A distant and isolated people, the Gryphs of Tamaranth nevertheless conduct some trade with other peoples of faraway lands.

The great span oaks of Tamaranth hold the aeries of this winged folk, the largest being at Dhar.  Because this place is across the Plains of Golarin, populated by the hostile tribes of the Beastmen, visitors from other lands are few, and many of those are the windships able to fly high above the wild lands.

While not possessing windship arcanology of their own, the Gryphs easily make their aeries accessible , the great branches of the span oaks acting as windship docks on their own.

Coming out on deck as the ship docks, Aalistair has obviously spent the last day of the journey cleaning his wide-brimmed hat and his cloak of all the accumulated road-dust and mended the various tears and cuts. Gleaming white (if a bit pale and thread-bare), he strides across the deck to the edge of the craft to see what he can from this new vantage point.

J'landria walks up beside Aalistair and tips her head slightly, then moves to look down toward the earthen floor.  With a twitch of her long tail, she lifts her head and looks into the sky and at the rest of Kar's people, the Gryphs.  Her rough pink tongue darts out, licking her lips and the set of her ears denotes some nervousness on her part.  That is gone quickly however when she straightens and pulls her shoulders back.  Her green eyes follow the flight of those around her.

In reply to J'landria (msg #3):

Kar looks about the great Eyries of Dhar, unsure how he has returned so soon. He sees Aalistair and J'landria disembark, and decides to follow. as he steps onto the great span oak branch, he spreads his wings to flew the cold muscles in his back and shoulders.

"Welcome to Dhar. I may not be a native, but I might be able to point you in the right direction, if I knew what you were searching for...?"

In reply to Kar (msg #4):

"Where are those who need aid, the wretched in need of a guiding light?" He looks back at the ship. "Perhaps after that, someplace with soft beds and hot water."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #5):

"Look about you, Priest. Here are few wretched ones. Even though they may deserve their fates, many of our unfortunates are cared for by family and clan. They would not accept your aid, were it offered, because they have already let down their own. I should say that the closest need exists either in the ship behind you or down on the ground below, not in the trees before.
Those who feel they are not worthy, or cannot contribute, are welcome to leave."

"I need to ask about... a youngling who may have passed.  Either in the company of someone else... or on his own," she says turning her gaze away from the trees and their inhabitants.  Her usual growl is a bit more pronounced than normal and she has an almost agitated air about her.  "Who would that be, do you know?"

She looks out again and takes a deep breath, one hand strays to the hilt of her sword at her hip and she grips the leather tight for a brief moment before taking another deep breath and letting her body relax some.

In reply to J'landria (msg #7):

"That opportunity has already presented itself. Our recent guest, Rawk, would have been the first to ask. aside from his Outflyers, I suppose we could check with some of the local hunters. They would have a better grasp of happennings closer to the ground."

"Careful, Kar. You leave yourself open for questions about your own absence from these woods." The Aamanian shakes his head slowly. "I would hazard to guess that there are those who might feel differently. But, if there are, as you say, no needy here, then I at least am in need of a soft bed and hot bath."

J'landria looks at Aalistair and then Kar and she nods.

"I was in... the nest.  I didn't want to leave... without permission.  I," she seems almost embarrassed.  The rumble rolls through her speech then stops suddenly and she looks Kar square in the eye.  "Could you show me a hunter?"

While you speak, several Gryphs come out to meet you, apparently in friendly fashion.  One among their number appears older, and speaks first.

"Greetings!  I am Elder K'Rhee, of Dhar.  I bid you welcome to our aerie."

"Greetings, Elder," says Aalistair, clasping his hands before him as if in prayer and bowing over them. "I am Aalistair, companion to these and others aboard the windship behind us. I believe that some word of our arrival may have preceded us."

In reply to GM (msg #11):

*With the approach, and subsequent arrival of the Elder, Kar falls noticably quiet...*

In reply to Aalistair (msg #12):

The elder returns Aalistair's bow.  "Yes, word has preceded your arrival.  It is not common to have visitors from other lands, especially for this time of year.  Our hunters have been out, and we are preparing a feast, if you would like to join us." 

"Ah, a feast." Aalistair quails for a moment but rebounds. "Yes, I am sure that we cannot possibly decline such a noble offer of a fresh meal. I shall inform those aboard the ship of your generosity. Might there be somewhere near at hand where we can clean ourselves and our belongings of the dust and grime of our travels and travails?" A hopeful smile comes to the Aamanians face before something passes behind his eyes like a storm cloud. "Ah, and lest I forget, we may need to speak with you regarding one who travels with us, but is not one of us."
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"In this tree, it is possible to move about by walking or climbing, as we greet many here who do not fly, such as yourselves.  On the ground below are some few buildings, which have accommodations if that would make you more comfortable, or you may find chambers arranged for you here in the Tree of Welcome, if you desire.  As to the one who travels with you, speak now, if you would, or later, as you wish."
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J'landria looks at Kar then the elder.  Then she leans in and whispers to Kar, her left ear twitching as if something is bothering it.

"Prrr... Do I ask him," she says with a whisper.
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In reply to J'landria (msg #17):

"Right...Elder, I thought we might seek the aid of the Ariane in the matter of our...passenger. Do you know of any who may be local and willing to assist us in identifying his true motives and identity?"

The Aamanian nods. "Yes. You see we have with us one whose identity is in question. He may possibly be a Rajan, or tainted by their magics. Hopefully, he is just what he seems - an unfortunate man caught up in some horrific events. If that is so, and he is who he says he is, then I will accept the penance due for his unwarranted imprisonment."

Wraith disembarks from the ship and finds himself within the massive branches of the trees.  He casually strolls about, taking in the grandeur of his surroundings, and hopes to locate some of the other passengers.

Wraith quickly runs into Aalistair, Kar, and J'landria, in the boughs of the great span oak, speaking with the Gryph Elder.

"I do not believe any of the Ariane are with us now," he says, "though if this is of great import to you, you might bring him to Altan, perhaps two days flight from here."

In reply to GM (msg #21):

Hoping to avoid being impertinent, Wraith casually listens to the exchange and assumes that the group discusses the mysterious passenger imprisoned on the ship.

Aalistair looks back to Kar and J'landria. "I cannot make the decision to subject both the ship and its crew to more travel over something that may be a triviality." He turns back to the Elder Gryph. "You have places here for travelers, though. That might be for the best."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #23):

"Pardon the interjection," says Wraith, taking a lithe step forward.  "I do think that it is very important for us to arrive at some sort of consensus about our mysterious traveler.  If he isn't what he seems to be, he could potentially destroy each and every one of us.  I believe that we should jettison him as soon as possible, unless we can determine without any doubt that he is who he says he is."

The Aamanian nods. "That is the matter at hand, yes. Mirna was working on a plan earlier, but I am not sure of the results."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #25):

"If this man truly has power to overwhelm us all, why would he not have used it before now? Also, how long can one maintain the kind of deception required to fool a ship full of various peoples. I am beginning to think this man is just what he appears. Maybe we should bring him out of his confinement and let his actions prove himself."

In reply to Kar (msg #26):

"Perhaps you're right, Kar," says Wraith.  "We may be overreacting.  Perhaps the dubious scent that was detected is the result of mistreatment. I am fine with whatever course of action you all decide upon.  I do, however, feel that he should be closely watched, in the event that we decide to let him remain upon the ship."

The elder looks between those speaking, "So you have a passenger you are uncertain of, and no longer wish aboard your vessel?  If you wish to discharge him, yes, we do have places here for travelers."  He nods to a younger Gryph nearby, "Hree will assist you with any arrangements, and guide you to the evening feast, should you be inclined to attend."

She shrugs her shoulders, turning back to the group.

"We should let him go," she says quietly.

In reply to J'landria (msg #29):

Mirna nods in response to J'landria. "Aalistair, you too raised concerning information. How do you feel about letting the Djaffa go?"

"I must admit I would feel that I had been remiss in my duties should we allow this fellow to go free only to find out later that he had committed some villainy here. But, we cannot be responsible for him. He is not one of our charges, so perhaps it is best if he were set upon his way with enough supplies to see him to the next settlement."

While you discuss your passenger, the Elder looks on, nonplussed.  He finally speaks, breaking the silence as you ponder.  "The feast begins shortly.  As I said, Hree here will assist you." 

With that, he, and a retinue of several other Gryphs turn and leave, heading back towards the Aerie, leaving only the young Hree behind with you.

"Well, Hree... what do we need to do to adequately prepare for this feast? Several of our number would likely appreciate that opportunity to bathe first, but are there any other concerns? Things we should be aware of?"

Hree regards you with a cocked head and a curious eye.  "There is water available to bathe; if you need the comfort of warm water, we had best take you to the buildings below.  Also, it is customary for our people to feast on a fresh kill directly, and only dry and preserve the remains afterward.  If you wish your portion cooked, no offense will be taken, but it would be best if I could relay that before the feast." 

She looks around, noting Gryphs flying to and fro.  "It will not be long, it would be best not to be late." 

Warm water sounds good, in temperatures just above freezing.  It is a chill day, for all but perhaps the Gryphs in their warm plumage, and the two Jaka with their fur.

"Warm water would be good, yes. And I, for one, would prefer my meat cooked; I am not used to rich fare." He looks back to Wraith and from thence to the ship. "Perhaps we should inform the others and get an idea for their preferences as well? And see about letting that fellow in the hold down on the ground; though bringing him to the feast might prove beneficial as well." He turns back to the Gryph before him. "I would imagine that you are going to need a tally of our numbers so as to adequately provide for all?"

In reply to Aalistair (msg #35):

A smile twitches across Wraith's face.  "I'd definitely prefer my fare cooked.  More important, though, I wish to thank you for inviting us to your feast.  You are quite generous in doing so."  He looks a Aalistair and says,"Perhaps we could learn more about our peculiar friend if we treat him less like a prisoner and invite him to the feast."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #36):

"Too, if is indeed whom he claims to be, then a meal is the least we should provide for him after dragging him this far."

Hree considers briefly, then answers, "Yes, I'm sure the number of guest would be good to know.  We must move on straight away, if you are to be refreshed, and we are to be on time." 

In reply to GM (msg #38):

After cocking his head and thinking for a moment, Kar responds to Hree:

"We have a total of 20-25 aboard including the two Jaka and myself. I am unsure of their dietary requirements... J'landria?"

"Thank you," Hree responds to Kar.  "I will go and deliver the news, and be back right away, that we can make haste, to not arrive late."

The brightly plumed young Gryph flies off, swooping gracefully towards the center of the great span oak.

"Mrrrrr, I can eat uncooked meats, Jaxar can too.  I think most... of the others would like it cooked," she says while looking around.  Her eyes linger on something for a moment before she turns their intense gaze back on Kar.  "I am... excited."

In reply to J'landria (msg #41):

"We should let the rest know, and start in"
 shrugs toward the center of activity "we don't want to be late."

"I'll go get them," she says simply and heads back onto the ship, her quick steps making her tail sway a bit.

Hree returns, landing softly, "There is just time for you to go below, if you wish." 

From the great branches, you travel inward to the trunk of the great span oak, where long rope ladders are unrolled, allowing descent to the ground below.  A short distance away, a small cluster of buildings huddle beside a flowing creek, and Hree leads you to the largest.

"This is the inn and marketplace frequented by those more comfortable out of the heights," she points a taloned hand towards the structure just as a portly Pharesian opens the heavy wooden door, a broad smile upon his face.

"Greetings, I am Erethar, master of the Lowly Inn," he sweeps his hand in a flourish into the interior of the building.  "How may I be of service?"

"Greetings, Erethar, and may the blessing of Aa be upon you and your establishment. To be blunt, we have little time at present, however, I would inquire about the possibility of a bath and then a room for let later this evening."

Aalistair looks about the place as if sizing it up, obviously comparing it to other places in his mind.

"Ah, then let us be about things quickly!" he exclaims.  "For a paltry two gold lumens, here, far from your homelands, you can enjoy all the comforts of home, most expeditiously!"


OoC:  His prices are a little high, and you can haggle (either with a skill roll, roll CHA (no doubling) with a -5 or haggle/merchant/appropriate skill, or we can rp it, or just pay his asking price -- after all, time is a factor here.)

"Two lumens seems a bit steep out here at the far end of the world, but if it is your price I must meet it. I assume that the bath-water shall be hot, yes?" Aalistair looks back over his shoulder briefly to see if any of his traveling companions.
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"Aye, that's right!" he answers, with a comical looking bow that makes the short, fat fellow appear like he's bobbing in the water, "a hot bath, perhaps the only one to be found this side of the wastelands and the chill, Beastmen-infested plains!" 

J'landria leads the stranger, out onto the great tree and looks around.

"Do you need to... sit," she asks him.  She spots a place where he could easily settle and rest some.

The Djaffa shakes his head, "I've had enough sitting for some time.  It is good just to be out in the open air."

Erethar stands and bobs on his doorstep, opening his door and sweeping his hand, "Come, come be welcome!"

Aalistair heads inside to partake of a bath and a shave before the feast, determined to make a good showing of Aamanian purity and society.

In reply to GM (msg #51):

Wraith steps through the door and thanks Erethor for his hospitality.

Watching the assisted progress of the stranger and J'landria, Kar decides another hand may be welcome for the trip down

To her "Perhaps I could take him from here..."
to him "If you would allow me...?" opening arms and wings slightly to indicate the way down.

J'landria nods to Kar and waits until the man is settled with Kar comfortably.  She looks around and watches the others in her new group, and those residents who had come to see the spectacle.

Abn Quam nods to Kar, "Thank you, but no, I am happy to use my own limbs again.  I have spend long enough pacing little more than a cabin."  He then proceeds to slowly, but surely make his way through the tree and down to the ground and thence to the Lowly Inn.

All those who wish can get a room for the night, and a hot bath prepared, and moving with some alacrity, make the feast in time.

Abn Quam simply stands before the inn, "I fear I have not the funds to purchase a room," he sighs.

In reply to GM (msg #56):

Mirna follows J'Landria and Abn Quam down to the inn.

"I can pay for your room. I would prefer to sleep on the 'ship."

Mirna goes into the inn, approaches the innkeeper, and asks for a room & bath for Abn Quam and a (separate!) bath for herself.

Erethar dithers a bit, remarking that a bath is nearly as much work as a room, but will finally ask for a single gold lumen (3 total for Mirna's bath, and Abn Quam's bath and room).

All who would like can quickly get cleaned up [those purchasing rooms, 2gl each] and back off to the feast.

The feast is held high up in the great limbs of a span oak.  In a central area, near the trunk, several elders portion out the kill.  It is a bit confusing (to all but Kar), but it appears that portions are handed out according to some kind of ranking.  The hunters capturing the kills are awarded first, followed by the elders themselves, who retire after receiving their portions.  Then come a number of others, each seeming to know their time and place.  When it is your turn to go, you are ushered up by Hree, and you find both the fresh kill, and portions which have been cooked to various degrees.  There are also some few nuts and berries, though these are by far outnumbered by the portions of fresh meat.

Aalistair will take some of the cooked meat, lay a small bit of the raw over the top of it, as well as take some of the nuts and berries.

Returning back to a seat, he will inquire of Hree and Kar, "the elders do not eat with you? And the first to eat, the hunters, do they always succeed? Is it a matter of skill or of luck?"
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J'landria takes her uncooked portion and some of the nuts and berries and joins the rest of the crew.  She says nothing but waits until all the others have gotten their food and begun eating.

In reply to GM (msg #58):

Wraith fastidiously garnishes his plate with nuts and berries.  He drapes a slab of meat onto his plate as well and sits with the rest of the crew.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #59):

"Only the successful hunters eat first. The Elders eat with us, and then go off to discuss matters of clan and community importance, such as the success of the hunters, and how that affects future plans and prospects, as well as other matters of security and potential pairings. If you look, you can make out the two groups of young adults...men in one, girls in the other. Close enough to be seen, but not mingling as groups. This is because the boys must prove themselves worthy not only to the girl and her parents, but to the clan elders as well. One of the best ways to do that...provide for the clan feasts. If you can assist in providing for the clan, then you should be able to provide for a family."
As Kar is explaining this, it becomes apparent that the "young adult" males appear to be about his age, some a little younger, not many older.

"I... see," says Aalistair, chewing on a piece of raw meat, his eyes roaming from place to place as Kar talks about the local culture.

Hree nods to Kar's explanation.  "Many Gryphs do other things, but we all hunt.  A feast such as this is largely a celebration."

As the feast goes on, several Gryphs return for an additional helping.  Sometimes, it is quiet, but other times, they call to one another, sometimes quite loudly, in their avian tongue.

After returning for another helping, the elder K'Rhee returns not to the other elders, but joins the group of you in the branches.  Several other Gryphs join him as well, and others nearby are clearly interested.

"Greetings once again, travelers," he dips his head to you.  "Tell me, what brings you to our forests?"

Aalistair inclines his head in response. "Peace." He pops another berry into his mouth and chews slowly. "The Rajani and the Beastmen were working in concert, you see. They had stolen the craft we arrived on, and were no doubt up to more villainy. We arrived with, apparently, the lone survivor of a group of Djaffir whom had likewise been attacked. One among us seeks a youth of her people as well." He moves a bit of the meat around on his plate. "After we re-took the windship, we needed somewhere to go to affect repairs, to get our bearings. Kar there, I believe, suggested this place. It was close, as things go, to the Fangs of Golarin, a place of safety and peace, and we had hoped the distance would allow us to evade pursuit."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #66):

Mirna listens quietly, observing the festivities around her and casually keeping an eye on Abn Quam.

Listening to the explanation offered by Aalistair she nods.  She waits to see if a moment will present itself for her to ask after the youngling who disappeared when she isn't feeling terribly overwhelmed.

"Indeed," he follows, with a small nod, "the Beastmen of the Plains know better than to approach too closely here.  We drive them and kill them like the vermin they are.  They sometimes approach anyways; the wood itself is a draw for them, as it can be scarce out on the grasslands."

He shrugs slightly, his wings spreading and flexing.  "We have plenty of wood here, and you are welcome to make your repairs.  If needed, we have many artisans who may be of assistance.  As to finding those who are lost, our hunters are some of the best." 

In reply to GM (msg #69):

Kar considers the elder's words, and replies "Pardon my objection, but I think it would be wise to extend the scouts to further outside the range of the oaks. When that many of the beasts gather, it cannot be a good sign."

Wraith listens and watches intently.  Full from the surprisingly-tasty victuals, he leans back and feels decidedly safe and relaxed - two sensations that he hasn't felt for quite awhile.

"I concur with Kar," he says.  "It would advisable I think for you to bolster your security measures, given the fact that that hostile forces gather not too from your demesne.  Your assistance with regard to repairing our ship is quite generous."

"Our hunters cover a great range as it is, but we shall take account of your suggestions," K'Rhee offers.  "With regard to your ship, I'm sure you would show us the same generosity were the situation reversed."

"Ah, but the lot of you would not need a ship to sail across the skies," says Aalistair sipping from a cup of water to hide a smile. "I think that this meal has been a bit rich for me. I am not used to such largess." He pushes back from the table slightly and sighs.

"So, perhaps after we have had some time to digest this meal and you to digest our news... well, I think that us outsiders should discuss our next destination. Once we have that decided, should we let you all know," he asks of the Gryph accompanying them. "We could carry messages ... well, I assume south, but that is yet to be decided, I guess."

"Yes, do let us know your next destination, perhaps you might carry word for us," K'Rhee nods.

The feast continues, winding down as the Gryphs take their fill, and begin to depart to their nests.

As Hree finishes, she looks to you, "If you require anything further, you can find me nearby to where your windship is docked.  We will let you take your rest and start on your repairs." 



OoC:  We'll likely fast forward a bit, so if anyone has specific things to do or ask, this thread, or either of the two windship threads can be used to move those forward.

"Please," she calls, raising her hand.  "Kree.  Have you seen a Jaka a few years younger than I pass?  Possibly... in the company of someone else?"

Her green eyes are wide, but with the dimming light the pupils almost at their most open.

Kar looks at the gryph remaining in the room, and decides that someone should try a little harder...realizing that would only be himself...
"Yes, a band of Gryph would not need the windship. Neither did this motley crew, for a short time. Long enough to reclaim the ship, taken while our backs were turned, from another group of land-devils in league with the beasts collecting outside these grand Oaks. A bold move born of determination almost ended before it began, as legs used to the immobile earth took flight for the first time. Had it not been for an improptu lesson in basic flight practices, some would surely have dropped to the ground short of their targets."

Pausing for effect, Kar looks around to see if anyone outside his group has taken notice.

In reply to Kar (msg #76):

Wraith smiles.  "Had it not been for you, Kar, I would've surely plummeted to my doom.  If there is any sort of flight in my future, I assure you that it shall be conducted safely from the helm of a windship.
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K'Rhee looks the Jaka in the eye, thinking.  "We do have a number of Jaka that pass through, but I can't say that I've seen any particularly young ones.  I will ask of our hunters," he adds, raising his voice, so other Gryphs nearby can hear him.

As Kar begins to speak, other Gryphs, young hunters turn his way, and begin to listen.

"As night drew to a close, this rag-tag crew approached their ship, gliding on the winds as easiliy as if they were born to it. Surrounding the ship as best they could, they struck as dawn broke.
The first of the devils who dropped to the ground never knew what hit them.
All would not be so easy. As they cleared the decks, some were more comfortable regaining their feet, and took the fight to the enemy face to face.

Then he appeared.
A giant to big to be swept off like the rest of the offal on-board.
But did this sight frighten our heros? Not in the least.
Working together two of our bravest allies, Marukan brothers out to prove their own worth to themselves and the world, were instrumental in bringing this lumbering tower of a man to his knees."
Another pause for effect, and Kar is really warming up to this.

J'landria listens to Kar, some of her anxiety has melted away, but she is still a little anxious.  She looks to the faces of his brethren, watching their reactions to the tale of their derring-do.  Her tail moves in short little twitches and her ear is cocked back listening to the wind in the leaves.

As Kar continues, the Gryph hunters lean in to listen, and some other young hunters further off turn your way, and a few spread their wings to glide to perches closer to your group.

In reply to GM (msg #81):

Mirna listens in, her posture one of casual attention, but the gleam in her eyes betrays her sense of pride in a battle well fought.

In reply to GM (msg #81):

"Then, as more of the Rajani and their mercaneries fall, three come from the crew quarters. It soon becomes apparent that one of these is a foul priest as he unleashes dark energies against our stalwart heroes. Once more, tired from the ongoing battle, these few must rise to the challenge. Some are brought down by the priest as he stands behind his guard, like a coward. Others take mighty hits from those guards, adding to the pains inflicted by the earlier riff-raff. Through all of this our own son of the light,"
*Nodding to Aalistair*
 "and one of our furry friends,"
*indicating J'landria*
 "tries to ease the wounded, and defend them instead of themselves. Were it not for their selflessness, some of us would not have made it to the safety of these branches."

"Then, even after all of the Rajani were dispatched, and we thought we could rest, before the night gave way to the brilliance of the twin suns she unleashed one more dark nightmare...from the skies."

All is quiet, but for a soft rustle of feathers from the Gryph hunters, listening intently.  Even K'Rhee, and a few of the other elders have turned to listen.

If a Jaka could blush J'landria would be turning scarlet.  For a moment, her body language speaks of embarrassment, then she sits taller and seems to be a different person.  Older, more responsible and composed.  She watches the watchers and Kar.

In reply to GM (msg #84):

"At first, none knew they were being trailed, so silent was the new challenger. However, eyes of the Creator's blessings picked out a shape; darker among the darkness following behind the limping ship. A challenge was called to the stranger, to fall unanswered in the shortening gap. Then one among them, the only one blessed with independaent flight, took the address to the newcomer personally, only to be rebuffed. His attentions were not for naught, however, for now others aboard could identify the new threat. And a battle of Wills followed, the likes of which I'd never witnessed from such a vantage point. In the end, there was something, or someone, aboard which drew the creature. That attention proved it's undoing."

The Gryphs all settle into silence, waiting for Kar to finish.

In reply to GM (msg #87):

"As it approached the deck intent on the one who had fired upon it, our helmsman and functioning first-mate Wraith, quickly found himself airborn once again. Fate would not leave him to fall, however, as the remainder of the draught responsible for their aerial boarding stayed with him. We returned to the ship to find each of our comrades in arms preparing for their own chance against this beast. Wraith readied a blast to remove it from our decks once more, only to be thrown back by his own efforts. The Jaka prepared to charge, after I had tried to distract it again.
 Weary from the day's exertions, fearing for the safety of not himself, Aalistair of the light beat us all to our target.
 He challenged that demon with a curse calling upon a strength from within and without. Beset by the resulting blast of blinding light, The devil had no chance. The rest of us stood down as it whimpered, withering on the deck. Within moments, it was no more. The only evidence of it's existence an exhausted, panting Aamanian, and a stone on the floor."

Pausing, bringing his half-outstretched wings back to his body, Kar looks around the assembled audience and adresses them directly

"This is why, when seeking a place of rest, and possible repairs, I suggested the welcoming branches of the Oaks. Not because I come to beg for your assistance, but to stand as a warning to those who would think that events outside these woods will never affect those who dwell within. These enemies care not at all for honor. They care even less for family. But if you will not listen to me, then allow me to introduce one who has even more authority on that score. A man we found beaten in the hold of the ship."

*He circles to the Djaffir*

"A man who has had strangers return the masks of his wife...his children. He will not beg for pity, but I must beg that we do not let their deaths be in vain. Please, do not let his story become your story just because it happened outside the shadows of the Oaks."

*And with that, it becomes obvious that the story is over, as Kar looks to the Djaffir and extends an arm in friendship*

Abn Quam looks at Kar's outstretched arm, his expression unreadable behind his mask.  "I am unsure what you ask of me.  For a full day after recovering the vessel, and after my fellow captives were released, I was locked up without food or water, hounded with questions I could not answer, and told I could not accompany you, but more likely would be left with little more than the rags on my back, in a distant land from my desert home."

He looks around at the others, clears his throat with a hoarse cough, and adds, "That is not to say I was never shown a kindness, however meager.  Much of what I hear tonight is new to me.  I would repay what I could."  His eyes meet J'landria's, "for I have seen a young Jaka, as you speak.  I thought it odd, as it is rare to see them so young, but we had happened upon them out in the wilderlands, traveling west.  He was with a group of Kasmirans and Danuvians, and the young jaka had a chain upon his neck."

In reply to GM (msg #89):

Wraith leans forward and says, "Forgive me if I speak out of turn, friend, but you must understand that your treatment, as harsh as it was, was necessitated by a need to protect our ship.  We wished to determine to the best of our ability whether or not were a disguised saboteur.  I, for one, regret that you were subjected to such harsh treatment, but I would also understand if the roles were reversed, and you were forced to resort to such measures."

Aalistair nods solemnly at the last exchanges of words between the parties. "If any here wish to hear the words of the might Aa, or to receive the benediction of his Name, we shall be here in town for at least a day." He sighs heavily. "There is much to be done. Not least of which is an apology to you, Abn Quam."

Abn Quam looks from Wraith to Aalistair, back again.  He waves a hand, briefly, "Na, no apology necessary.  It will not bring back those lost, or feed me when I was hungry.  I need only look towards where I will go next.  First, I must survive, then I may seek my vengeance."


K'Rhee, the elder, focuses his gaze on Kar.  "Believe me, Kar, we do not take lightly the goings on beyond our forests.  You, and your new friends will have the aid you need."  He turns to the Djaffa, "and you shall be our guest, until suitable passage can be arranged to your homeland."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #91):

Wraith leans towards Aalistair and mutters, "I know not where we plan to head next, but a part of me feels as though we should aid Abn Quam.  Perhaps we should convey him to his home and help him avenge his loved ones."

The Aamanian nods slightly. "Though that would have us crossing back across the path of the Beastmen, would it not? Though perhaps they are now beginning to disperse. Either way we could observe from the... ah, air." He seems a bit uneasy at the prospect of another journey across the skies.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #94):

"I relish the prospect even less than you," says Wraith, smiling wryly.  "Be that as it may, my desire for revenge threatens to subsume my desire to live."

As the last light of the setting suns slips away, the Gryphs begin to leave the great tree, departing a few at a time.

K'Rhee nods to Kar, "A brave tale, well told.  Let me, or Hree, know of what you might need to assist in recovery for your vessel."

Several other of the Gryph hunters take a moment to congratulate the Kar and the group as they depart.

The small Kasmiran, quiet up to this point, leans in towards Wraith, "Mr. Zephyr, can you tell me how long you will need here?  We need to stop back in Deadwood, the sooner the better." 

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #97):

"That all depends," says Wraith.  "Repairs will take a couple of days - provided we can scrounge up the requisite supplies.  The repairs could possibly wait until Deadwood, but I wouldn't push her too much further than that."

J'landria waits until attention is shifting away from them to move toward Abn.  She looks at his mask, in the eye hole.  Her eyes seek out the small glittering points of lights deep in the recesses.

"I apologize for my... ill treatment of you.  If you would tell me... what kind of compensation you would... require for information... on my missing youngling, I will... do my best to meet it," she says to him quietly, the rolling growl like purr  under and behind her speech.

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #98):

"Very good, we leave then on the morning of the 37th.  That will make three days for repairs here, and if the wind is with us, we should make Deadwood before suns-set."

Abn Quam coughs a bit, recovers, answering, "I understand your situation.  I suppose I am fortunate to have my life.  I have given you what information I have.  It was in the wilderlands, just east of Kasmir that we saw them, perhaps a day before the Rajans set upon us.  I'm not sure exactly how long ago that was."

In reply to GM (msg #101):

To Abn, after some of his crewmates' responses "I am sorry for putting you on the spot. It was not what I wanted from you, rather what I expected of them. I understand that you have been mistreated by two crews of the Fate. For my own part, I beg only the offense of ignorance. I was not fully aware of things happening below decks, or that there had been a surviving hostage. I could understand if you never wanted to return to those decks. However, I ask you to at least allow us to carry you to another destination; one from which you may find easier passage to where ever your path leads. We apparently have a few days here for what repairs we can muster. Use that time to decide, or find your own road. If you would join us then, you would be welcomed."

"Aye, I thank you for your offer.  Perhaps we can aid one another.  Discuss with your friends, and if the offer is still open, I will give you an answer before your planned departure."

Once the work is set out, the three days pass quickly.

Wraith reviews the needs for the Wind of Fate, and wood is plentiful, though some of the oak is heavier than you'd prefer to work with.

Jaxar proves adept at carving, and shadows Wraith in learning the ins and outs of the windship.

The Marukans are unfamiliar with the windships, or even ships in general, but are hard working.

Once the time has passed, the windship is serviceable and ready to fly reliably once again.


OoC:  There will be a few notes and events before the departure, but largely we're going to fast forward to that point. 

In reply to GM (msg #104):

While the rest of the crew is busy, Wraith slowly inspects the ship, and is quite pleased with the quality and quantity of work that his been accomplished during the last three days.  The callouses on his hands certify that he, too, did his share of the heavy-lifting.  "She could still use a going-over by Sturgis, but that will have to wait," says Wraith.  "She's sky-worthy - that much I know."

"Aye, sky-worthy. But are we," asks Aalistair, walking across the deck with all the solid insecurity of a toddler taking his first steps. "Where are we planning to be off to when we're able? Back to Deadwood, I assume? I confess I'd like the chance to stop over for at least a night there, if not more."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #106):

"Deadwood, for a spell," says Wraith.  "After that, your guess is as good as mine."

J'landria finds them talking and she approaches.

"I ask a... selfish favor," she begins, her green eyes looking between the men.  "That we allow... Ahben back on.  He might have seen the... child that I seek."

She says nothing else, just looks at them, waiting for their reply.

"He is welcome to board, so long as the rest of you is convinced that is as he appears.  I don't see how he can be anything else, but there is subtle magic in this world, and I have but inkling of it."  Wraith smiles again and draws his broad collar across his neck.  "I for one am happy to help you locate your missing cub, J'landria.  Tell me about this missing babe.  How did it happen?  I presume that the cub was stolen at some juncture, no?"  He stretches his lithe arms along the rail of the deck and basks in the jagged rays of light that have found their way through the canopy of branches that surrounds them.

She stares at Wraith, her green eyes wide but calculating.  After the span of a few dozen heartbeats she nods.

"My father discovered a small... disturbance.  None of the other elders or trackers thought it was of any consequence however.  My father thinks he was stolen, wooed away from the safety of our people, then captured and dragged away for study," she says.  Her expression darkens and the somewhat startled and surprised look that is generally on her face is replaced with the look of someone much older and wiser than her years.  "There are stories among the... keepers... of my people that tell of wizards taking youth and studying them.  Torturing them with both magical and non magical means."  She takes a deep breath, but all the while a quiet and low rumble echoes in her throat and her tail moves slowly side to side.  "It is assumed that they," her jaw closes and clenches for a moment.  She seems torn as to how much to say to this outsider.  "They seek a way to understand some of our... abilities.  Possibly to harness them for their own use, or to prevent us from using the abilities to stop them from whatever it is they're seeking to do."
She stares at Wraith for what feels like a long while.
"I can't explain more yet.  I don't know you, don't know that I can trust you with... secrets that my people have kept for hundreds of years."

"I am concerned about what the Rajani may have done to Abn Quam. Those among us with greater senses than mine have felt that he is not what he says he is. I am willing to take him back aboard, but there is a risk. We don't know exactly who - what - we are taking aboard."

J'landria nods at the words of Mirna.
"I am one of those who don't... trust him," she replies simply.  "Yet, I also wonder if we were all on edge that night... looking for an enemy and finding someone to fill... that role."
She shrugs and looks up as a Gryph passes far overhead.  Her green eyes blinking and she smiles.

"Being in the trees is nice.  I will miss it."

"Our... or your," he spreads his hands briefly towards the owners of the Fate, "windship, is responsible for bringing him here.  I do think we could watch him until we get to Deadwood at least, and that at least would be a kindness, that we would not be abandoning him here with all the Beastmen of Golarin between himself and his homeland?"

"Aye," Aalistair nods. "It is the best we can do." He looks to the others closest to him. "Too, we can keep an eye upon him on the journey ourselves. Deadwood should not be more than a day away in this windship, yes? We journeyed here in about as much time did we not?"

"Its about a day's journey, as the Avir flies," says Wraith, anchoring his eyes on the eyes on the helm.  "I for one am ready to depart, as much as I have enjoyed the shade of these ancient trees."

The Djaffir trader, looking much better with a change of clothes and a few days rest, joins the rest of you in the trees.

"If your offer still stands, I would accompany you.  I stand little chance of gaining my vengeance on foot with all the lands of the Beastmen between myself and my enemies.  All I would ask is the recovery of my personal gear, and that I be allowed the freedom to come and go from my bunk at will.  I am willing to work my passage as well."

In reply to Abn Quam (msg #116):

"It is meet with me that you should come with us. I am not sure what gear is yours, but your own mask and those of your kinsmen should be in your care." There is a bit of disgust evident upon his face as he discusses these ill-omened trinkets. "I am not the captain of this vessel nor the leader of this expedition. These pilgrims are not my charge. That said, we can see you back to Deadwood as safely as we may, but from there I cannot say."

J'landria shrugs.
"I have no problem with any of it," she says.  "Mind, I still don't... know why they allowed me on the ship."
She smiles then, a toothy and predatory grin.

In reply to Abn Quam (msg #116):

"I can agree to your terms, such as they are." Mirna smiles, "Please forgive my suspicions, it's been a difficult few days."

In reply to Abn Quam (msg #116):

After seeing Abn's approach and the general response from the rest of the crew, Kar only nods once before taking to the air to pass the space between the honor guards double checking moorings and such as the ship prepares for departure.