Mort can find as many boulders as he wants. Twenty is probably all that he wants to put on the ship as 'cargo'. Of course, he can always unload some to make room for supplies. Not even the Dwarves can eat boulders, despite rumors to the contrary.

OOC: If you want to distribute the magic items in the OOC so as not to disrupt this thread, that's fine.

Mort seemed pleased with his new throwing boulders.

"As you may have heard, the rest of us have been discussing things," Talis says when he's gathered everyone together.

"We're all still rather gobsmacked over this flying ship, and even more so that we now are in possession of it. ,Legal ownership notwithstanding, I'd say the first question we need to answer is: where do we go next?"

"As for all this loot you've found, well, we weren't there with you so as far as we are concerned, it's all yours. We don't expect any share of it. However, if there is anything left over after you've divvied it up, then, sure, we'll gladly accept anything you want to give us."

"Mort has expressed his hunger, and while we can rustle up some grub aboard ship, it sounds like he might prefer a more decent fare from an inn. So, that would be my suggestion for our next stop. Some place to get food, as well as supplies."

"Anyone have any suggestions?"

"The two closest places to here are Krondahar and Bramyra," Rodrigo offers.

"Now, Krondahar is ruled by Prince Jherek. Very big fish in a little pond. Aspirations of grandeur. Talis and I aren't going to have much influence, so if Jherek decides he wants this ship, we might have a hard time stopping him."

"That being said, I'd go to Bramyra. Smaller community, pretty much the same customs, and Prince Urmahid will probably want a ride in the ship but will recognize that it isn't his property."

"If no one has any other suggestions or objections," Talis said then, "I guess it's off to Bramyra."

"Depending on the wind and our own incompetence at flying this ship, it should only takes us about a day to get there. I'm thinking that we should try to arrive around dawn. While that will draw the most attention, night time tends to foment more intrigue. If we know what supplies we need ahead of time, we can probably sail before nightfall."

"Mort, how about you and Gierdon figure out what we'll need for supplies."

"Meanwhile, on our way, the rest of us can think about what questions we need to get answers to... for Anneth's fortune-telling."

Mort was fine with the decision of going to Bramyra

Mort rubbed his scalp and nodded. "Ok will figure out how much we need to carry for food."

Mort made busy with compiling a list of food.

- Bread
- Water
- Ale
- Wine
- Salted Meats
- Fruits
- Dried Fruits
- Vegetables
- Dried Vegetables
- Assorted Nuts
- Flour
- Dried rations
- Cheese
- Crackers
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"I think, my horned friend, you were tasked with this problem because you are probably the only one of us that will know what your own needs will be, both in substance and quantity," Aaron said to Mort.

"But I am willing to assist you, if you need any help."

"We are expecting a journey of a few weeks at most, but what if it takes months? It's not like we can hunt and forage along the way. Can the ship even carry that much provisions?"

"Perhaps we should ask Fando and Durek what the capacity of the ship is, assuming they know. Fando seems to have a bit of a grasp of this Seventh Magic, and Durek has been banging on the machinery longer than any of the rest of us."

"Perhaps the first thing we should establish," the hobgoblin says at the confab, "is whether everyone actually wants to go to the moon."

"I confess, it nearly terrifies me, and part of me certainly does not wish to go. However, another part of me thinks it will be the greatest adventure of all time! And there's always second-guessing yourself. If I don't go, and the ship never returns, might my presence have made the difference? If it does return, I may hate myself for not going!"

Mort looked at Rukao, "You can bet your Hobgoblin nose I'm going.  Chance of a lifetime."

"Me list is ready, On to Bramyra and then the Moon." He glanced up to the moon, "Wonder if it has a name?"

On the way to Bramyra, Mort tried out his new found gear getting the feel and hang of them.  Growing from his 6'6" height to 13', He chuckled, "Me kind wouldn't call me little no more"  He also tested his ability to lift things, "One Mort moving Crew"

Reaching the area of Bramyra, Mort decided to try out his new horseshoes and chuckled, "Wonder if da floating chest can keep up"  As he made ready to head into town and purchase the needed supplies for the trip.
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"Well, we don't have has much cargo space as normal ship this size would, due to all the mystical contraptions down there," Talis said.

"Makes me think of another point: is there anyone on the moon to trade with? I mean, if there isn't, then we have all that cargo space for our own stores."

"We don't yet know, Mort, how long it's going to take us to get there, and then we have to double that for getting back, in case there's no general store on the moon. I'd throw in a bit extra on top of that to account for any problems we might have."

"I'm thinking the first question we need Anneth to answer for us... with her cards... is: will it take less than two months to get there and return?"

"What if it will take us a year or more to get there? Are you all prepared for that long of a journey? Can we even carry that many supplies?"

"Maybe the next question should be: will the journey to the moon be fraught with danger? ...followed by: are there dangerous inhabitants on the moon?"

"Anyone think of anything else?"

As Anneth readies her cards, she looks up.  "Agreed, Rukao.  ...and those are good questions, Talis.  Very to the point.  These cards like that." The stiff pieces are all slid out of their case, and shuffled about.

Once she has things all sorted out, she focuses on the cards, mentally asking each one of Talis' questions.  That about time is first, that about dangers is second.  She then draws two cards, hoping that the answer is satisfactory.

12:23, Today: Anneth Mage-Singer drew the 3 cards: 8S, AC using a deck of 54 cards.
Number one, Eight of Spades; number two, Ace of Clubs.
Skip the third one I drew from the roller, unless you want that to be the answer to the third question.

"Double the food sounds good to me."

"Let's go meet these moon people"

Tom watches Anneth ask her questions, but doesn't crowd her or say anything as he is interested in what the answers might be.

As Anneth turns the cards over in response to her mental questions, the following cards are revealed:

8 of Spades: This represents temptation, misfortune, danger, and upsets.

Given the nature of the question, however, Anneth treats it as meaning either 8 days, 8 weeks, 8 months, or 8 years. It clearly means 8 weeks, but the danger or misfortune indicates it could take longer, but definitely not as long as 8 months. The 'temptation' aspect probably indicates that the group needs to stay focused on their objective, and not get distracted by side ventures.

Ace of Clubs: This card represents wealth, prosperity, and unexpected money/gain.

That's an odd result for Anneth to interpret. One interpretation is that there will be a 'wealth' of danger along the way, tying into the 8 of spades. On the other hand, that danger will be accompanied by prosperity. It might be wealth, as in gold, but it's probably going to be more intrinsic wealth, such as health, magic, self-betterment, etc.

"8 weeks, humm...  that be one way?

He started counting on his hand, 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5..

If that be true we need would need 5 months of food supplies, 4 to cover the trip and an extra one to cover just in case"

"No, the 8 weeks was for getting there and returning," Talis says. "At least, that's the way I presented it to Anneth."

"I'm guessing you asked the question mentally, right, Anneth? How did you phrase it in your mind?"

"So we will need enough supplies for 10 weeks then."

"Anyone coming to help?"

Mort headed out to get the needed food and supplies.

The various discussions continued on the way to Bramyra, and the reaction of the town when the ship appeared was even greater than expected.

Most of these people had probably never even seen the ocean, let alone a sailing ship. As far as they knew, all ships could fly!

The only place to set down was a fallow field on the edge of town. Even as the ship settles into place, at least half the townsfolk run out to get a better view of the ship.

While there is some concern that word can reach other places (via magic) before the ship leaves, there's little chance of anyone showing up to... well, whatever.

As soon as he gets a chance, Mort (he's almost as big an attraction as the ship!) heads off to get supplies, accompanied by Aaron and Gierdon.

It takes some finagling to get all the supplies he wants. He has to make a deal with Prince Urmahid--in exchange for some of his personal supplies, he wants a ride on the ship plus payment.

Mort gives a non-threating finger wave to the locals.

He returned to the ship with the news of the Prince, "Prince Urmahid has requested payment upon delivery of the supplies, Oh and a ride.  They are gathering up the requested supplies for the Journey, that will likely take a few hours, figure we can give him a ride while that is happening."

OOC: how much for the supplies?
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OOC: We divvied up magic items, but did we ever divvy up the gold/jewels we found in the tomb? Also, what about XP, Good Sir DM? I'm still sitting at 0 XP on my sheet.

Elwood takes off his hat and wipes sweat off his brow. "The ship's ready to fly. If the prince wants to take a sail through the air, that shouldn't be a problem. We can load the supplies after we give him his joy ride."

"For my first question, I asked about distances between events of significance for us, as they relate to mortals.  The cards are very much not mortal, but have some understanding of time.  I'm taking the answer as meaning eight such distances - months, days, weeks, hopefully not years - during which time we need to remain focused."

"The second one, I asked about dangers relating to our journey.  The answer I got suggests that we'll acquire a wealth of some sort.  Given the nature of our journey, I'm suspecting that this will be some sort of intangible gain, like knowledge or experience.  Unless, of course, we are to meet some sort of moon-dragon and wrest its strange coinage from it."

Why not just answer "yes", Anneth...

Anneth, my limited experience with anything of a "magical" nature, always seems to end up trying to figure out the doubletalk and magespeak.

Prince Urmahid arrives with his two kids and his guards, but he tells the guards to remain behind. There's not really any sort of threat to him as there's nothing to be gained by either kidnapping him or assassinating him.

Besides, the fact that you've spoken to the Green Lama makes him think you are trustworthy.

He and his children board the ship and it takes off for a two hour flight. Talis seems to know just what will impress him. He wanders all over the ship, asking intelligent questions. He insists on seeing below decks and marvels at the intricacies of the... well, whatever it is. It's a machine, it's a device, and it's magic.

Fando's been thinking about the flight to the moon, and calls everyone together who didn't go on the ship.

"I've given our forthcoming journey a lot of thought, and here's what I've come up with," he says.

Then, using a stick, he draws a diagram on the ground.

"This is us here. That's the moon. If we try to fly straight to the moon, we'll have a problem... because the moon moves. By the time we get to where the moon was, it won't be there any more. On the other hand, if we keep flying straight towards the moon, we'll be traveling a long curve. I don't think that will get us there and back in the 8 weeks."

"The alternative is to fly to where the moon will be in two weeks. More or less. I don't have the mathematical skill to calculate it exactly. We could get there a day or too early, perhaps a day or two late. We'll be heading in one direction while it appears the moon gets farther and farther way in the other direction and actually disappears altogether, only reappearing as we get close to where we want to be."

By the time the ship gets back, all the supplies that are needed and wanted have been delivered to the landing site. Mort has been doing most of the lifting.

When the ship lands again and the Prince and his kids disembark, the guards are clearly relieved.

"A most excellent trip!" Prince Urmahid says. "The wonders of magic never cease to amaze me!"

"Anyway, here's a small token of my appreciation!"

He gestures to someone standing in the background, and that person comes forward carrying a crate.

"A case of my finest wine--Royal Mountain Honey!"