a time when the Passenger’s Box hasn’t been full, and it is easy to see why. The view is enough to take your breath away. The Blackcaps rise up sharply ahead of the airship, their strange black peaks that give them their name visible through wisps of clouds. On the ground to the left (or port as the sailors say even in the air) of the ship, you see a forest, though it looks like a sea of green twigs.
On deck, crewmembers dressed in the blue and silver livery of House Lyrander move about scrubbing the deck, adjusting equipment, or just keeping an eye on the horizon.
You’ve been on the airship for about two and a half days now since departing Sharn for Xandrar. There are about one hundred passengers on ship. Some of the people you’ve met or seen aboard are:
As you admire the view, you hear one of the crewmembers shouting.
“Captain! Look there. Dropping out of the clouds.”
You follow the man’s outstretched hand, as does Kravith. Off in the distance a dark shape is emerging from the cloud-covered peaks of the Blackcaps. A cloudy white ring surrounds it and it appears to be coming toward the Cloud Dancer. The captain pulls out his looking glass and stares at the shape for a moment.
“Damn!” he says. “They’re not flying any colors. They must be pirates. I haven’t heard of any sky pirates operating in this area, though.” Kravith confers quietly with his first mate for a moment before hollering out. “Vandane, turn this cursed ship around! It is a rare ship that can match the Cloud Dancer.”
“To arms men!” the first mate hollers. “If we can’t outrun them, we’ll damn well be ready to bite back at them.”
The crewmembers on deck begin scurrying around getting armed and moving to the rail. Captain Kravith walks over to the Passenger’s Box. He is calm and smiling. “I am going to have to ask you all to go below. It will be much safer, I promise you. However, if any of you are fighting men, I would welcome your assistance.”
Where: Somewhere over Breland aboard the airship Cloud Dancer
The air is cool and a bit thin as you step onto the top deck of the airship. Passengers are restricted to a small box with a waist high (for humans, anyway) rail when they come up on deck and only about thirty can come up at a time. Since the journey began there has hardly been a time when the Passenger’s Box hasn’t been full, and it is easy to see why. The view is enough to take your breath away. The Blackcaps rise up sharply ahead of the airship, their strange black peaks that give them their name visible through wisps of clouds. On the ground to the left (or port as the sailors say even in the air) of the ship, you see a forest, though it looks like a sea of green twigs.
On deck, crewmembers dressed in the blue and silver livery of House Lyrander move about scrubbing the deck, adjusting equipment, or just keeping an eye on the horizon.
You’ve been on the airship for about two and a half days now since departing Sharn for Xandrar. There are about one hundred passengers on ship. Some of the people you’ve met or seen aboard are:
Lord Kravith d’Lyrander (half-elf male) – Captain of the Cloud Dancer. He has striking good looks and knows it, although he is still likeable. Kravith is a ladies’ man. He runs the ship with a firm, sure hand and seems well liked. He is tall for a half-elf and has long, blond hair that he keeps tied back. Kravith’s Mark of Storm manifested on the center of his chest. You aren’t sure if he keeps his shirt unlaced to display his mark or to show his toned chest to the ladies, although it is probably both.
Vandane d’Lyrander (half-elf male) – Pilot of the Cloud Dancer. He would be better looking if he would smile once in awhile. He sulks around the ship and you have heard other crewmember’s mutter about his mood. At one point you noticed that when Lord Kravith walked by him, Vandane snarled and shot a hateful glare at his back. He has shoulder-length brown, wavy hair and blue eyes.
Davik (male human) – Davik was a soldier in the Brelish army during the Last War. He says he recently found a valuable relic, which he sold for enough money to pay to retire to a country estate with his wife (Thummina) and son (Bran).
Thummina (female human) – Thummina is Davik’s wife. She is not beautiful, but certainly pretty. She is obviously in love with Davik. You haven’t seen them apart and they are always holding hands.
Bran (male human) – Bran is about eight years old and quite curious. He likes to go up to other passengers, introduce himself, and ask them questions about where they are from and what they have seen. Bran worships his father and, when he is not asking questions, he is telling people about his father, the war hero.
Vangelis (male elf) – Vangelis is a wealthy merchant, which he reminds everyone of frequently. He struts around looking down his nose at everyone. He frequently complains about the smell (you haven’t smelled anything out of the ordinary) and usually keeps a scented handkerchief in hand to hold to his face. He also complains frequently to Captain Kravith that his room is not as accommodating as it should be, although he paid for the largest passenger room on board.
Namfoodle (male gnome) – Namfoodle is an alchemist, although you sometimes wonder if he really knows what he is doing. He has caused two “incidents” so far. The first time, there was some sort of loud bang from his room. You checked it out and saw that the whole room was covered in some sort of slimy goop. The second time, he spilled a vial of liquid on another passenger that turned the skin on his arm green and scaly. It took him about an hour to concoct an antidote, the whole time of which the passenger was screaming. Captain Kravith has sworn to throw Namfoodle overboard if there are any more problems. That hasn’t stopped the gnome from fiddling with his beakers and distillers and strange liquids even in the common area below deck.
Anvil (warforged) – Anvil is one of the strange warforged creatures. He is quiet and keeps to himself for the most part. He gets his share of distrustful looks and most of the passengers go out of their way to avoid him.
Yothcare (male human) – Yothcare is a short man in his twilight years. He hobbles around with the aid of a gnarled stick. His hair is more white than gray and he wears a beard that leaves his upper lip bare. Despite his advanced age, he still has a knowing gleam in his eye leaving no doubt that he is in full possession of his mental faculties.
Vandane d’Lyrander (half-elf male) – Pilot of the Cloud Dancer. He would be better looking if he would smile once in awhile. He sulks around the ship and you have heard other crewmember’s mutter about his mood. At one point you noticed that when Lord Kravith walked by him, Vandane snarled and shot a hateful glare at his back. He has shoulder-length brown, wavy hair and blue eyes.
Davik (male human) – Davik was a soldier in the Brelish army during the Last War. He says he recently found a valuable relic, which he sold for enough money to pay to retire to a country estate with his wife (Thummina) and son (Bran).
Thummina (female human) – Thummina is Davik’s wife. She is not beautiful, but certainly pretty. She is obviously in love with Davik. You haven’t seen them apart and they are always holding hands.
Bran (male human) – Bran is about eight years old and quite curious. He likes to go up to other passengers, introduce himself, and ask them questions about where they are from and what they have seen. Bran worships his father and, when he is not asking questions, he is telling people about his father, the war hero.
Vangelis (male elf) – Vangelis is a wealthy merchant, which he reminds everyone of frequently. He struts around looking down his nose at everyone. He frequently complains about the smell (you haven’t smelled anything out of the ordinary) and usually keeps a scented handkerchief in hand to hold to his face. He also complains frequently to Captain Kravith that his room is not as accommodating as it should be, although he paid for the largest passenger room on board.
Namfoodle (male gnome) – Namfoodle is an alchemist, although you sometimes wonder if he really knows what he is doing. He has caused two “incidents” so far. The first time, there was some sort of loud bang from his room. You checked it out and saw that the whole room was covered in some sort of slimy goop. The second time, he spilled a vial of liquid on another passenger that turned the skin on his arm green and scaly. It took him about an hour to concoct an antidote, the whole time of which the passenger was screaming. Captain Kravith has sworn to throw Namfoodle overboard if there are any more problems. That hasn’t stopped the gnome from fiddling with his beakers and distillers and strange liquids even in the common area below deck.
Anvil (warforged) – Anvil is one of the strange warforged creatures. He is quiet and keeps to himself for the most part. He gets his share of distrustful looks and most of the passengers go out of their way to avoid him.
Yothcare (male human) – Yothcare is a short man in his twilight years. He hobbles around with the aid of a gnarled stick. His hair is more white than gray and he wears a beard that leaves his upper lip bare. Despite his advanced age, he still has a knowing gleam in his eye leaving no doubt that he is in full possession of his mental faculties.
As you admire the view, you hear one of the crewmembers shouting.
“Captain! Look there. Dropping out of the clouds.”
You follow the man’s outstretched hand, as does Kravith. Off in the distance a dark shape is emerging from the cloud-covered peaks of the Blackcaps. A cloudy white ring surrounds it and it appears to be coming toward the Cloud Dancer. The captain pulls out his looking glass and stares at the shape for a moment.
“Damn!” he says. “They’re not flying any colors. They must be pirates. I haven’t heard of any sky pirates operating in this area, though.” Kravith confers quietly with his first mate for a moment before hollering out. “Vandane, turn this cursed ship around! It is a rare ship that can match the Cloud Dancer.”
“To arms men!” the first mate hollers. “If we can’t outrun them, we’ll damn well be ready to bite back at them.”
The crewmembers on deck begin scurrying around getting armed and moving to the rail. Captain Kravith walks over to the Passenger’s Box. He is calm and smiling. “I am going to have to ask you all to go below. It will be much safer, I promise you. However, if any of you are fighting men, I would welcome your assistance.”
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