World of Kulan DM
Soumral takes note of everything that Torm says about the other gods, and hopes that she can find evidence to help figure out what is going on.
"If it is a spelljammer, it will require a skilled mage to fly it," Ulraunt replies. "While I haven't seen such a flying ship in decades, I can tell you that learning how to fly one isn't extremely difficult. It can be very hard on the body, however. And with the Weave gone, it might take a Chosen to fly one now. Or someone connected to the Shadow Weave.""A flying ship? That certainly would be useful. Considering how long it would take us to get to Anauroch by foot, it might be worth the risk to detour south instead of north."
"Does anyone know how to operate this... spelljammer?"
Many eyes glance towards Silhouette.
"Yes, I know that there are several books about those sorts of ships in the library, but it will take a few hours to find them," the Keeper adds. "I think we should adjourn. I will escort Lady Silhouette and Mr. Belgeon into the library, personally. Oghma has commanded that normal strictures be set aside, but I'd still prefer to limit the number of 'guests' wandering through the library. But if any of you at this table feel you must enter, then Oghma commands that I must permit you. And Lord Torm, you are welcome, of course.""Doubtful. If only there were a library around here somewhere," Silhouette said with an amused glint in her eye. "That said, having such a vessel under our control answers any number of questions that previously had no good reply. It would be worth our time to find it."
"Nay, I should help with martial matters," the ex-god replies. He stands and looks at Zorbath. "You are with me, Gatewarden. I shall drill your troops myself and see what they are made of."
"We, we are honored," Zorbath replies with reverence.
"Do not be honored until after you find out how hard I'm going to push your watchers." He nods to each of you before leaving the table and heading out of the temple. Zorbath and ever guard goes with him, as well as most of the refugees and a handful of the monks.
"Minsc and I cannot pass up the opportunity to learn from Torm the True," Landor says. "Right, Minsc!"
"Swords, not words!" The big man says eagerly.
"Imoen, go with Silhouette and Belgeon," the bhaalspawn says to his friend. "Help anyway you can."
"Uhm, okay," she says wearily.
"She should rest, Landor. As will I," Yoshimo insists. "Remember that we don't have your stamina."
"I'm ready to fall over right here," Loranys says with a yawn. "I was ready to sleep hours ago."
"I will go with you," Bentley says to Sil. "With your permission, of course, Keeper."
"Oghma has given you permission, Master Mirrorshade," Ulraunt replies. "You do not have to ask for mine as well."
The gnome nods.
"I will go find Rodan and try to get him to calm down," the Magister says. "If I can convince him, we will meet you in the library."
"I feel that I must leave," Jaheira says. Her words are surprising to her friends. "I must go to the Forest of Mir and warn my enclave of the dangers to come, if it hasn't reached their ears yet. It is my duty." She asks the Magister how far she can Wind Walk her towards Tethyr.
"I can get you to Beregost from here without exerting myself," the Magister says. "With a little more effort, I can get you halfway to Nashkel. It would be better for you to wait and go with the others."
"No, I know them too well," the druid replies. "They will try to convince me to go with them to the north. It's in their nature."
"Jah–" Imoen says.
"No, child!" Jaheira insists. "I must go to my elders, to my people. If I can, I will join you all later."
"Be well, Jaheira." Landor says calmly with his back to her.
"Landor, I, I'm sorry, I have to do this," she says with a tear in her eye.
"I know." Landor and Minsc head out of the temple.
Yoshimo bows to the druid and to Yin Hun as well before he leads Imoen and Loranys out of the temple. Loranys yawns and leans on Imoen. Reflexively, Belgeon tries to stifle a yawn.
"You as well," Ulraunt insists. "Get some rest, and I will have the monks wake you in four hours."
"N- no, I'm all right," the ex-Fist says as he tries to stand and begins to tip over. The Keeper snaps his fingers and two monks swoop in to catch the young warrior before he hits the floor. Belgeon looks more boy than man as they carry him out of the temple.
Jaheira bows to Yin Hun. "I must go apologize to your friend, Rodan, before I go. I said some things to him I regret. I hope I will see you again," she leaves the temple with the Magister.
Ulraunt looks at both Soumral and Yin Hun before asking, "Do you wish to enter the library as well?"