You reach the windship, docked at the Green Tower, where Ceramose busily oversees the loading and unloading of cargo.

A few words from Peregrinus and Wraith Zephyr gets the group up to the dock, with the Captain.

In reply to GM (msg #1):

Aalistair looks about, shading his eyes with his hands for a moment. He's clearly a bit ill at ease aboard the ship, trying to find a way to stand without swaying.

”Ahoy, Captain! I return!” The Zandir stood, chest out, hands on his hips. Legs turned just so as the light from the suns caught the tip of his pommel and glittered magnificently. Kolarios knew this because he checked. Twice. ”Kind Captain, we come on a Quest of Utmost Importance and, to be quite honest, one in which you are already privy for was it not your kindly intervention that placed me on this path for yon noble Kasmiran’s safety and security. I believe so. And so it is that I return with strange and unforeseen companions, quite strange in some respects. Who would have guessed that I, Kolarios, would have discovered a trail that so surely points in the direction of the foul fiends that beset us in the past. But… I have! And so I am here to request a minor thing, trifle really. Apparently, we are to find some fangs and give them to Golarin. Who is he? I know not and yet, that is not important. All that matters is that I, loyal swordsman of Zanth, do what is needed. Yes-no?”
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In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #3):

Aalistair tried to lean closer to Kolarios in an attempt to whisper a few corrections to him. The bobbing of the ship next to the tower was not only disconcerting, it was distracting. He tried using his staff to prop himself up, but when the metal-tipped butt threatened to gouge the smoothly polished surface of the deck, he jerked it up, over-balances and wobbles once more.

"Hssst," he whispers. "The Fangs of Golarin. It's a place. Surely the Captain knows of it. Some hundred or two miles westwards of here."

Whether it is the sudden silence of the creaking of the ship or the momentary cessation of the wind is anyone's guess, but the whisper carries much farther than it should.

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #3):

Mirna bites back corrections to Kolarios' spiel, but only just barely. She relaxes somewhat when she hears Aalistair's whisper.

"Captain, we need your help quite" Mirna pauses and looks at the blade of her halberd, "desperately, I'm sure you understand."

"Well, this is a rather unlooked for pleasure.  I gather you lot are looking for a bit of assistance."  He casts his eye towards Kolarios, "It is refreshing to see how the Zandir, even under the most dire of circumstances, retain the ability to become rapidly inebriated."

He smiles, nods to Mirna, "I don't believe I've before made your acquaintance?  I am Ceramose, captain of this fine vessel.  How may I be of assistance?"

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #6):

"My name is Mirna. My friends and I seek the Wind of Fate and need a ship to chase her with.

In reply to Mirna (msg #7):

Aalistair nods. He shifts and puts his hat back on to shield his eyes from the glare of the suns.

"As this brave woman states, we seek the Hand of Fate. We have a heading that we believe shall lead us to the vessel. And a... ah... a recovery crew that should mean that there will be little danger to you or your possessions. We just need to get to the craft as quickly as possible."

It wasn't entirely a lie, but he'd still ask Aa for forgiveness later. He hoped that he capabilities of this band of adventurers would be able to retake this recalcitrant windship without harm to anyone else. Well, to anyone else who didn't deserve it.

"Do all windships bob about like this," he whispers questioningly to himself.

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #6):

"Hello, Captain Ceramose," says Wraith, taking step towards him.  "I can vouch for the worthiness of my companions.  I too can vouch for my ability to pilot a windship.  Your vessel is in good hands."

He studies the captain's attire and then asks, "Which squadron did you serve with?"

Kolarios smiles as everyone says their piece and then leans in to whisper to the Captain. "Now? Really, Captain, there is too much afoot to become inebriated quite yet. Later, definitely." He leaned back and smiled, winking broadly at the Captain.

"So... these fangs? Golarin's? Can you take us there?"

"I see.  I may be able to assist.  I cannot ask too much from my crew.  As Mr. Viramos here can attest to, we have already once had a run in with the Wind of Fate, and it was nearly catastrophic.  If not for the quick thinking and heroism of my crew, the Rajans would now have another windship.  While I am all for the taking of this windship, and dispatching these wretched thugs, I must, after all, look after the interests of my own 'ship's owners, and above all, make certain that their windship is not taken or destroyed."

He smiles, pauses and looks at you thoughtfully.  "Wraith, yes, I have seen your skills, and have full confidence in your piloting skills.  But thirty or forty Rajans are another story altogether.  As for my service," he smiles again, as if calling up memories, "I served aboard the Windship of War, the Garde of Pharos.  We did have some glorious days, my companions and I," he muses.

"In any event, if transportation is all you need, we may be able to come to some arrangement."

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #3):

Jaxar's whiskers begin to droop and his eyes widen as Kolarios' oratory begins to pick up speed. His jaw begins to drop as the faux paus and errors begin to pour unrestrained from the Zandir's lips. As the Certament reaches his grand finale Jaxar has slid back, using Aalistair's frame to shield him from the view of others as he slowly shakes his head covering his face with his hands.


OOC: Loved it, Kolarios!

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #11):

"I appreciate your concern for your crew," says Wraith.  "Should you decide to transport us, I will gladly serve upon your vessel."  He strokes his chin for a moment and says, "These Rajans will doubtless prove to be worthy adversaries.  I'd feel safer moving forward if we had a Thrall or two to provide ballast."

"Indeed, my point exactly.  Finding ourselves short by a couple of Thralls, I am curious how indeed you intend to take down a ship full of Rajans.  As I say, I sympathize with your cause, and I am sure some arrangement can be made to provide transportation, but short of a squad of Thralls marching in here, I'm not prepared to re-engage that ship in aerial combat."

He considers a bit, then continues, "Assuming we can make an arrangement, my crew needs time to exchange goods and supplies, and some rest after their ordeals.  We can be prepared to go tomorrow morning, if you'd like."

"Sometimes one does not need a brace of Thralls, but instead faith in themselves, the rightness of their cause, and the will of Aa."

Aalistair nods solemnly while trying to seem non-concerned about the Jaka crouching and making strange noises behind his back.
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Kolarios smiles good-naturedly and chuckles. "Thralls... A fine joke, Captain, very fine." He turned to the others. "Did I not say he had a fine sense of humor? I did, truly." He stepped forward and slapped the Captain on the shoulder. "Obviously, the Wind of Fate would run at the very sight of us were it to realize that you and I, together again, hunted her. I doubt they have forgotten the last trouncing we visited upon her foul crew. That is why I think it best that we travel incognito, we could paint your ship a different color, maybe a bright red?"

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #16):

"...Or white!" Aalistair chimes in. Seeing that no one laughs immediately, he leans back.

"Sorry. I thought it was humorous. Beg pardon. I'll ask Aa to forgive me for my unwarranted levity later."

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #16):

"I'm sure that a cohort of Thralls pales in comparison to the exploits of one Zandir, but I think that we need to think very hard about how we're going to retrieve that ship."  Wraith begins to pace for a few moments and adds, "I wonder if there's a way that we could steal the ship back.  If these beasts have some sort of sanctuary, maybe we could slip aboard while the ship is moored, and steal it back.

”Steal? Are we Rajans ourselves?” Kolarios’ eyebrows near shattered the ceiling in their outrage. ”I dare say, I am not!” He sucked in a deep breath and then noticeably calmed. "Regardless, let us simply note for the good Captain here that the Fate is not of concern to him. We require transportation only, I believe, and... I'm unclear on the rest of our finely conceived plan. How odd. Did I conceive it, I'm thinking not since I have no recollection of the next step, very unlike me. Always thinking ahead, I am." There was an awkward pause as he struggled to contain his confusion.

He looked around at the others and shrugged. "I believe that's settled, when do we leave?"

Peregrinus leans in close to Aalistair.  "I doubt that your penance will be severe for that infraction," and smiles at him.

"I think our friend Wraith makes some very good points.  But we might want to figure the details once we know more of the enemy."

Ceramose leans in closer to Kolarios, sniffs quite audibly, and muses softly, "Truly, not inebriated?  Fascinating."

"Let me sit down with your financiers, and perhaps we can arrange something.  In the meantime, I would recommend you make what preparations you deem necessary."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #18):

The Sindaran nods approvingly at Wraith.  "You may be a monoencephalon, but it is encouraging to see you making use of even your single brain.  I see you can put it to use beyond your usual, ah, exploits."

"You're rubbing off on me, Nas."  Wraith smiles warmly and says, "What do you think, my friend?  Does it sound like these Rajan curs are holed up somewhere, or are they simply floating around in the ether, searching for more ships to steal?"

"Well, it is hard to say with any certainty, isn't it?  After all, they have had the 'ship for a short period of time.  Your new Aamanian acquaintance seems certain he knows where to find them.  How much faith do you have in Aa?" he asks, raising one eyebrow.

In reply to Nas Nasri (msg #24):

"About as much as I do in half-mad Trivarian addicts," says Wraith, smiling.
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In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #25):

Aalistair laughs. Then he stops abruptly and leans over, "Wait... that means a lot, yes?" He tries to smile in a friendly manner.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #26):

"No disrespect to your faith," says Wraith, smiling. He removes one of his spangalor gauntlets and extends a hand.  "I don't know if we've been properly introduced.  My name is Wraith Zephyr.  What brings a parishioner of your faith to this inhospitable land?"

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #27):

The scruffy Aamanian pilgrim leans his staff against his shoulder and reaches out to shake the Cymrilian's hand.

"My name is Aalistair. I am ... assigned here to Deadwood. It is my task to ensure the safety of those here in town and upon the roads and trails nearby."

He points off towards the Aamanian monastery at the opposite end of town.

"And I see to the souls and faith of those under my care as well, of course." He raises a pair of hands in surrender. "Unfortunately, many amongst my order find that my faith is often somewhat," he sighs. "Lacking."

"Well Aalistair, it is an honor to meet you." Wraith pats the weather-beaten fellow on the shoulder and stares as the monastery.  "The world is complicated, isn't it?  I don't see how any one faith can account for such complexity."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #29):

"It is an honor for me as well," says Aalistair, removing his hat for a moment. As he places it back on his head, he continues. "Ahh, but you see, faith in the omniscient Aa can encompass quite a bit. You see, there are hierarchies and..." He stops, takes a purposeful deep breath, closing and re-opening his eyes slowly. "We can talk about all of that later, should you wish it."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #30):

"Whenever the opportunity presents itself," says Wraith, tilting his head slightly.  He exhales deeply as he appraises the task at hand and says,"I don't think you've met my esteemed colleague." He beckons to Nas Nasri and says, "This fine specimen is none other than Nas Nasri, erstwhile Trivarian champion, purveyor of secrets, and, in my case especially, a much-needed voice of reason." 

Aalistair removes his hat again and nods to the tall Sindaran.

"An honor, Nas Nasri. How place you the odds on this venture of ours?"

"Most pleased to make your acquaintance, Aalistair," the Sindaran responds.  "I don't believe we have a final plan, but once we do, I place our odds at better than even.  Should we continue our preparations as we are, I believe we will have the advantage of surprise on them.  And Rajans do poorly with surprise."  He stares off into the sky, pondering, "I should wonder if one day their children will be born with a perpetual look of surprise on their faces, as the entire race trends to such a state..."

"I've never seen anything but their eyes," says Wraith, folding his hands behind his back and tapping his foot.  "This is a wicked predicament.  I for one do not wish to hazard a boarding attempt unless we bolster our ranks.  We also can't risk a bombardment of the ship, for I don't think the Wind of Fate's owner wants us to retrieve some torn canvass and some smoldering timber." 

"We'll need to either follow them and hope they have a sanctuary, or, we'll all need to garb ourselves in sackcloth and masquerade as Rajans and hope they welcome us aboard."Wraith laughs and shakes his head.
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"I believe we have our commitment from the captain that we can at least find some way to secure transportation as requested," Nas states, nodding towards Ceramose.  He addresses Wraith, "I believe Zosha's plan was to do some recruiting here in Deadwood to bolster our ranks, just as you suggest.  It is by good fortune that we have found the rest of the windship crew already here.  Perhaps we should continue swelling our ranks, or at least get back to the rest of our crew, and see who is signing on?"

"More brave souls! Surely, our cup runneth over." Kolarios looked around, a bit confused. "I could have sworn that there was more of us... a bit furrier perhaps? Did we leave them in the tavern?" Kolarios was well-used to this. His mind was like a black lightning bolt, striking swiftly, and often left others behind in his physical (and mental) wake. It was a handicap, he knew, to be in the presence of one of his intellect and he resolved to move more slowly for the benefit of the non-Zandir in the future. For the hundredth time.

"Mayhaps, we should go find those fur... friends that shared a table with us?"

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #36):

Aalistair nods.

"Yes. We should be getting back. Find out who is willing to accompany us."

He will nod to each of Captain and the other crew nearby, then move off to head back into Deadwood.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #37):

"I fear I should stay here and assist to the extent that I can.  It sounds likely we shall be leaving again soon, but also that we will spend some time again together.  Farewell, for the time being my friend," Peregrinus claps Aalistair on the shoulder.


[OOC:  Any who are making their way back to the Grey Tower, feel free to post into that thread ("Deadwood") again.]

"Toodles!" Kolarios wiggled his finger at the Captain and followed his friends out the door.

[OOC:  Temporarily closing this thread until everyone's ready to board.  Should only be a couple days, but anyone who wants to spend some time in Deadwood, I thought I'd provide the opportunity.]

At the first light of dawn, Captain Ceramose and his crew have begun bringing The Horn to readiness for flight.  Many of them appear haggard and worrisome, looking poorly rested.

Ascending the Green Tower, Aalistair will board the Horn once more.

He'll stand near the gangway, looking a bit uneasy.

"Captain Ceramose," he calls. "I seek admission to your vessel. Is there anything I can do to help with preparations for departure?" He'll hold up his free hand. "I have very little experience with any kind of sailing vessel, so please, tasks that are simple and require little explanation."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #42):

The Cymrilian sidles up next the Aalistair and drapes an arm across his shoulder.  "Fear not, pilgrim.  Stick with me and I'll make a worthy sky-man out of you before you know it."  He looks up at the crew lethargically making preparations and his smile widens.  "Ho, captain!  Two worthy men seek to you board your vessel.  What say you?"
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"Gentlemen, come aboard!  We make ready now!  Your compatriots have begun to arrive," he indicates, and you see Zosha and Nas also preparing to come aboard.

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #44):

"Greetings, Captain, may I come aboard?"

Upon recieving permission to board, Mirna will board and quietly say to the captain, "For my own peace of mind, may I inspect your battle preparations? I'd like to see where my bow will be of most use." ((OOC: She does not want to be overheard as she is trying to be respectful of his authority))

Captain Ceramose welcomes Mirna aboard.  In response to her question, he answers, "Yes, you are most welcome.  You might want to discuss any thoughts you have with my first mate, Peregrinus."

In reply to GM (msg #41):

As day breaks, Kar rises to greet the suns. He takes a leisurely flight around the town before noticing the increased traffic to the Tower, and decides to approach as well.

Backwinging above the ship, "Permission to land Captain?"

The captain waves Kar aboard.  "Yes, yes, come aboard.  We'll be departing as soon as we get all of your crew here."

Callianos makes his way slowly towards the Horn, shielding his eyes from the suns' abuse. Moving along the gangplank, he speaks to the fellow granting the others permission to board.

"Greetings and well met, Sir. I'd like your gracious permission to board this fine vessel, if I may. I have been rather generously been permitted a place among your fine crew. Where may I stow my effects?"

"Indeed, welcome aboard."  He nods to one of the crewmen, "Lacus can show you where you will bunk and store your gear."  He turns back towards Zosha and Nas, "I've some additional preparations to make, we set sail shortly.  You can greet the remainder of your crew and get them settled as they board."  He smiles and moves to watch over the preparations.

Zosha stands, reviewing some papers in her hands, which riffle in a light wind.

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #50):

Wraith nods at Zosha as he boards.  He weaves his way across the deck, completely at ease among the rigging, the crates, the purposeful crew and meandering passengers.

J'landria is quiet as she moves up, standing just off the gangplank, staring up at the ship.  Her green eyes are wide and her ears are perky as she surveys the ship.  She watches her new companions move about on the deck with a strange intensity.  Her tail swishes once and she holds her hand up in an effort to call attention to herself.

"Hail," she calls, a quiet growl rumbling under her words.  "May I... Come aboard?"

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #46):

Mirna thanks the Captain, and seeks out Peregrinus.

”I say! Lacus, what have you done!” Kolarios stomped up onto the deck holding a wrinkled and stained bedroll in his hands. ”Why, I left the finest in spinifax cloth here for my bedroll and I return to this? Surely, I can not be expected to lay my head on this infested thing! An adventurer such as myself must be ensured of good dreams and solid slumber if my blade is to be puissant!” He looked around and realized that everyone had grown quiet, eyebrows had arched and open smiling was beginning to cross the faces of the crew. He squinted dangerously and a mischievous smile creased his cheeks. ”Ahhh… tomfoolery of a base kind! Let it be known that I will see you all gain a modicum of balance, eh, of justice on this here trip.” He turned and grumbled his way back under the deck of the ship.
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Aalistair moves through the morning bustle on the deck of the ship across to a railing where he can look out over the town of Deadwood from above. The fact that it might be the last time he sees the town is a bit of morose wonderment that does not fail to pass through his mind.

In reply to J'landria (msg #52):

"Yes indeed, please do come aboard.  Have you seen Jaxar, Athellin, or our Marukan friends?  I believe it is only they we await."    She peers down, then partially answers her own question, "Ah, I believe I see Athellin arriving now."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #55):

Wraith approaches Aalistair and says, "Why so wistful, friend?  You look as though this voyage is meant to be your last."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #57):

Aalistair turns slightly. He nods once to the Cymrilian. "Two reasons." He holds a single finger as he says, "A large band of Beastmen wiped out an entire caravan of pilgrims not too long ago. Their trail, too, heads towards the Fangs. If the Rajani and the Beastmen are in collusion, then it could mean many more deaths lie ahead. Perhaps even our own."

He lowers his finger. "As to the second." He takes in a deep shaky breath. "How many Aamanian air-men have you met? Seen? Heard of?" He holds up a hand to forestall speech. "No, it does not matter. The number is few enough. We do not easily take to the air. The heavens above are the realm of the long dead saints and illuminaries and of course beneficent Aa Himself. We were not born with wings like the Gryph, the Aeriad, or the Stryx. I will not go as far as some of my brethren and say that flight like this for men like us is a blasphemy, but the fact remains that it is an unsettling, unusual, and uneasy thing for man used to the firm rock of Aa's greatest creation under his feet."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #58):

As he approaches, he catches part of Aalistair's comments.

"Yes, but if your Aa is anything like the great creator of my people, then He is responsible for us all. Why would He forego you the benefit of the air when he saw fit to allow us to partake of your land. If He were a true separatist, then I would not have feet."

Athellin's stocky frame comes aboard the 'ship, and he bows to Zosha and the others; he is followed by a pair of Arimites.  "I took your request to heart, and here I have found two likely fellows who have experience as windship crewmen.  I present Hakeem and Nohren," he waves his hand over the two Arimites following him.  One is round like a ball, the other thin and angular with sharp features.  In spite of this they look somewhat similar.

Having been given permission to walk onto the ship, J'landria leans forward but hesitates.  She sees a few of her new friends on board and she moves forward.  Her tail swishes with some internal agitation and her expression is strangely closed as she walks up the gangplank.  When she reaches the deck she approaches Aalistair and Kar.  She smiles at them, but the smile doesn't quite meet her eyes.

"It is... new... for me as well Aalistair," she says with another twitch of the tip of her tail.  The tip dances and taps on Kar's leg and with a serious look she reaches down and grasps at her tail, pulling it up in her hands and holding it while the tip continues to twitch.  After a few deep breaths the tail stops dancing and she lets it go and she smiles again, this time more genuinely.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #58):

The smile recedes from Wraith's face as he listens to Aalistair speak.  "A compatriot of mine, a sailor named Argentis, survived a Rajan hijacking  back when he first joined the armada.  Most of his crew was slaughtered, and he lost an eye, but he survived, nonetheless.  He said it was the fiercest fight that he's ever participated in."  Wraith places on foot on a wooden crate and leans forward, the smile returning to his face.  "I don't believe in providence, dear pilgrim, but I do believe that every person is tested, at least once in their life.  This very well be our opportunity to find out what we're composed of."  He runs a hand through his cloud-colored hair and says, "Something tells me that you will surprise yourself, Aalistair.  You may be a better  sailor than you think."
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Aalistair looks at the small assembly before him, turning his back on the view over Deadwood.

To Kar, he says:
"Aa the All-Generative puts everything in its place, Kar. You have feet because you must. But, should you see a fish winging its way across the sky, would you think it strange? Or a shrubbery, swimming far out at sea? Or rather, might I say, does a small drac lingering beside a water hole where predators come to drink cry out that its death is unfair? Aa places each thing where it will best grow." He smiles, slightly. "For most of us, that place is upon the ground."

He nods to J'landria while turning to Wraith.

"I am sorry for your friend's loss. We in Aaman are taught that we are tested daily by Aa. Our resolve, our faith, our trust, our ... love. Aye, some tests are small. We might easily pass a score a day and never notice. All might hinge on one. We may never know what our actions resolve, but Aa sees all and knows all." He bows his head slightly.

"As to my ability aboard this...," he swallows visibly. "...ship. Well, that is a test that remains before me. Do we depart soon?"

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #44):

While climbing the tower steps Jaxar dredges his memory for everything he learned from Arkannon while sailing on the Wind of Fate. Scanning the deck of the ship for the captain he calls out formally, "Permission to come aboard."

In reply to Jaxar (msg #64):

"Come aboard, come aboard!" Zosha calls to Jaxar.  "We are departing shortly!  Have you seen Rammid and Rioniv?"

The crew bustles about the deck, making ready to depart.

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #65):

"Good morning Zosha", he replies to diminuative kasmirin. "Actually, when I last saw Rammid and Rioniv they were in the company of a small group of their fellow countrymen." Jaxar waves over Mirna to join the discussion. "Rammid was of the opinion that they might be willing to work for us crewing The Fate for a pittance. They are admittedly unskilled, but untrained hands would likely be better than no hands at all. When I spoke to him last I inquired as to whether the other marukans would be willing to help recapture the ship or just crew her after we returned. Either way, Rammid and I agree that we won't find a crew that would work for less." Looking at both women he continues, "I told him I would broach the subject with the two of you to get your input. They are likely waiting to hear back from me right now. What do the two of you think? Even unskilled, would they be worth meals plus a few coppers or a small share of any profit gained?"

In reply to Jaxar (msg #66):

"If they can be trained to at least stay out from underfoot, I would welcome them."

Up the Green Tower come a dozen Marukans, Rammid and Rioniv among them.

"Permission to come aboard?  We bring along several potential new crewmen, eager for the promise of employ.  All we need is a windship for them to crew.  And, ah, a little training."

Zosha glances at Jaxar, for confirmation these are the men he was referring to. They are a sorry looking lot, as nearly all Marukan are.  While clearly countrymen, it is readily apparent how Rammid and Rioniv stand apart, looking more upbeat and bright eyed than their kinsmen.

Zosha waves them aboard, "Come, come, I believe our captain is making ready to depart!"

As they file aboard, she makes several notes with her quill and parchment.
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Ceramose eyes the Marukans, a hint of mirth on his face.  "Zosha, your new recruits sway about on the deck much like drunken Zandir!"  He casts a glance down the hatch where Kolarios most recently departed, "A situation with which I have been well acquainted of late!"  he laughs.

"If all are aboard, we shall be on our way!" he calls.  The crew are busying themselves and beginning preparing to cast off.

"Peregrinus, you shall have to hold off on Mirna's tour of the ship, I'll need all hands!  Wraith, if you'd be so kind, take the helm!  The winds are not favorable for it, but take us on a course heading east!" 

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #70):

"Aye Aye, Captain," says Wraith, briskly positioning himself at the helm and setting an eastern course.  The winds whips is storm-hued hair in every direction, but he smiles and says to Ceremose, "You need not worry about the weather, Captain.  I've flown through much worse than this."  His teeth glint as his lips unfurl and vulpine grin streaks across his face.  His smiles recedes as he contemplates the the nature of their mission.  "If I'm to die, at least it will be on the deck of windship.  One could suffer a worse fate, I suppose."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #71):

Unless needed elsewhere Jaxar will stand unobtrusively behind Wraith, carefully observing his actions. "Please let me know if I am underfoot or distracting you in any way Wraith, I only wish to watch and learn. When we first recovered The Fate I began studying under our friend Arkannon. Unfortunately, we were separated from the ship before I was able to learn much and I have not seen Arkannon since then."

In reply to Jaxar (msg #72)

"You're more than welcome, my good friend," says Wraith, smiling.  "We'll turn you into a first-rate pilot in no time."Wraith wipes his brow and says, "Since we have some time on our hands.   Tell me about yourself."

The Horn glides smoothly out of the dock, tacking into the wind to head east.  The windship slowly gains altitude until Wraith finds a smooth flowing current.

Peregrinus feels the wind, takes some measurements, and looks at some charts.  "It will be after nightfall, at best, that we make the Fangs.  The wind is not with us today."


[09:03, Today: GM, on behalf of Wraith Zephyr, rolled 24 using 1d20+7. pilot windship out of the dock. ]

J'landria's ears twitch and she sways for a moment while the ship begins to move, but she quickly settles into a smooth balance and she moves to the edge to look out over the land.  She still has a nervous air to her but she says nothing to anyone, instead she watches the land move beneath her.

As the ship glides away from the dock and truly takes to the skies, Aalistair's usually deep red skin pales to a pinkish hue.

"Perhaps it would be better if I were somewhere inside where I didn't see the world moving by quite so... much." He looks about for a door or a hatch or something. "I'm handy enough with cooking. Simple fare. Maybe something else to concentrate on." This last seems less a question and more of a desperate plea.

Wraith sings an old airman shanty to himself, galvanized by the fact that he's at the helm of a ship.  It's been awhile since he's had the opportunity to sail, and he's forgotten how much peace it engenders within him.  After a moment or two of awkwardness and getting-used-to, he grows accustomed to the ship's steerage; he lashes his hair behind his head with a black iron clasp, preventing it from streaming across his face and obscuring his vision.

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #73):

"There isn't much to tell." he begins, his voice taking on a flat and distant timbre. "My parents and litter-mate were murdered when I was a young cub. That's where I acquired this scar." he adds, absently tracing his scar with a claw.

His voice takes on a harder edge as he continues, "I say murdered because it was a deliberate attack on my parents, although no one has ever been able to determine why the humans, and I mean Archaens and not the Rajan or the Wild Races, wanted my family dead. Somehow I managed to survive the assassins' attack. From that point on I dedicated my life to pursuing criminals, particularly humans. I probably would have ended up in the career I chose anyway, but I was quickly "adopted" and trained by another Manhunter. This Jaka also despised men, for reasons of his own, but he recognized my anger and hatred and he fed it, and then used it to control me. He took advantage of my pain and tricked me into doing many things I later regretted. It was several years before I realized I was being used by my mentor." After a long silence he shakes his mane in the wind and his voice takes on a resigned tone, "But that matter was settled a long time ago and I've since let go of the anger and the pain." At this point Jaxar stops speaking, and something in his manner indicates he has nothing more to say on the matter.

"Now, Mr. Zephyr," he starts up in a more normal tone, "can you talk me through that maneuver you just performed? And then maybe we can figure out what to start training our new crew of Marukans in."

It is a good day for learning windsailing, as the wind is light, and it is a headwind to boot.  Progress is slow, but Wraith is able to find a good wind and keep The Horn moving in an easterly direction.

The day passes fairly pleasantly.  The suns shine brightly, in spite of the coolness of the day.  Once or twice, sailing batrancs are spotted, but they do not fly near or threaten the windship.


OOC:  Some free interaction time.  In the next day or two, I'll have things put together for the arrival at the Fangs.  Feel free to use this time to talk among yourselves and the crew, or to learn a bit about airsailing. 

In reply to Jaxar (msg #78):

"That, my good friend, was tacking, or changing the boat's direction by bringing the bow into the wind.  Although you probably didn't see, but some of the crew were actually assisting me in this maneuver.  Captain Ceremose directed for me.  The fact that he didn't need to ask me what I was doing tells me that he's a seasoned helmsman himself."  Wraith wipes his brow and then says, "As far as the Marukans are concerned, the first thing they need learn how to do is duck.  That jib has a tendency to swing around quite violently."

He brows furrow as he contemplates Jaxar's tale.  "Thank you for sharing your past with me, friend.  I assure you, too, that I've groped my way through some very dark times."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #76):

"Perhaps I should show you our galley, Aalistair," Peregrinus offers.  "From there, I could use your assistance in finding and assigning bunks to your crew -- should we need them.  I understand you may plan to depart before you will need them, but rest might be needed before then."

He turns to Mirna, "Once we have put Aalistair to work, we can complete our tour of the defenses, if you'd like."

In reply to Peregrinus (msg #81):

Mirna chuckles ruefully at Aalistair, remembering what her first few trips on an airship were like.

"Certainly, Peregrinus. I can wait until more urgent issues are attended to."

J'landria makes no move other than her ears focusing on Jaxar when he speaks.  Her expression is sad and grim when he finishes, but she faces away from her kinsman.  When he states that a job must be found for the Marukan she turns and looks up at them.

"I need work too... To hold my own... for as long as I am to be in your... company," she says quietly, the wind carrying her voice to her kinsman's ears.  For those who have not spoken with her, she seems a cool neutral to the idea, but Jaxar and a few others can see anxiety in her bright green eyes.

The Aamanian nods. "I would be glad to assist in any manner that I might be able. While I am not much of an administrator, I may be able to figure out where to wrangle a few folks' bunks."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #80):

Jaxar will divide his time learning to pilot from Wraith and teaching the Marukans, and anyone else who is interested, the little he knows about crewing a windship. He will stress to the others that he only has a few weeks experience himself and is certainly not an expert.

He will also try to take an hour to spar with Mirna, if she is willing, to experiment with rune-carved blade he now carries.

... and so the day passes.  The new Marukan crewmen learn to avoid being knocked over the side of the 'ship, but little else.  Those of you who have had some practice on a windship readjust to sailing through the air, while those new to it start to get their 'sky-legs'.

The suns rise, reach midday, and begin to set.  Peregrinus and Ceramose switch off with Wraith at the helm, and even Athellin takes a turn.


Ceramose looks over his shoulder at the setting suns, and then ahead.  "It will be near midnight, maybe after, when we reach the Fangs.  If you really expect your target to be there, I'd like to make sure we don't just blunder upon them.  That could be disastrous." 

((OOC: LOL "if she's willing" Oh, that's cute :) I imagine Mirna is *itching* to test that blade!))

During the day Jaxar and Mirna find a chance, and an open spot on the deck, to spar with the runed swords.  They are light, fast, and deadly in your hands!

OOC:  If you'd like, go ahead and make a few practice combat rolls sparring with one another. 

In reply to GM (msg #88):

Must be taking Mirna a few rounds to get used to the lighter blade:
08:47, Today: Mirna rolled 13 using 1d20+9. Combat.
08:48, Today: Mirna rolled 20 using 1d20+9. Combat.
08:48, Today: Mirna rolled 28 using 1d20+9. Combat.

Ah, there we go.

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #86):

Coming up for air (and to attempt to count heads again), Aalistair overhears the captain's words.

"How visible are we from a distance," he asks. "While we can hope that they are not expecting us, and our height might provide some advantage against some forces on the sweet beloved ground, I agree that a brash approach might bring disaster." He tries to peer off into the distance as if he can see the Fangs far away. "Let me ponder this, and perhaps ask Aa for a blessing as well." 

Aalistair will find as stable a point aboardship as he can, perhaps near the mast if it is not too busy. Pulling out a small book of faithful prayers, illuminated with images of Aamanian saints and notaries, he will kneel in prayer.

"Beneficient Aa, granter of grace and power, if I your humble servant am worthy in your eyes, fill me now with the ability to enact your greater will."
Attempt to cast Blessing of Aa's Holy Grace, modified roll of a 1. Failure. Unless Aa intervenes with some bonus.
"All-seeing Aa, if this humble vessel be worthy, reveal unto me the plans and powers of vile foes that we labor against."
Attempt to cast Aa's Guiding Grace, modified roll of a 0. Critical Failure. Unless Aa intervenes with some bonus.

After remaining on his knees for an hour or more, Aalistair sighs softly and pulls himself upright.

"I fear we are on our own, good folk. Something hides our future path from my sight. Perhaps the feared powers of these black-hearted worshippers of Death are set against me."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #90):

"We are, unfortunately, quite visible from a distance, as they will be.  As darkness falls, it will be quite difficult for either of us to see the other.  Also, please do recall, I have no intention of attacking.  As agreed, you are on your own there -- this is no warship, and our crew has already taken loses." 

"Where Aa is silent, perhaps the Zodar will speak," responds Athellin, and setting himself in Aalistair's place begins a long shuffling of his Zodar deck, dealing cards out, and reshuffling them for quite some time, before finally speaking.

"Most curious.  Again, I remind all present, when the Zodar speaks, its advice is best heeded, though it does not deign to explain itself."  He stretches, then continues, "We fly east during the night, until Jhang's sickle breaks the horizon, then we part ways with our fine hosts.  We must then carefully, and very quietly, make our way east, until we spot our quarry."  He looks inquisitive, almost confused, as he looks up again, first at Callianos, then Jaxar and J'landria, and briefly, at the others of the band gathered.  "I say, can you fly?"

J'landria, having been silent and ever watchful from the prow, not leaving her spot, even while sleeping looks startled at the question.  Her head turns and she looks at Athellin, green eyes wide.
"Fly how," she asks.

In reply to J'landria (msg #93):

A low growl rumbles in Jaxar's throat, "Although I am hoping Athellin will be able to shed more light on his last comment I think it's safe to assume that we will need to board the Wind of Fate in a manner similar to the first time we took possession of her. Although I have not seen many windships I do not believe I have seen any that were physically on the ground. The need to fly could refer to the fact that we will need to get aboard a windship that is, at the least floating above the ground, and possibly moving."

"I believe friend Jaxar has the way of it.  The Zodar indicates that while the group of us may approach the windship, it would possibly be most advantageous for the three of you to be in the forefront.  And some, perhaps all, of us will need to be flying to get to the windship.

"That's all the Zodar chooses to reveal at this time.  I hope it may be of some assistance.  As always, you may choose to take its advice, or not." 

In reply to Jaxar (msg #94):

"It could also imply the use of magic, in some capacity.  It goes without saying that stealth, rather than brute force, is required if we are going to survive this encounter.  Perhaps the Zodar deck instructs us to create a diversion, so that some of us can slip aboard the Fate while the rest of us divert the attention of those devils."

J'landria shrugs with a small sigh.
"I can... follow directions," she says after a moment.  Her ears twitch and she looks back over the landscape moving below them.  Her attention is captured for a moment, then she turns her back on the ground and walks over to where people are gathered and talking.

The suns set, and full night encloses The Horn.  The coming of night brings cold, chill air, a reminder of the lateness of the season.

The night deepens, but the captain puts out only the most minimal lights on deck, and those he has shielded so they do not shine directly forward.  With those, and the light of the full silver moon, it is just possible for an experienced sailor to find their way around.

On the eastern horizon, the blood red horn of Jhang's crescent thrusts upwards.

"If only I had a small avir," J'landria whispers into the night air.  She looks around, keeping her attention ahead of the ship, looking around to see if she can spot anything.

Wraith's eyes narrow as he attempts to steer the ship.  He looks about for Jaxar and says, "Perhaps the one among us named Kar can reconnoiter a bit for us.  What do you think?"

"Better, something smaller," J'landria says before Jaxar can reply, a rumble in her throat.  "If Kar could find me a... small night Avir.  I could see well... beyond the reaches of the... ship, and we would be less exposed."
She turns then and looks at Wraith, bowing slightly while her long tail swishes behind her.
"Unless you have one... at hand."

She raises her chin then, her green eyes almost glowing in the dim light and she smiles.  Her white teeth glint in the darkness and she seems quite the predator.

*At which point, Kar spreads his wings.*

After all have apprently missed this show,

"Ahem...yeah, some of us can fly. What of it? I had thought to begin running scout to see if I could find them early, but if you have a better idea...?"

In reply to J'landria (msg #101):

"I do not have an Avir at my disposal, lovely lady." Wraith smiles at the regal Jaka.  "Kar will have to suffice, I'm afraid."

Her shoulders shake as if she's laughing while a quiet and short hissing sound can be heard, and she holds up her hands as if she's cupping something small.

"Alas... I can not hold him... and whisper to him," she says, a twinge of amusement in her voice, the usual growl rumbling in the background.  She turns then, reaching out to one of Kar's outstretched wings.
"Are there any... small night birds?  I need but one with... swift wing and sharp senses."

OOC: Pay no attention to the seven foot tall man with the bird-like visage and the twenty foot wingspan, there are no flyers here.

In reply to J'landria (msg #104):

From her former position at the prow of the windship, after dark fell, J'landria was able to perceive the occasional night hawk winging through the night air. 
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J'landria turns her head and spies a night hawk winging in the the wake of the windship.  She smiles.
"By the grace of Jalar," she intones quietly.  "Come to me... aid me... Be my eyes, my ears."

She holds her hand out and the hawk swoops over and lands on her wrist.

"Hello sister," she says, stroking the hawk's head.  She then leans in and whispers to it.  Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath.  When she opens them, the glow in her eyes is now red instead of the earlier green.  The hawk cries out once and takes off, flying ahead of the ship.

"I only have a short... time.  We can see what is around... what lies ahead," she says and she turns back to the area beyond.

The small night avir wings rapidly away before the windship, quickly disappearing into the night, while J'landria remains, an intent look of concentration on her countenance.

Meanwhile, Peregrinus steps beside Wraith, places his hand on his shoulder, saying, "I should spell you now, and slow the windship.  Now is the time for you to be with your companions, in any case.  Should we not get a chance to speak further, it has been a pleasure serving with you, and best wishes for your coming encounters."

J'landria is silent for a little while, then a gasp and a long low menacing growl.

"Danger ahead," she snarls, her lip curling up.  Her tail thrashes a few times before she turns to look at the rest of you, the red fades from her eyes and they're once again glowing green.  Her voice is low and her expression is grim yet fierce.  "I saw a... very large number of beast men.  The ship moored by large... rocks.  A platform from the ship lowered... a host of more humanoids on it."

She growls again, the same angry or hungry growl.

"There look to be a hundred... or more.  A plan is needed."

Coming up in time to hear J'landria's words, Aalistair peers off into the darkness. Seeing nothing, he moves up on to the deck and finds something sturdy to sit himself near.

"So, we believe that the ship we seek is somehow moored to one of the Fangs? And that they are indeed working with the Beastmen?" He takes a deep breath, thinking for a moment.

"I suppose our first order is to re-acquire the other ship, yes? Though we may like to strike at the Beastmen, that is secondary. Too, if we sieze the other ship, the Beastmen will have less opportunity to strike at us." He looks around the ship for a moment, his eyes slightly unfocused.

"Aside from Kar with his natural gifts, do any of you capable of altering nature have the ability to make yourself fly? Or conceal yourself or others? Perhaps in such a way we might enable a small force to board the other ship - either as a pre-emptive strike or while others of us create a diversion." He shrugs.

"Either way, am I correct in assuming that the other ship is our main priority here?"

Wraith surrenders the helm to Peregrinus and, extending his hand, says, "Thank you for your kind words.  It has been a pleasure to serve aboard this vessel. I hope that we cross paths again."

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #111):

Peregrinus grasps Wraith's hand in response, and answers, "I hope so as well, my friend."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #110):

Rioniv, listening to everyone's words, after no one has responded to Aalistair, offers, "That is my understanding, Aalistair, that our one overriding goal at this time is to reacquire the windship.  I do have a spell that will levitate a man, but how many times I could cast it, I do not know.  Certainly not enough to get our entire crew in flight."

In reply to Rioniv (msg #113):

Wraith recalls, suddenly, that his friend Nas provided him with an elixir of flight with several doses.  An idea suddenly begins to materialize in his head, and he saunters across the deck to confer with the rest of the group.

"How could I have been so stupid?" He says to himself.  "Perhaps because I am that stupid. That phial has been in my belt pouch for days now."

"How close do you think our captain is willing to take us? That is another consideration. Can," Aalistair closes his eyes for a brief moment, taking a breath. "Is it possible for us to go very very high above them? Then levitate down? A controlled fall? In Aaman and other countries of the west the nighthawk frequently does something similar, diving from on high. In the far East, I have heard that the shrikes do that as well."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #115):

Overhearing their conversation, Wraith says, "Gentleman, I think I may have a solution to our dilemma."  He rifles through a small pouch and produces a phial filled with a glimmering liquid.  "My esteemed colleague Nas Nasri gave this to me when I'd had a bit too much Aquavit.  There's enough in here to render us all capable of flight . . .  Please forgive me for not thinking of this sooner."
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 In Aaman and other countries of the west the nighthawk frequently does something similar, diving from on high. In the far East, I have heard that the shrikes do that as well." </Brown>
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They are not the only ones
As a predatory light flashes in his eyes

J'landria, how far ahead are our prey
Turning to the fore of the ship to see what he can, either of the target, or other avir activity.

"Hmmmmm," J'landria exhales and looks at Kar.  "Maybe two miles out.  It is not... always too easy to tell... distance when looking from another's eyes.  I am willing to estimate about two, not much more though."

She shrugs her shoulders and looks at what Wraith holds up.

In reply to Kar (msg #117):

The silver light of Talisandre's glowing orb sheds some light across the plains, but Kar does not see anything but plains in the distance.  He does catch sight of one or two nightjars swooping about, devouring insects.


OOC:  I referred to J'landria's avir as a "night hawk", which would be similar to our earthly night hawks; that is, nocturnal insect eating birds.  I'm switching to 'nightjar' here, essentially very similar birds/avir, but less likely to be confused with the obsidian winged nighthawk of Talislanta's northern forests. 

The captain steps alongside Peregrinus, and has a few words with him, then joins your group briefly.

"I am slowing the ship.  If we get close enough to see them, they will likely see us.  Beastmen have sharp eyes.  We are lucky, in a way to have a head wind -- the Beastmen, at least, will not scent us from a distance.  You must know -- if we are seen, I will bring my 'ship and crew to safety.  You will lose your element of surprise and stealth, and maybe even your chance to take the windship at all." 

In reply to Captain Ceramose (msg #120):

"Captain Ceramose," Jaxar asks quietly, "is what Aalistair suggested possible? Would you be able to fly 200-300 feet above The Fate without being noticed? And if you were detected would the difference in height give you ample opportunity for evasion and escape?"

Directing his feline visage to Wraith he inquires, "How many doses of this flying potion do you actually possess? Are you willing volunteer the entire amount to our cause?"

In reply to Jaxar (msg #121):

Into the wind, kar begins to croak and caw incoherently

In reply to Jaxar (msg #121):

"I believe that there is enough for ten - maybe twelve - people," says Wraith, placing the phial back in his belt.  "Nas provided this elixir for this express purpose.  Were it not the case, I would gladly proffer it to you and the rest of our confederation, kind sir."  Wraith slings an arm around the Jaka's shoulder and says,"I've decided to devote my energy to making a worthy pilot out of you, provided we survive this peculiar little escapade.  What say you?"

In reply to Jaxar (msg #121):

"In this moonlight, with the eyes and senses of the Beastmen, I would not count on it.  Yes, it is likely we could have plenty of opportunity to evade them, but I believe they would see us coming.  What do you think are the odds that of a hundred Beastmen, not one of them would look up?"

In reply to Kar (msg #122):

Several chirps and calls of avir can be heard in the night.

In reply to GM (msg #125):

More caws and calls from Kar

J'landria turns and watches Kar, one ear cocked his direction, the other paying attention to the rest of the group.  She tips her head to the side as if she's trying to understand what is being said by Kar and the Avir.  Her glowing eyes flit back to the potion then to Kar, then she scans the group.  One ear always on Kar, the other listening to everything else.

Jaxar visibly stiffens as the Cymrilian's arm falls across his shoulder, but after a moment Wraith feels taught muscles relax as the rigidity visibly flows out of the Jaka's body. "I would appreciate that very much, and would be indebted to you for the kindness. It has been my desire to learn ever since The Fate came into our possession and I have already started down that path of knowledge." Turning to face him, Jaxar grasps the windship pilot's hand in a firm handshake. "For now, let us work out a method for distracting the odd hundred beastmen in the area and taking a windship by stealth. I intend to drench the sands in Rajani blood by morning's light."

Jaxar gives the Captain a feral grin and replies, "What if we were to give them something else to look at?"

Jaxar gives the Captain a feral grin and replies, "What if we were to give them something else to look at?"
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Half turns to the group:
"Working on that now."

And turning back to the bow.

In reply to Kar (msg #126):

Several avir calls come, as in response to Kar's calls.

"No one would like to see these Rajan thrown down more than I.  I will listen to your plan, but I have my own ship, crew, and yet others depending upon me for their very lives, and my duties to them come first." 

J'landria watches everything, not saying a word.  Her tail swishes a few times and she moves a little away from the group, looking back out toward where the other ship and the conflict awaits.

In reply to GM (msg #131):


More cricks


*Turning to the rest of the group*
"Well, how about plan B?
While unable to draw enough other attention, I can still provide some ditraction myself. I could circle around, and give them enough of a target from the other direction, hopefully they won't see all of you coming for a bit. If we can get the ship airborne, we no longer face the full score of beastmen."

In reply to Kar (msg #134):

"Exactly how stationary is the other ship? Can anyone tell how far off the ground it may be? Beastmen, while seeming to prefer swords and axes and spears, do occasionally use bows. That may mean getting the other ship at least several hundred feet up." The Aamanian looks a little queasy as he says this last bit while keeping his eyes firmly on one individual or another.

"If we use the flying potion... Well, I confess I have never flown before. How difficult is it for those of us not born to it?" He looks from Wraith to Kar. "How fast will we be able to go? How high? For how long? Would it be best to attempt to drop like a shrike? Or stay low to avoid detection then swoop up to the deck of the ship?" He makes some vague hand motions to try and illustrate his questions.

"Too, if we get ten to twelve of us over there... we will need, effectively, two teams. One shall have to hold off the Rajani and perhaps some of the Beastmen while the second will need to get the ship airborne and moving, yes?" He looks back to Wraith and around and the crew.

"How much protection will the air crew need while getting the ship untied and upwards?"

J'landria turns to the group and cocks her ear back for a moment as she thinks.

"I would be willing to help provide a distraction.  In the dark, it would be hard to tell I am a Jaka if we make my cloak stand out like open wings," she says quietly from where she stands.  "I do not think I would be much use on the windship for I do not understand its moving or working."

"You ask very pertinent questions, Aalistiar," says Wraith, dragging his fingers across his chin.  "The speed of the ship obviously is contingent upon the wind, the condition of its levitational, and the amount of cargo that's stowed in its hull."  He peers out in the direction of their target and says, "I know a spell that could enable me to enhance the speed of the ship.  It will require a tremendous amount of concentration and focus on my part, which will be hindered by the fact that I will also be tasked with piloting."  He looks around at the group.  "We're definitely going to need to get in and get and out as quickly as possible.  If this devolves into melee, we're done for."  He exhales loudly folds his arms across his chest.  "Unless . . . if we could possibly force the Rajans off the ship by creating a diversion, perhaps I could move the ship away from it's mooring with magic.  I don't know if this will work, but it might be worth a try." 

"I may be able to help in that respect. Aa willing, that is. Or else, dropped before we reach the Beastmen, I could possibly create a diversion in their ranks. Aa occasionally blesses me with the ability to sway the minds and moods of the weak-willed to accomplish His goals. I might be able to sway a few Beastmen or a pair of the Rajani to turn against their evil brethren."

He shakes his head.

"Against the numbers we may be facing, however, that would only be a short-lived diversion at best." He smiles as if at a little joke. "While I believe that Aa brings each soul to its ultimate end, I would hope that none of ours lies before us this night."

"I don't know what stock you put in your Rahastran's Zodar, but it is good enough for me.  In the next minutes, when Jhang's crescent clears the horizon, I will becalm our ship.  At that time, you will need to decide to depart, or come with us to our next destination." 

J'landria looks thoughtful for a moment, her eyes close. When she opens them she shakes her head a little.

"The distance from the Fangs and the ship, and the Beastmen is... Maybe... a few hundred... yards.  Close enough to see, but not right on top of one another.  The Beastmen are to the north of the the Fangs and ship," she says.  "I apologize for any... lack of clarity before."

In reply to J'landria (msg #140):

"So they are not necessarily in concert. Maybe we can use the one against the other. If we drive the beastmen to attack the ship, they could surely slow the rajani. that may be enough to drive them into the air, removing that as a necessity. once in the air, if we can all fly, and they cannot, removal becomes much easier."

In reply to Kar (msg #141):

"Are we looking at roughly 100 foes, or just 100 beastmen? How many are on the 'ship?"

"Not just one hundred," J'landria says quietly a growl escaping her lips.  "More than a hundred.  Hundreds.  It is hard to count... when the eyes are moving quickly... but it is many."

She sighs and shrugs.

"Shall I look one more time," she asks.

"So, do we want our Captain to drop us off on land here away from the horde? Move in as stealthily as we can on foot at first, then take to the air? Or do we wish to partake of Wraith's serum and fly directly over?" He looks up towards the horizon. "Time, it would seem, is of the essence."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #144):

"My original plan, if the good Captain Ceramose was willing, was to create some sort of distraction to draw the beastmen away from the ship, or at least keep their eyes directed toward the ground, and then drop down on 'The Fate' from above. I was hoping that Captain Ceramose could momentarily put The Horn a few hundred feet directly above our ship, and then with the aid of Wraith's draught and possibly the aid of levitation we could strike from above while the Horn sails to safety." Looking over the group he continues, "The attack would still be one of stealth, at least until the alarm was raised. Either way, we would need to get the Fate underway before the beastmen had a chance to board or attck at range. Kar, J'landria, could you please describe their positioning again to see if this plan is even feasible? Is the windship on the ground or floating? How far away are the beastmen from the ship? And how large is the Rajan crew and where are they positioned?"

Aalistair nods.
"If the need is great, I would be willing to be part of the distraction if you believe that it will ensure success against the Rajani."

J'landria sketches in the air, then her ears lay back in annoyance and she holds her hands up.

Two clawed fingers are up, with a thumb almost as if she's going to pinch something in the air.  She grunts "ship" while pointing to her thumb.  Then she makes a fist and holds it up a little way away from the 'fangs' and 'fate' and grunts "beastmen... North"

She looks at Jaxar and sighs. She lowers her fist and holds up a finger.

"Last I saw, we were about here," she says while moving her finger in a circle.  Then she puts her fist back in place.

"Aalistair, I believe the rest of us would appreciate having you by our side. I would rather the distraction be provided by Kar, who can fly and quickly join us, or by a few of the Marukans who could provide the distraction and then run to a prearranged rendezvous point. We may need you and your 'skills' to combat the rajans' dark magic."

The winds become little more than whispers across the deck as the windship slows to nearly a full stop, drifting slightly, its sails flapping idly in the breezes.

Ceramose steps beside your little group, looking gravely out to the horizon, where the crescent of Jhang has risen over the rim.  "It's not too late to abandon the whole thing, try some other time, or just go home," he says.  "Yet, I don't think I would dissuade you.  Still, now it is time to determine your plan of action; come with me, to my next stop, where I can let you off in some safety, or pursue your windship.  We cannot lay becalmed here all night."


OOC:  At a conservative estimate, if you could reach the Fate discretely, you would have 5 to 10 rounds to deal with getting it under way before having to worry about Beastmen getting near enough to be a problem.  That's assuming that the Beastmen would respond in some immediate way.  They may not even care...

Aalistair rises from where he was crouching on deck. He takes one last look at the horizon before turning to Ceramose, putting on his hat, and nodding.

"Dole out the serum, Wraith, like holy sacrament: to each according to his need and exactly what he deserves. We shall fall on the black necromancers like a holy light, swift and cleansing and true."

He bends to pick up his staff, his sword, and his pack.

Wraith nods and begins to dole a dram of elixir to each member of the party.  He pours the same amount for himself and loosens his blade from his scabbard.  "The readiness is all, as my former captain used to say before each departure." A grim smile flickers across his face as he tethers his hair behind his head with a black iron clasp.  He turns to Ceramose and says, "We appreciate your hospitality and your patience, Captain.  If we may impose upon you for a few moments longer while we gather ourselves, we will take our leave as soon as possible."

Mirna raises an eyebrow to hear her thoughts - if not her language - coming out of the priest's mouth.

She takes a moment to make sure her sword and halberd are secured to their baldrics, and readies her bow.

"So, we 'fall on the black necromancers,' kill them quickly, and fly like the wind? I can do that." she says, eyes alight and a feral grin dancing across her face.

J'landria stays quiet and says nothing, but steps forward for her dose of the potion.  She looks at Jaxar for a moment, but when he looks back she looks away, eyes dropping to the ship.

In reply to J'landria (msg #153):

Wraith swallows his dram of acrid elixir and, grimacing, waits for everyone else to follow suit.

Aalistair makes certain his sword is secure in its scabbard, his pack is secure against his back, his gear stowed, his leather armor is tight. He clamps his hat down tight on his head and grips his staff with pale knuckles.

"I am ready," he says. "Let us be off, and may Aa bless us all."

In reply to J'landria (msg #153):

Jaxar approaches J'landria and asks quietly, "Are you alright little sister?" With a concerned look he looks directly into her bright green eyes, "If you have any doubts or concerns speak them now without fear."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #155):

After speaking to J'landria Jaxar crosses the deck to join Athellin, Rammid, and Rioniv. "This is not your fight and there are no expectations, but if any of you choose to join us you would be most welcome." Grasping his amber talisman lightly he turns to Athellin, "Let us hope your cards tell of good fortune for us."

J'landria looks as if she's about to speak, but as he turns and walks away she shrugs.  She growls a bit and follows him.

"Just... Uneasy," she says quietly.  "Discussion for... later.  Maybe."

In reply to J'landria (msg #158):

OOC: Sorry J'landria (and others) I should have been more specific. Jaxar wouldn't have left to speak to the others until he had completed his conversation with J'landria. I was trying to carry on 2 conversations at once.

"This sounds like my kind of fight"

As he also checks his own crossbow, and readies his
duar for easy acces.

"Now, we don't have much time for flight training, much less airborne combat. One key thing to remember, this fight is in three dimensions. Up and down are now just as important options as left and right."

"Point two, Height equals speed; speed equals pain for your enemy and you. Those of you with melee weapons: if you think you need to drop your weapon, do so. Better to lose that sword or stick than come to an abrupt stop at your own hands."

"And that brings us to group tactics."

*Here, he looks to Mirna, and Jaxar*

"I still say we should, in a sense, surround them and harry them with bow and bolt before striking from multiple directions. Takes them off their guard and potentially removes a few of them before we even start. What say you?"
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"I definitely concur with you, Kar.  The element of surprise is crucial.   I shall do my utmost harness the elemental forces of air and bring them to bear upon our enemies."  Wraith fully unsheathes his sword, and an eerie strand of lightening scuttles up the length of its cloud-soaked blade.  "As much as I'd love to test this weapon's mettle on a Rajan cur, I think it would prudent of us to avoid mixing it up in close quarters as much as possible."

In reply to Jaxar (msg #157):

"Should you have room for us, Jaxar, we are still with you.  It is hard to believe it was just weeks ago that we came together to first crew this 'ship.  Ere we leave, I shall again consult the cards regarding our fortune."

J'landria adjusts her bow and makes sure her blade is tight on her hip, her expression is still grim, almost sad.  She walks to where Athellin and watches him deal with his cards.

In reply to Athellin (msg #162):

"As I said, you are most welcome to join us. We will take you and as many of the additional Marukans as are willing to come, or until the doses of this flying elixer are accounted for. We will arrange to meet up with the others after we liberate the ship and are away from this general area."

"This is an important point to consider. Do we attack from a distance using bows and  . . . .dweomercraft, or do we land on the boat and attack in stealth?" Looking to J'landria and Kar Jaxar asks, "Do we know how many are awake on the ship and where their sentries are located? Regardless of how we attack knowing their locations first will aid us greatly."

J'landria nods to Jaxar and stepping to the rail, she holds out her hands again.  Another smaller bird settles in her out stretched hands and she whispers to it.  As it takes flight, her eyes again reflect red like the bird's eyes and she watches out, staring into the darkness surrounding them.

"Make it far enough," she whispers with a rumble.  "Jalar, protect this little... one moving into danger for us."

In reply to Jaxar (msg #165):

"It makes more sense to pick off as many as we can from a distance. I've no interest in shedding my own blood!"
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In reply to Mirna (msg #167):

"I have no interest in shedding my blood either, but I'm thinking they would be easier to kill in their sleep."

J'landria's ears flatten as she looks out into the night, seeing from the eyes of another avir.  She exhales and shakes her head some, but says nothing.  Her body language speaks of concentration and annoyance, and maybe something more.

In reply to J'landria (msg #163):

The cartomancer shuffles his cards, spreads them through is fingers shuffles again, and deals them.  He looks at the cards, scowls.  "The Zodar speaks not to me of this.  Perhaps the enemy is shielded from my sight.  It only suggests swiftness." 

In reply to Jaxar (msg #164):

"We'll most definitely join you.  And Athellin's two Arimite recruits.  Three of our new countrymen companions have had some combat experience and are willing to round out our ranks."

The tiny Kasmiran steps forward.  "The swordsman I sought to employ, Kolarios, has apparently taken ill, along with our new Sarista companion.  Perhaps they shared a bit of bad provender plant.  If our ranks need filling, I have some basic competence, I would be willing to accompany you."

The avir flits ahead, swooping across the plains.

Rolling her shoulders, J'landria turns her head slightly and a low growl starts quietly in the back of her throat.
"Crew is on the deck. Off 200 to 300 yards north... is a pack of beastmen.  There are hundreds of them.  A small group is breaking off... and approaching the ship.  A group of about twelve or so cloaked people... wait below the ship."

After a moment of silence, J'landria turns around again, the red fading from her eyes being replaced with the normal green.

"It seems now is the time if any.  The ship board crew looks... sparse in comparison."

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #172):

Jaxar smiles down at the tiny Kasmirin, "Any volunteer will be welcome. I only ask that you be very careful, and perhaps hold yourself as a reserve. I do not believe my friend Zarkosh would take it lightly if I let anything bad happen to his sister. And we will need your financial acumen to make The Fate profitable after we retake her."

In reply to Rammid (msg #171):

"Then gird yourselves for battle my friends, for J'landria informs us the time to strike is now. It appears there are a few Rajans on the ground dealing with the two-legged beasts, we must be sure that they are not able to reboard the ship. Can a few of your countrymen make sure this does not occur? It would also be helpful to prevent them from conjuring any beneficial aid, try to keep them ducking."

Sometime later...

”I say, this is damned dreary, ya hear?” Kolarios rolled over on the cot, wiping his mouth for the hundredth time. He looked over at the stricken Gypsy near him. ”Tis not that I begrudge your companionship, fine sir. Merely that, while I have certainly enjoyed losing much monies and precious coin to your finely painted cards and interesting game with the ever-changing rules, and I do feel that I am coming close to grasping said intricacies of the play, I was born to be whirling my blade around and rescuing woman!” His face grimaced for a moment and he looked around quickly. ”Non-wrinkly, preferably beautiful women, that is. I say, the Ten Thousand are surely mocking me for some failure of my own… nyeah, it must be celestial intervention by powers nefarious.”

The sound of retching from Callianos caused his eyebrows to waggle and a slow smile to appear on his face. ”Ahhh… it would seem my thought-smithing has provoked an offensive response in the entities that afflict us… They fear my knowledge of their evil work. Obviously, this is a matter for some more thinking. Ouch, even the word makes my brainpan ache. But, I, Kolarios, shall strive through the pain, Callianos. Never fear, I will find us a way out of this predicament. Eh… Callianos, are you awake? Hmmm… it seems some coins have dropped beneath your bed. Why, look at that! Zandir coins! And I seem to be missing some of my own. I must thank you sir, for safekeeping these during my convalescence. Thank you indeed.” Kolarios leaned backwards, rested his head and closed his eyes.

”Now to some famed, and justly feared, Kolarios Viramos plotting.”

In conclusion to  Kolarios' enthralling narrative, Callianos emits a light snore.  He appears to be sleeping.  Is he simply mocking the Zandir?  No, he's not so foolish, he must be truly sleeping.  The illness clearly is more telling on one lacking Kolarios' heroic constitution.

Kolarios' countryman Lacus then enters the bunkroom, a wide grin splitting his face.  "Ah, Kolarios, I see you have revived!"  He leans in closely, sniffs, and backs away slightly before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, "I have spread the story that it is diabolical agencies that may have struck you down, so other would not perhaps think that a Zandir could not hold his liquor."

He stands back up, "You appear to be recovering nicely.  It seems you will go to any length to remain in my company.  Not that I can blame you.  Perhaps after exercising some hygiene you'd care to join us on deck?"

”Bah!” Kolarios waved his hand weakly in Lacus’ direction as the man headed back up and swung over to drop his feet on the floor. Hygiene? Kolarios looked under his arms and noted a strange smell that he had earlier attributed to Callianos. How odd, he noted. ”Aye, I could do with a bit of refreshment!” He stomped over to the bucket of water hanging on a hook and dumped the entirety of it over his head.

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It can truly be said that Zandir, Kolarios noted, were extremely fast and fashionable dressers. It was no more than a few moments before he strode up on the deck, a bit weak at first but gaining in confidence with each step, smelling like a perfumed alleycat and looking decidedly unrumpled and suave. He stopped for a moment to cast a look around for a reflective surface and then shrugged when he did not find one.

”As if I should worry,” he chuckled to himself. ”I say, Lacus!. Where are you, brute?”

"I say, my good man, no need to shout," a quiet voice says from behind Kolarios into his ear.  He turns to find a grinning Lacus behind him.

"We're awaiting the return of your friends, and making ready to move on.  If they are going to return, it should be soon."

Kolarios stretched a bit and yawned. ”Certes, I deem they may have suffered magnificently without my stout arm! I fear for their lives… can we go see them? Maybe now?” He smiled at Lacus. ”I don’t wait well, see, a curse and a blessing; the quicksilver in my brainpan and swordarm!”

He shakes his head, sadly.  "The captain forbids it.  He won't put the ship and crew in jeopardy, much as I'd like to stain my blade with the blood of those Rajan fiends.  It should not be long now, though."

Peregrinus nods, "Then we shall have to be prepared, and have the remainder of your crew ready in short order.  If you will excuse me, I'll get them ready for you."  He begins shouting orders, and the Marukans are hustled together, getting ready to to disembark for the Wind of Fate.

Kolarios nearly fell over the gunwale as the ‘Fate’ grew nearer. He started bouncing up and down only to realize that this brought the dizzies back. He took a few steps backwards and then saw the white flag go up. ”Why, I do believe they’re surrendering! Hah!” He slugged Lacus in the arm. ”What did I tell you? The fame and fear of my blade spreads far indeed. Why, I think that…” his voice trailed off as a winged form launched its way over to the Horn. He quickly recognized Kar and cocked his head. ”I say, this is odd. They have sent one of their hostages over to parley.”

As Kar hit the deck and spoke with Peregrinius, Kolarios rushed over and reached out to grab the Gryph. Seeing that there was really no way to latch onto the Gryph without getting a handful of feathers, he dutifully clasped his hands behind his back. ”Was there torture? What are their demands.” He squinted his eyes and looked out at the windship. ”Those Rajan bastards… they’ll not have my friends. Quickly, fly me over there and I shall put an end to this!”

"An end, indeed. The beginning and all important middle have been claimed by those who could hold their weapons,"
and with humor, "and their liquor."

"In all seriousness, if you've any experience in the healing arts, you may be welcome indeed."

As Peregrinus, the first mate, begins calling out orders, the Zandir bows to his fellow countryman and the Gryph.  "That would be my call to duty, good sirs.  I must away immediately, in compensation for the impression some here have acquired that we Zandir are layabouts who cannot handle our drink!"  He rushes off, casting a rope to the Fate, and fetching a plank to use as a causeway between the two windships.

The Marukans complete their disembarkation, filing over with their meager belongings to the Fate.

Ceramose, walking by Kolarios, jibes, "It all appears safe, if you'd like to join your friends!"

Kolarios spun on the Captain with a retort and then shrugged. He smiled to the Gryph and bowed at the waist. ”I am, of course, skilled in, um, rudimentary battle ministry… I confess to some ability although note an emphasis on ‘some’.” He hiked up his sword on his belt and headed over to the gangplank. A quick toss of the head averted the possibility of discovering whether he was, or was not, completely and pathologically terrified of the astounding heights at which they now soared. He congratulated himself on ascertaining the possible threat and avoiding it, this thought and the congratulations took up enough time that he made it over the intervening distance between the two ships before his eyes caught up to his brain.

((>>>The Fangs of Golarin thread… Let me know if that’s the wrong thread.))

Captain Ceramose calls from the deck of the Horn as Kolarios departs.  "I fear you may have stirred up a hornets' nest!  We will away now!  Best wishes, until we meet again!"

With that, the plank is withdrawn, the ropes disengaged, and the Horn begins to pull away, heading towards the south, moving swiftly and smoothly under the hands of her capable crew.

"My shoes! Damn you, throw my shoes! The fine ones with the shiny buckles!"

The Zandir aboard the Horn waves and calls back to Kolarios, pointing to the silver moon Talisandre, associated with luck, "Yes, may Fortuna shine luck upon you as well, my countryman!"

Could it be he did not hear his fellow Zandir clearly?