Tom smiles.

More questions to answer then.

"Are you saying the moon really is hollow?" Fando asks with astonishment.

"Naturally, I've heard tales, but I never imagined any of them were true! The ramifications are mind-boggling! The possibilities are... well, mind-boggling, too!"

He turned to his new-found friends.

"You simply must take me with you!"

Of course, it never occurred to him that they wouldn't go! It would be the adventure of a lifetime! Ten lifetimes!

"So we are going to the Moon that is way up there and it's hollow"  Mort stood there mulling over this information for a bit.  He slammed his fist into his opposite open hand. "This I got to see."

Anneth can only gape.

Elwood just nods at the mention of the hollow moon, not at all surprised or amazed. "So we're going there? Can the Strange Magic fly us there? Should be an interesting trip."

"That was the understatement of the century!" Anneth breaks her silence.

"I don't know for certain if the Strange Magic can really fly to the moon, Fando states. "I'm not sure if any of the rest of the crew can even answer that. The ship is so new... so... aaah! I don't even have words for its strangeness."

"I suppose we'll just have to try."

Are we really talking about the moon or some obscure location that may resemble a moon?

Tom not being the smartest or wisest among the group speaks in a totally disbelieving tone.

Mort seemed to have little doubt, "The ship will get us there"

I hope you are right Mort.  If that is where we actually need to go.

Mort looked over to Tom giving him a wink, "Never knew ships could fly, either.  But I can feel it in my bones"

"I've seen some things, I've heard of flying ships in stories, I knew they were possible, but to be on one...?"

You are permitted to spend the night in the monastery before returning to the ship.

The next day dawns overcast and a bit gloomy as you are lowered back down to the floor of the valley and set off for the ship.

Not surprisingly, the ship is still there waiting for you.

On his way back to the ship, Mort will collect five to six throwable boulders, "Might come in handy should we find ourselfs having to fight while we are in the air"

Getting back to the ship Mort will take it upon himself to check through the rigging and see if he can figure out a way that would allow for him to have better control over the sails.  He pulls on several of the ropes making sure he understood which controlled what.
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Before the ship is to set sail, Mort decided to do one more thing.  He remembered the magical slate that helped provide additional information about things magical.  He went to the underside of the ship and held the table up to the underside curious to see what might be reviled by the tablet.

OOC: Thought, might as well give it a try,  never know

The magic slate identifies the ship as a Flying Ship. There are additional details provided, but they are in mage-speak... that is, they are words that have no meaning to Mort, nor anyone else, not even Talis.

There is simply no knowledge on which to interpret the information. At this point, it is unclear if the data presented is accurate or not.

"Well, that's not very helpful," Talis comments on Mort's findings.

"How far away is the moon? How long will it take us to fly there?"

"Are there any problems we're likely to encounter along the way?"

"We will definitely need to lay in supplies, but just how much will we need?"

"I suspect we may have to visit an oracle, unless Anneth can do wonders with her cards. If her divinations are accurate, we should figure out what questions we need to ask her. Most of them should probably be simple yes-no questions."

Fando, do you have any idea of their meaning?

Anneth starts at the mention of her cards, and stops herself from going into long-winded explanations of things like "cold reading".  Especially to elves.

Fando continued to stare at the cryptic writing on the slate of a moment before replying to Tom.

"No," he said. "Not exactly, at any rate. There's some indications of speed and how much it can carry... can't tell if that's supposed to be cargo or the total weight of the ship, though. Might require a ship's captain to translate that."

"There something about gravity and air, but I don't quite understand what it's saying."

"It's powered by magic, though, so I don't think it can run out of power, like wind and water or even fire."

Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, but was probably just interpreting her expression, Talis speaks to Anneth.

"There is no need for a... how do you say it Cold read? ...for me or the ship. In fact, you'd do a reading for the whole crew, including the ship."

"For example, one of the questions we might ask is: will the ship survive the trip?"

"Oh, I know the Fates are never so forthright to give you a straight answer. At the very least, it'll be something like 'yes, but...', meaning it gets back, but with severe damage or even so much damage it will never fly again."

"I was merely suggesting that this fortune-telling might be something you could do. Is it? If so, how much time would you need to prepare? And is there a limit on how many questions we can ask?"

"A fortune-teller in Sdaro claimed that three questions per reading was her limit, that more than that would get ever more unreliable answers."

"Murlynd works in mysterious ways. Magic mixes well with machines, actually. I get the feeling this ship will get us where we need to go. And if not, well, it will be one hell of an adventure, partners." The paladin dusts off his wide-brimmed hat, shines up his tin-star holy symbol, and seems excited about the prospect of flying to the moon armed with a set of magical gear.

OOC: We never properly divided up the magic loot. Should we take care of that in the OOC thread?

It will be one big adventure ending in fortune or flames.

Tom pauses a moment before continuing.

I suppose we should think about provisions and such for a trip to the moon.

"Three is more than reasonable," Anneth assures Talis.

"Yeah, some food sounds like a good idea, now that we have some funds" Says Mort as he rubed his belly.  He loaded up some throwable boulders on the ship (roughly 15 to 16 pounds)

OCC: let me know how may Mort is able to scrounge up
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