All is quiet belowdecks, with only the light breathing of the sleeping Aalistair and Mirna, each still bloodstained from combat.

The windship sways gently on its northward journey.

J'landria moves into the area, looking for Wraith.  She sees the warrior woman and the priest sleeping and she smiles a little, she moves deeper into the area and looks to see if he's sleeping farther back where he's not immediately visible.

In reply to J'landria (msg #2):

J'landria finds wraith tucked away in the back, his wounded leg stretched out.  As he sees J'landria approach, a warm smile slides across his face.

"Let me look at... that," she tells him quietly.  "Athellin will need you to... relieve him shortly."

She reaches into a pouch and pulls from it a few berries, humming a little she moves them around in her hand, all the while purring.  She says a few quiet words and then hands the berries to Wraith.  When he's holding the fruits she looks at the leg and nods, slowly and carefully touching the area around the wound.

"Eat," she says with a gesture.
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In reply to J'landria (msg #4):

"Thank you," says Wraith, gently, and eats the berries, immediately beginning to feel better.  "I am glad that you are among us," he says.  "Yours is a wise and calming presence." 

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #5):

Mirna stretches quietly, and listens for sound from the Djaffa.

Aalistair continue to sleep the deep and peaceful sleep of the just and righteous.



(OoC: Sorry, couldn't resist)

Her eyes widen at Wraith's words as she watches the skin knit and the bruise heal.  Her ear twitches and she looks up.  Her eyes speak of laughter, but there's no smile on her face.

"I... I have never been called wise," she tells him.  "And usually frustrating instead of calming."

She lets out a short laugh and shakes her head.

"Thank you."

In reply to Mirna (msg #6):

All is quiet behind the door to the room where the Djaffa lay.

In the open crew quarters, Aalistair and most of the Marukans continue to sleep, though a few of them have begun to stir.

In reply to J'landria (msg #8):

Wraith yawns and then vaults from the bed.  "I am going to check in with Athellin and see if needs to take over for a bit."

In reply to GM (msg #9):

((OOC:
Mirna's not going to leave the door unguarded.

If someone comes to relieve her, or she can get Zosha's or Wraith's attention quietly, she will let them know the Djaffa is OK with being set down some where, but will join us if we wish. As you can probably guess, she's got some trust issues with the guy.))

"I will see to Aalistair... and then I will be up.  You can tell me what you need me to do," she tells Wraith as she watches him spring away.

J'landria walks over to where Aalistair rests and looks at the mottled bruises covering his skin.  She frowns and shakes her head.

"Aalistair," she whispers, a gentle hand resting on an area she hopes there isn't a hidden bruise.  "May I help you?"

Aalistair awakes with a start, then winces with pain. "I'm still a bit sore," he says with a touch of bitterness. "But I shall be fine," he says with a forced grin.

"I assume by your presence here that we have not in fact crashed during the night and we are still airborne and on our way?" He chokes a bit still on the word airborne.





OoC: I think that Aalistair is now at 19/21 after resting for the night. Isn't it +(Con)HP/night of rest? Plus I'd had a healing spell laid on me before.

J'landria looks at Aalistair, her large green eyes filled with concern.

"Please, let me help... even just a little," she asks him, a gentle purr rolling through her speech.

"No. Save your strength and your skills for those who need it most. Are we out of danger, then?"

She dips her head in a nod and raises her shoulder in a shrug.
"As out of... trouble as can be expected," she replies.  "I suppose."

"If you don't need me... I shall go see if I can... let someone else rest up on deck," she tells Aalistair.  "Please, tell me if you need me later."

She stands and bows slightly to him as she moves out of the room and up onto deck

As J'landria leaves, Aalistair pulls himself into a kneeling position and begins his morning prayers. Even on the road, perhaps especially on the road, it is important to keep up routine and discipline.

Belowdecks, it can be felt as the noon hour passes, that the windship slows considerably, and avian calls can be heard coming from above.

Aalistair will check to make sure the door to the make-shift prison cell is still secured and then head up on deck.

The door is still quite secure, still guarded by Mirna.

Rammid, upon waking, will go to her.  "Would you like me to take over watch for  you?"

In reply to Rammid (msg #21):

"Please." Upon being relieved, Mirna will discuss dropping the Djaffa off or keeping him on board with the people who are above deck.

The Djaffa receives the clothes from J'landria, rising to take them.  "So I am now to remain as your prisoner?" he asks, wearily.

"No," she replies.  "We need to check... something."  Her words are punctuated with the growl and she crouches down low to be near the man.  She bows her head a moment and takes a deep breath through her nose, as if she's trying to steel herself.  While she is actually doing so, she takes careful note of the scents of the man currently.

"I have a question... if you would," she says looking up at him.  "The mask you wear now.  Has anyone else worn it?"
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The man smells as he did before... still matching one of the scents of the mask he now wears, and the stink of Rajans on him.  But no surprise, in what seems like a short time, the stink of them managed to get all over this 'ship.

He looks at you, seemingly curious, although it is hard to read him behind the mask, "I am curious why you ask... one of your compatriots asked that very question.  To my knowledge, only I have worn this mask, at least while it was in my possession.  Has another been seen wearing it?"

She shakes her head and a rumble rolls in her throat for a moment.  Her tail thrashes a little and she huffs out a sigh.

"I smell someone else... You and another similar to you.  As well as the Rajani on the mask," she emphasizes the end of the last word with a growl that bleeds into the next word.  "I am distrustful because of this.  I am told only one wears the mask... Only one.  I smell three."

She purses her lips and her ears are very intent on him.

"Yes, only one does, that is our custom.  I cannot explain what you sense, other than the Rajan have had their hands on everything here," he slumps, sighing softly.

She looks deeply at the man in his mask.

"How many other," she holds her hand up and moves it over her face in a sweeping motion.  "Like you, Cha-feer, were on the ship other than yourself?"

"I am not sure," he shakes his head, "perhaps as many as a half dozen, but likely fewer." 

She nods and shrugs.

"I will be back for you later," she tells him and she stands.  "We are now in Dhar."

A bit later J'landria appears and looks at the 'prisoner' and she nods to him.
"A feast is being... prepared.  Gather your things.  This seems like the best place for us to... part ways.  You can work on heading home.  I will do my best to help you, maybe someone is heading... the proper way."

She lifts a bag and packs a rough but warm blanket and then hands the bag to him.

Abn Quam nods, "If that is to be, I will come.  I have no possessions here," he spreads his hands towards the little room he occupies.  He takes the bag offered, and follows J'landria out of the room.

J'landria sighs some and lifts the other masks carefully and takes the bag back, placing them in, along with the spare clothes that Aalistar offered, also packing them in the bag.  With a few deft movements the bag is closed and pressed back into Abn's hands.  Then she draws a pouch from her belt and pulls a few coins from it.  She untucks a smaller pouch from the larger and places the coins in the pouch and hands that to him as well.  She gestures for him to follow and stops to grab her waterskin and hands it to him.
"There."
Then she turns again and makes the 'follow' sign and leads him out and off the ship, heading to where they said the feast would be.

Abn Quam follows, holding the bag, his head bowed.  He follows as quickly as he can, though his step is unsteady.

She hears the unsteady steps and turns and grabs him by the arm to help steady him.
"Lean on me," she says, pulling him closer and helping steady him.  "Food and rest on something still is coming your way."

She helps hold him up and walks from the ship with him.

In reply to J'landria (msg #35):

He leans on you, his pace becoming more steady as you move along up and out of the windship.  On the deck, he takes a deep breath, "It seems long since I took in the fresh air." 

"I am sorry for that," she says her tone flat.  "Movement and food should help you feel better."

He nods, "I am sure that will be the case." 

Down in the crew quarters, one of the larger areas below where all the crew can gather, if perhaps cramped, the little Kasmiran lady looks about at those gathered.

"While we are on our way south, I'd like to see which of you would like to stay on as crew to this windship, our windship," she starts.  "A windship offers great mobility, covering distances in hours or days that would take weeks or months otherwise.  This windship, we could put to whatever purposes we see fit, as we all decide together."  She seems nearly quivering with excitement and eagerness, though stills somewhat as she adds "we do, of course, somehow need to keep up the funds to keep this windship operating, but my estimates are that we will be able to accomplish that, if we keep our eyes open for such opportunities on our travels." 

She takes a deep breath, "So, what say you?"

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #39):

"I intend to stay. We've fought hard for the Fate, and we fight well together."

In reply to Mirna (msg #40):

"I too am here to stay," says Wraith, looking around at the assembled group.  "Or, I'll stay until I've worn out my welcome."
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Aalistair, leaning against the wall, shrugs. "I think we should endeavor to warn others about the threat of the Rajans and the Beastmen. If the Rajans were responsible for stealing this ship, I'd wager that they won't stop there. They'll target other flying craft that fall within reach of their foul clutches."

Aeletheros smiles at the discussion, knowing he is but a fledgling to this aerial troupe; "Although I am but newly with you I am eager to have more experiences and to assist you all in any way I can. I have not had the opportunity to lock horns, so to speak, with the Rajan, but do not fear the possibility. I think I might have a couple surprises for them."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #42):

"I think you're most prudent, Aalistair."  Wraith pauses for a moment and then says,"I suspect that some larger threat is afoot.  Although the Rajans are wicked enough in their own right, something tells me that they might be in league with someone or something far more sinister.  In other words, their aspirations are far more nefarious than hijacking the odd windship."

J'landria listens and when the conversation is shifted to her she opens her mouth.

"I will do what I can to help you for as long as I can," she says, the quiet purring growl still rolling under her speech, but it's less obtrusive than it was.

"Very well, then!  Let us be on our way.  Unless there are other objections, I suggest we make a brief stop in Kasmir, and then on to Cymril for our repairs and training our crew.  And yes, Aalistair, we will need to alert those we can.  I suggest we gather up what there is of the Rajan belongings on this vessel and deliver it to the authorities."  She considers, "Perhaps that would best be done in Kasmir, before we head to Cymril." 

She continues, "Mirna, yes, I understand you have been the master at arms for this windship.  I'd certainly be pleased if you continued on in that role."

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #46):

"Of course!"

"Very good.  I will handle the financial side of our ventures, Wraith and Aeletheros will handle the piloting and training the crew.  Mirna will be master at arms, and handle command during any battle situations."

She smiles, looks around the group gathered.

As the windship travels south, Zosha, when the group is gathered in the galley for a meal, announces "I'd like to stop for a day or two in Kasmir for some business arrangements, and to see my family and brother.  If any of you are interested in visiting with him, I will check and see if he is strong enough to see visitors."

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #49):

Wraith raises a quizzical brow at Zosha.  "That is very hospitable of you to allow us to visit with your brother - so long as he is well enough."  He looks around at the rest of the group and says, "It will be nice to have some firm ground beneath our feet."

She smiles, uncertainly, "I'm sure, if he is up for the visitors, you would be most welcome," with a very slight dip of her head.  "In particular, I was thinking of Mirna and Jaxar.  I understand they traveled far with my brother, before the trip to Golarin and his illness." 

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #51):

"I look forward to seeing your brother."

There is a good deal of hustle and bustle about the windship over the next day or so.  Minor repairs to be made, and Zosha is able to get some good deals on supplies and, with the aid of Wraith and Aeletheros, materials for repair.

Those who wish are able to visit, briefly, with Zarkosh, who is still weak from his illness, though he does show pleasure most especially at seeing Mirna and Jaxar again.

The time passes quite quickly, and it seems so soon that it is time to be back in the sky once again.

Not really knowing the people his new crewmates do in Kasmir, Aeletheros stays on board the ship working as much as he is able on the minor repairs that need doing. When he takes his rest for meals he studies his grimoire, going over arcane formulas in his mind and trying to carry them to the next step, taking notes diligently of his thoughts.

Taking a cue from Aeletheros, as well as Zosha, Wraith decides to remain on the ship as well.  As the rest of the crew wanders about or meets with Zosha's ailing kin, Wraith paces to and fro on the deck, taking the baked, arid expanse below them.

He peels a few splinters back from where the blade of a weapon missed its mark and struck one of the masts.  There are also, here and there, some dark stains on the deck, which Wraith is certain is blood spilled during the savage battle that recently ensued.

By the morning of the 43rd, all is ready to depart.  The trip to Cymril will likely be a couple of days.

On the flight to Cymril from Kasmir, Aalistair watches the scenery go by as much as he can, marveling at the transition from desert to fertile fields and green hills.

It is indeed an interesting change, the dry, sandy dunes of Kasmir slowly giving way to hills and forests of Cymril, bright with the fall color still.

Supplies have been loaded.  Aalistair has visited the small Aamanian temple and pilgrim way station near the city.  J'landria has accompanied Zosha, and even encountered some few Jaka, but none have seen a youngling in the area.



OoC:  Just moving things along... we can RP out any of the above if people really wish to, but I'd prefer to open a separate thread for it.

The crew retake possession of the Wind of Fate on the last day of Talisandre, and begin training on the first of Zar.

The Marukans, other than Rammid and Rioniv, are almost hopeless crewmen.  They stumble, and bungle, but slowly, as the days pass, they seem to begin to catch on.  And they are willing to work hard, and seldom complain about the conditions.

After a week of training, and maneuvering the windship around the rolling hills and woodlands surrounding the beautiful city of Cymril, they are perhaps ready for a longer voyage.

During the week, Zosha gathers those available during a break in the training.

"I have secured a fare for us.  Apparently, the Wilderlands routes have had increased attacks by bandits of late, and we have some merchants who would like to negotiate with the Thralls in their city of Tor for guards directly.  We will be providing them with quick transportation.  They would like to leave on the 8th, and I've told them we will be ready."

"Will we be transporting the Thralls back with us as well, or just the merchants," Aalistair asks. "Furthermore, Tor... isn't that a jungle city? Will we need special supplies for a journey there?" Clearly, Aalistair is taking the position of quartermaster with some degree of seriousness.

J'landria shrugs, unfamiliar with what's being talked about.  She listens carefully though so that when the situation is in place, she understands better.

"No, no Thralls returning with us," she pauses, considers, "unless, perhaps we may have opportunity for further business arrangements once we get there..."

She paces, "Tor," she continues, "is indeed a jungle city.  But we will not be there long, and largely staying aboard ship.  But, as you point out, preparation is always prudent.  If you would be willing to work up a list of the needed supplies, we can make a trip to the markets and pick them up."

"My main concern will be crew health. Jungles are rife with strange insects, stranger diseases, and even yet stranger beasts. I trust that our mode of transport should deal with the beasts on its own, but the prior two are things we may have to deal with. While some of the local merchants would be pleased to inform us of exactly what it is that they sell to alleviate such things, I would rather have someone without an interest in the gold of our pockets informing our purchases."

She nods to Aalistair, "Good thinking.  That would not be myself.  I am not a jungle traveler.  I do not know if any among our crew are.  But I am comfortable leaving the task in your capable hands," she smiles.

After the many flights out and about, Zosha has arranged a final one to Sindar.

She spreads her hands, somewhat apologetically.  "It would appear, that though we offer a limited service, word of our low rates while training our crew have gotten out."  She shakes her head, "While the transportation we offer is not glamorous, it is fast, and others in the windsailing business would ask that we desist.  And, true, what fees I have collected are scarce enough to keep the Fate running, and us supplied and fed.  In any case, we have completed our training, and as part of my agreement with some of the merchants in the area, we will be running one last trip to Sindar with a few passengers."

She pauses, looks around at those gathered.  "Many here have expressed desire to assist our friend J'landria with her noble cause to recover the lost youngling of her people.  While I would be remiss if I did not search for ways to keep us funded along the way, that will be my part.  Of this resourceful group, your job is to do the actual finding and recovery!" 

"Two questions. First, will we be able to resupply in Sindar: food, water, perishables. Second, do any of us have an idea where to start looking for J'landria's lost cub? Has there been any news from the wilderlands about the Beastmen and the Rajani?"

J'landria shakes her head in reply to Aalistair.

"May I ask a favor of you, Chosen of Aa," she says quietly.  "I can't find the youngling, not anywhere.  The only one who said they saw anything is," she pauses and looks around before leaning in.  "Is someone who still seems... Something.  Does maybe Aa know where the lost one is?  You could find this ship, could you find my... the cub?"

Her expression speaks loudly while her voice is quiet.  Even on such a different face with odd features Aalistair can see the worry and anguish at the thought of the child being lost for much longer.

"Please," she pleads.

"I have no doubt at all that Aa indeed does know where your missing kin is and what he is doing right this moment. However, touching the will of the divine and attempting to commune with Aa's grace is difficult at best for one of mere mortal flesh." Aalistair sighs. "And yet, I will do what I can."

"Thank you," she says simply.

Zosha replies to Aalistair, "On your first question, we will supply here in Cymril, as the trip to Sindar should only be a day, two at the most.  Of the Beastmen and Rajani, I have heard little.  Though it is said the Za have been raiding more of late." 


Aalistair settles down in prayerful meditation, somehow finding a serenity amidst the clamoring of the still green Marukan crewmen.

"East. We should head east after Sindar. Perhaps as far as Maruk, unless any of you know of any other Marukan settlements or ghettos. Or... maybe, perhaps. Are there slavers that run large groups of Marukans anywhere in the Wilderlands? Perhaps that is what the Za are up to?"

Aeletheros looks over at J'landria's worried expression talking about the lost cub and addresses her; "I know I am new to your group and I have no skill with divination unlike Aalistair. I will however pledge my assistance in any way to help in the return of the cub. No youngling should be in a position of danger if it can be helped."

"I am happy to travel wherever the wind pushes," says Wraith.  "My heart lies with J'landria, though.  I would fain devote all my energies to locating her missing cub."

She looks at the two men, surprise in her wide green eyes.

"Than-thank you," she stammers out.  "He was only a year or two behind me in age, not really a cub anymore, but not yet full grown.  He was training to be a... A manhunter like his father, but as I know, his skills were still very weak and not too useful in comparison to many of our warriors.  My father."  She pauses then and a strange expression crosses her features.  "Well, he thought he was taken but the others who are expert trackers said he met some men and ran off to... I do not quite understand.  They asserted that he wanted to be grown in any case.  My father disagrees and says that the scuffles he saw were not a messy camper but someone being bodily dragged away with mild force."

She seems a bit taken back with how much she's said, and at how much she's confided in them.

"I think we should look to the slave markets of the east... perhaps if I could consult a map?"

"Marukan slaves are not particularly common," Athellin says, softly.  "The thinking seems to be, that as plentiful as they are, and the low wages they work for as freemen, it is seldom economical to go to the trouble of rounding up, feeding, and transporting Marukans for the slavers."

Rioniv adds, "There are Marukans living in many of the larger cities.  And, well, in Deadwood as well."

"Let us try Maruk first. Perhaps there will be more answers there." He seems to think for a moment. "Though perhaps we could see if there are cargoes heading in that direction from Sindar."

Her ears flatten some in an expression of mild confusion.  The races of men and just about everything about them confused her more than she wanted to let on.

"I trust in your wise council," she tells Aalistair.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #78):

Zosha starts a bit at this, then nods rapidly.  "Yes.  I don't know what they have to buy or trade in Maruk, but I shall check with our Marukan crewmen, and see what I can come up with." 

She looks around at those gathered, a sly look crosses her face.  "Perhaps those here might suggest where else in that direction we might visit, and perchance create some profitable trading partnerships?"

She then zips off, chattering away with the Marukans, and preparing for the journey.

Aeletheros looks at the others gathered, at Zosha's rapidly departing back, then back at the others and gives a hearty chuckle; "Leave it to a Kasmirin to turn a mission of mercy into a mission of mercenary. Regardless I am on board for the long haul."

"Well, the main export of Maruk is Ogront dung, so I'm not sure she will find much to trade, unless she plans to fill the hold," he grins.

J'landria's eyes grow wide at the comment and she blinks a few times before it sinks in that he's joking.  She smiles a little then and reaches up to scratch her nose.

"That would be... Interesting," she comments.  "At least the last of the scent of the previous," she coughs, and the look of an uncomfortable subject crosses her features.  "Yes, that would be washed away with the dung."

She smiles a little again.

Rammid returns J'landria's smile, a warm, friendly smile, before the gathering breaks up.


The passengers board, a Gnomekin, a Cymrilian, and a blue Aeriad.  They look more the sort of scruffy adventurers, not important passengers booking windship transportation.

After much bustle and busy-ness, the windship is prepared, and sets off, reaching Sindar, and the passenger's destination, on the second day.

J'landria watches the newcomers a bit anxiously, but before the first day is over she approaches them each, asking about the youngling that had gone missing.

"Mayhaps instead of dung, we can transport some of the people of Maruk to another destination. But... that will require us having some lead as to where to go next. Since we won't have that until we get there... Well," Aalistair watches the skies for a bit. "We'll just have to see."

In reply to J'landria (msg #85):

None of the passengers seem to recall having seen a Jaka youngling, though the Gnomekin seems more talkative, or at least more friendly, than the others.  He asks, "Have you been traveling in these parts before?  It is said your windship has been out over the Beastman lands of the Plains?"

J'landria seems surprised by the talkative nature of the Gnomekin.

"Mmmmm," she somewhat growls, more of a thoughtful sound.  "Time blends.  Yes, the plains.  Out to Deadwood.  The trees are... I did not go near them."  She looks around, then back at the gnomekin, adjusting so she is closer to his level instead of towering over him.  She moves to where a crate sits on the deck and sits on the deck beside it, offering the crate as a place for him.
"Why do you travel," she asks him.  She remembers Wraith making small talk, and has decided to engage in it, however awkwardly she is at the whole deal.

He sits happily on the crate, swinging his feet, then sobering somewhat.  "There is talk of the Beastmen, perhaps preparing for war, that is why I ask.  For myself, and my companions, we travel for a merchant who wishes us to make contacts in Sindar for him.  I had expected travel by caravan, but it is not my place to make those decisions.  This is certainly quite interesting." 

In reply to GM (msg #89):

Wraith keeps one eye on the newcomers as he pilots the vessel.  He switches on and off with Aeletheros at helm, and assists with training the crew when the tall Phantasian assumes control of the vessel.

"Ahhhh," she responds, not quite sure of what else to say.  There is a long and awkward pause and J'landria looks around, her eyes falling on Wraith for a second, and it's almost as if she's begging him for help before she looks back to the Gnomekin and grins a toothy and predatory grin.

"Uhh, well.  Unless you travel in numbers, it might be best to avoid the plains.  The beastmen do seem up to something."  She bites off the last word and the final vestiges of the unnerving grin are gone.  "Why interesting?"

"Up to something?" he asks, looking at J'landria curiously with his large, bright eyes.  "What do you think they might be up to?"

"As to interesting, well the flying part.  My people generally stick to the ground, or really, below the ground, so flying is quite exciting for me!"

At the question, J'landria shrugs.
"I have fur, yes, but do not pretend to understand beastmen or their reasoning," she replies.  "My people do not even climb trees often, so I can understand the excitement of this mode of travel.  At first I was very... I do not know the word.  Now I am accustomed to being so high, but I miss the feeling of earth beneath me and the smell of life around me."

She looks up again, to see if any of the other crew are going to join her in the chat, but as the little man moves her eyes dart back to him.  Her ears continue to listen to the rest of the ship however.

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

Wraith twists his lithe form and says, "I have not seen many Gnomekin meandering on the deck of a skyship."  He flashes the newcomer a warm grin and says, "You're a brave soul, dear friend.  Your kind is firmly-rooted to the ground."

One ear snaps to Wraith's voice and J'landria turns to watch him stretch.  The action makes her want to do the same thing but she sits still, the muscle at the back of her jaw twitches a few times and she smiles but says nothing.  She looks from Wraith, to the gnomekin, and back.

"Some, like myself, tend to be more curious than others," he smiles back.  "I, too, miss the earth, its smells, the embrace of Terra.  But there are other things to experience here, that are also wonderful."

He bobs his head towards J'landria, "I hadn't thought you would in particular would know more of the Beastmen because of your fur.  I had just heard things, things about the Beastmen arming, that I thought any of you," he bobs his head at J'landria, and Wraith, "who had traveled to those parts might know whether it is truth or rumor." 

The Aamanian, passing by, chimes in. "We know a few things. Ill tidings and speculation, but some evidence that the Rajani are using the Beastmen for some nefarious aim."

"I didn't mean that," she begins, but realizes that she doesn't know how to explain what she meant.  She holds her hands up and nods to Aalistair's words.

"Best to avoid the plains," she says.  "Unless you are a part of a large group."

Aalistair nods. "Agreed. Aamanian pilgrims travel in a group and place their trust in the Omnificient. It is one of the safest ways to cross the Plains."

He shrugs, raising his hands, "Oh, I don't have any plans to travel out across the plains!  I was simply interested, as I had heard you had traveled out that way, and stories of Beastmen packs being spotted along the borders."  He looks to Aalistair, "Rajans, you say?  That is remarkable indeed.  I wonder what Rajans would want with Beastmen?"

J'landria shrugs.
"Unknown, but I think it is not very good either way."

She looks at the men, then at the gnomekin.

"I apologize, I am not... I am not good at chatting.  This is my first time being with men," she says while indicating all the races of men on the ship, completely unaware of what she's said.

"Me too!" he exclaims, a big smile on his innocent face.

The windship travels on, and in the morning of 45 Zar, reaches its destination, a small mesa city in Sindar along the Dead River.

The stop could be as brief as it takes to let the passengers disembark, but Zosha would like to stay for a couple of hours to see if there might be any merchant opportunities.  Others are welcome to stay or disembark as they wish, provided they are back at noontime.

Athellin can be seen shuffling his Zodar deck, and appears to be readying to take a short leave into the city.

Aalistair stops Athellin. "Tell me, traveler. Can you cast your cards to divine what minor fates Aa may have planned for us in this city?"

After waving farewell to the gnomekin, she spots Athelling and Aalistair. J'landria approaches, standing behind Aalistair and watching what Athellin is doing as well.

Deftly flipping his cards, Athellin shuffles, and flips out two.  The Charlatan, and the green moon, Phandir.  He frowns.  "There is some deception being fostered, part of a greater mystery.  Somehow, our recent passengers are involved."  He shrugs, "perhaps I might reconsider my visit to the city."  He smiles, "or perhaps not."

Aalistair grunts in response, shaking his head. "Well... they're off the ship now, so I guess it makes no matter." He looks from J'landria to Athellin. "If you'll excuse me."
He heads off, feeling uneasy. To pass the time in port, he moves around the ship, looking for anything that might be amiss.

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Aalistair rolled 15 using 1d20+1. Conveyance.
Making sure the Fate is ship-shape. There's probably some sort of downward modifier for this on the off chance there is something wrong.
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J'landria heaves a sigh and nods as Aalistair walks off, she then moves to look over the city for a moment.

"If you go into the city Athellin," she says, half turning to face him.  "May I join you?"

In reply to J'landria (msg #108):

Mirna will spend the time they are docked watching the dock, to ensure no one unsavory attempts to come aboard.

Wraith considers seeking out Nas Nasri, his errant friend, but thinks better of it and remains aboard the vessel.  Although this is not the first time that Nas has vanished without warning, it always makes Wraith uneasy.  "Perhaps Satada got him," Wraith smiles and shakes his head.  "It is far more probable that he succumbed to the blandishments of a young lady courtesan, somewhere during his travels."
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In reply to J'landria (msg #108):

He smiles at the young Jaka and nods.  "Of course, you may join me.  And any others that might want to come along." 

He gets his things together, and prepares to follow the already departed Kasmiran.

Aeletheros remains on the ship as he really doesn't have anything he needs to do off ship and he is lacking in the requisite funds anyhow. He manages his time by checking over the ship's systems, rigging, and other necessary things for smooth flying. If any crew are around he will also continue to instruct them on the finer points of windship piloting.

In reply to Aeletheros (msg #112):

Mirna listens to Aeletheros' commentary on the ship with half an ear - her attention is definitely more focused towards the safety of the 'ship.

The first part of the night passes quietly, a light breeze stirring in the rigging, rocking the windship lightly against the anchor ropes.

As midnight draws near, a great howling wind comes up, buffeting the ship, straining against the ropes.  It blows then ebbs, sometimes sounding like shrieking, and sometimes it seems almost to whisper to you as you awake from fitful sleep.

Aalistair awakens and almost immediately begins to pray. He kneels on the deck, eyes closed, hands clasped in begging supplication.

Aeletheros sits up in bed and casts his eyes about the room, looking for residual magic auras from the strange wind and whispering. He resolves to speak with his crewmates about this in the AM as well as meeting with Athellin for a reading.

OOC: 10:21, Today: Aeletheros rolled 21 using 1d20+6. Detect Magic special ability. (any magic within 10 feet of him?)
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Wraith awakens and snatches his blade from beside his bunk.  He pulls his spangalor over his head and wraps his belt around his waist.  The air, cold and damp, sends a shudder through his bones.  "Enough games," says the airman to himself.  "Show yourself or stop haunting my sleep."  He hastens from his cabin and seeks the rest of the crew.
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Wraith finds most of his crewmates still asleep, albeit many of them fitfully; Aeletheros is peering curiously about the cabin, while Aalistair kneels beside his bunk, deep in prayer.

In reply to GM (msg #118):

Wraith approaches Aeletheros and says, "I presume that something disturbed your slumber, too."  The airman peers at Athellin and then back at the Phantasian.

Aeletheros hasn't taken the time to strap on his armor as he has been observing the surroundings through his magic sight. He smiles faintly at Wraith and replies; "Yes, I too was awakened. There was a voice in the wind, it said 'Welcome to the Ship of Fools, soldier... your search for adventure will land you dying in a wreck far from home.  Yet you know not what they hide from you...', at which point I rose and observed my room with my magic sense. There is some strange residual magic in the wind. I remember tales of magical winds and storms, perhaps remnants of the Great Disaster. The truth of the matter of course remains obscured. What did you notice?"

J'landria's eyes are open and she looks at the others who've been awakened.

She rolls from her bunk, landing on the floor in a crouch, like a large predator ready to pounce.  A growl whispers from her throat and she stands.  She looks around the room, prowling, pacing, seeking out any indication or reason for the disturbance.

She stops near the men and her voice is thick, almost hard to understand from the growling that's sliding into the words.

"Something is toying with us," she snarls.  Then she takes a deep breath, her ears are cocked back in annoyance.  "Said the youngling was dead, tortured to death."

In reply to Aeletheros (msg #120):

"The voice informed me that a traitor - or traitors - lurks among us."  Wraith drapes his wrist across the pommel of his sword; his other hand twists across his chin as he ponders the significance of the dream.  "It is obvious that someone or something wishes to sow discord in our ranks."  The pilot folds his hands behind his back and paces about the cabin, sorting through memories and the fragments of lore that he acquired during his time at the Lyceum.  "In moments such as this, I wish that I'd been a more inquisitive student."  A smile flickers across his face.

OOC:

16:17, Today: Wraith Zephyr rolled 26 using 1d20+6. Wraith Arcane Lore Roll.
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As the group speak, the hatch opens, admitting a gust of howling wind before Athellin enters and closes it behind him.  "I thought perhaps some were moving about down here.  As long as you're up, perhaps someone would be willing to spell me on guard duty?"  He looks around at the expressions on people's faces, "Ah, you can hear the wind down here as well, then."

In reply to GM (msg #123):

"It is a witch-wind, I think," says Wraith.  "Some of these winds are imbued with magical properties, restless spirits, and other things that should be banished from this realm."

Aeletheros looks over at Athellin, a question in his eyes; "Yes, we heard the wind as well. What did it have to say to you? As to your question I will spell you on guard duty if you wish, I just need a little time to put on my armor."

The Rahastran's eyes drop, his face looks haggard.  "It told me I would find my brother's bleached bones at the foot of Dagger Ridge."  He shrugs, looking at Wraith and nodding, "I do not know that there is anything to these voices in the wind, but they are taxing nonetheless." 

Aeletheros listens to Athellin's words while he starts buckling on his armor. Once that is done he straps on his sword and grabs his longbow. He looks at Athellin again once he is ready; "So, strange whispering winds aside, what else should I be aware of up above? I am ready to take my turn above to watch the surrounding skies."

"I think I'll join you," says Wraith.  "There's no way that sleep will accommodate me again, so I might as well put myself to good use."

In reply to Aeletheros (msg #127):

"Aside from the winds, there was little other activity out there," Athellin responds.  "I imagine the winds drive most natural creatures to ground."

J'landria snarls, which seems to be her way of frowning.  She shrugs and paces with a shake of her head.

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #122):

"Sow dissent? I don't think so. I think it's playing on our fears, trying to weaken us." Mirna's voice trails off in thought, "But to what purpose?"

((OOC: Hi guys :) ))

With a hard day's work completed, the crew gather for an evening meal in the galley.  As you all prepare to dine, Zosha asks, "Do we have a destination planned?  I understand that repairs will be complete tomorrow.  Will we follow Serpent Pass and follow the lead we have?" 

In reply to Zosha Davij Inan (msg #132):

"I don't see why not." Mirna shrugged, a bloodthirsty grin giving lie to the casualness of her tone, "Unless, of course, we want to do something about the Kang recruiters outside of town along the way."

"That sounds like a rational plan," says Wraith, between mouthfuls.  "I would prefer to avoid the Kang, if possible.  Providence was on our side, I think."
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The usually quiet Rioniv speaks up, "I am not sure I would like to pick a fight we might easily avoid with these Kang.  I am more eager that we assist our friend J'landria, after so long we are at least hot on the trail of this youngling."
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In reply to Rioniv (msg #135):

"Either way, it's a chance to hone our skills and stories to tell when we're old."

Rammid nods his head when he hears the words of his fellow Marukan..."Indeed, we have a good lead and they are not that far ahead. Witht he windship we should be abler to overtake them without too much effort."

"Let us set sails at our earliest convenience and find your missing cub, " says Wraith to J'landria.  "I am eager for some good to come out of the recent blood that has been shed."

The little Kasmiran looks around at the others and nods.  "Very well, then; if we are all agreed, we will finish repairs in the morning, and set sail following Serpent Pass."

J'landria nods to Mirna, Rammid, and Wraith.  She smiles for a moment, but seems worried.

After a few moments, Wraith says, "I would be remiss if I failed to admit that I'm perplexed by recent events.  Why did those Kang try to steal our ship?  Kang are warriors nonpareil, but pilots?  Something isn't adding up."  The airman shrugs his shoulders.   "I know that we have more urgent business, but I would like to know what use those brutes have for a windship."

Aalistair nods.

"The child should be our priority. It is why we came this direction." He rubs at his jaw in thought. "Though if we can find out more about these Kang or the Rajans we left behind, it would likely go a ways towards the safety of the Wilderlands in general."

With the meal ended, and the suns set, a weary crew finds they ways to their bunks and cabins.  Sleep comes quickly for those still sore from just healed wounds and hard work repairing and resupplying the Fate.  Mirna arranges a watch, much of it taken by Jaxar with his sharp night-eyes, though it passes uneventfully.


Morning comes cold, though a warm breakfast from the galley breaks the chill and warms the mess hall.

The diminutive Kasmiran is early to the mess hall, joined by Rioniv shortly from the kitchens.

Aalistair stumbles into the common area, rubbing his head. He smacks his lips as if they are dry. "I. I need bowl of water. Clear water. Clean water. For ablutions. And to shave. And then I need to pray." He seems a bit out of sorts, staring off at nothing, not addressing anyone in particular. He sinks down into one of the seats at the table, hands spread out on the flat surface in front of him.

In reply to Aalistair (msg #144):

"Fortunately, water is easy to come by, here anyway." After a moment, she continues, "So, do we pursue the Kang and risk losing our lead on the cub, or do we try to find the cub and give up our chance on the Kang? I can't help but feel there is more at stake here than just one cub and one windship..."

J'landria looks at Aalistair with some concern, gingerly placing her hand on his back for the barest of moments as if she was asking if he was doing alright. Her hand retreats quickly, though her attention remains on him.

At Mirna's question she says nothing in reply, although her body language seems to show defeat and despair to some minor degree.

Rioniv returns to the table during the conversations, carrying a bowl of water and a soft towel.  "Hey you are, my friend," he says softly, placing them before Aalistair.  With a look of quiet concern on his face, he asks, "Did you not sleep well?" 

"I think that we should pursue the cub, if possible."  Wraith folds his arms across his chest and watches Aelistair perform his ablutions.  "Does something trouble you, pilgrim?"

While partaking of a meager breakfast Aeletheros listens to the renewed conversation about the group's next destination. Looking over at J'landria then Wraith he nods his head; "I am in agreement with you Wraith, the cub should be the first priority as that was our goal when we set out. Of course I am curious about the machinations of the Kang, especially as they were so willing to attack openly instead of hiring us. Perhaps they desire windship technology to remain on par with the Rajan, now that those bastards have obtained it."

In reply to Aeletheros (msg #149):

((OOC: Dare I suggest Mirna go after the Kang and catch up with you later ? ;) ))

Mirna gazes at the horizon, deep in thoughts for a few moments. She shakes her head and looks around at the crew, stopping with a kindly look for J'landria. Softly, she says, "The cub it is then. Hopefully we can find him quickly and come back to the Kang before they cause too much damage."

Aalistair looks up, his eyes taking a moment to focus.
"I... I slept. I was touched. A v-vision. From Aa the All-mighty. The All-Seeing Eye appeared before me in my dream, commanding me to seek it out." He dips his hands into the bowl, letting them fill with water. He lifts them, shaking, and covers his head with moisture. "I need to clean myself. Prepare. Perhaps this journey to find the child is the same path. I trust that it is so."

In reply to Mirna (msg #150):

"Methinks you're toying with seeking out the Kang on your own, Mirna."  A feline smile twitches across Wraith's face.  "While there is no question that you are more than capable, I would hate for you to end up enslaved - or worse - because the odds were insurmountably against you."  The airman tucks his gauntlets into his belt.

In reply to Wraith Zephyr (msg #152):

Mirna smiles. "The thought did cross my mind, but there is far less glory in foolhardiness than one would imagine."

In reply to Aalistair (msg #151):

Rioniv tilts his head slightly, regarding Aalistair.  "Not that I would question your faith, dear friend, but you are certain it was Aa?  Did the Eye show you where to seek it?  Perhaps it is a sign to us, though such visions can be difficult to interpret."

In reply to Mirna (msg #153):

Athellin's lips curl into a grim smile at Mirna's response.  "Foolhardy is in the eye of the beholder, though, eh?  Though we did march into the Beastmen's lair, and walk out again."  A brief sadness chases across his features like a fast moving storm cloud, "most of us, anyway."

"I believe it was Aa," he says, sitting up straighter and looking around. "I intend to pray. To meditate upon this vision, but first I must make myself presentable to my god. I must shave and clean myself... well, as best as my given our location. Then I shall go up on deck with my prayerbook and seek guidance."

In reply to Athellin (msg #155):

Mirna gets a faraway look in her eyes, "Aye, most of us." After a moment she grins at Athellin, "So, are you trying to talk me out of going to the Kang camp? Or talk me into it?"

He raises his hands, palms out, his smile returning, "Far be it from me to encourage you one way or the other.  With this pack we are following with the youngling, I expect you will get plenty of adventure in any case."  He looks around at the group present, "though, if you would wish, I will cast my cards and see what the fates have to say?"

In reply to Athellin (msg #158):

"A quick look at the deck may resolve some of our ambivalence," says Wraith, his smile returning.  "No matter what we decide to do, I am happy to say that the repairs are finished.  If you'll excuse a bit of conceit, I don't think she's ever looked as splendid as she does now."  Wraith raises his glass to Aeletheros.  "I would gladly take credit for this overhaul, but our Phantasian sailor deserves the majority of it.  It was he who oversaw most of the repairs."

Aeletheros smiles and even blushes a bit at Wraith's compliments; "Thank you for the vote of confidence but you did plenty as well. Repairs are never a one man job on a windship. I am just glad to have it back up to snuff for our next journey. Let's hope it stays that way for a while."

In reply to Athellin (msg #158):

Mirna chuckles, "Sure, let's see what the fates say."

J'landria moves so she can see Aeletheros and his cards a bit more clearly, her expression obviously curious, but she keeps her distance.

The cartomancer shuffles his zodar, fingers deftly shifting and interleaving the cards.  He then draws two, and places them face up on the table.

The crimson moon, Jhang, and the wizard.  He contemplates for a time before speaking.

"It would suggest we have a battle in store for us, perhaps a magical one.  Though the wizard here may represent another fate before us, related or not."

He appears puzzled, or introspective.

In reply to Athellin (msg #163):

"I'm sure it's nothing we won't be able to handle!" Mirna gets up to walk around the deck and ensure there's nothing unusual about.

Athellin nods slowly, quietly gathers up his cards, and also climbs up to the upper deck to help prepare for the departure.

J'landria follows Athellin and points to the cards.

"Can anyone do that," she asks confused.  "Are the cards somehow magical?"

Aeletheros looks over at J'landria as he also makes his way to the deck; "The cards are probably not magical, his ability to read them most likely is. That is one of the strong points of Cartomancy; divination. I don't pretend to understand it or even believe it 100% but it never hurts to be cautious."

The cartomancer regards J'landria, thoughtful.  "I've never put that much thought into it.  Anyone can do it, I suppose.  There is some art and concentration in drawing the cards, and further effort in interpreting the result.  The cards have their own magic, though I believe the true magic is in what the represent."

Her ears are perked forward, but her expression reads of confusion and disquiet.

"May I touch a card," she asks.

"Of course," he smiles back, his hands again showing the surprising deftness despite their weathered look as he shuffles and fans the cards in the blink of an eye.  "Choose one, if you would," he holds them out to J'landria.

She hesitates, as if she's afraid she's going to be shocked or something, but then reaches out and pulls a card from the deck.  She turns it over and looks at the image, rubbing it between her fingers, and even lifting it up to smell it.  She seems almost baffled, but she turns it around and around, looking at it from all sides.  It's almost as she seems like she's trying to solve some kind of puzzle.

Athellin looks at her choice, a small smile on his face.

The card depicts a white haired and bearded man, holding a great book and a staff, and an enigmatic look on his face.

"The wizard," Athellin explains as J'landria investigates the card.  "Represents magic, sorcery, and, likely more appropriate in this instance, uncertainty or possibly confusion.  Hopefully we are addressing some of that?" he smiles.

She nods to Athellin, still trying to understand what she holds.  Trying to figure out how it tells the future and how it makes magic.  She pulls from a pouch some of the herbs she uses and looks at them in her other hand then back to the card.

"This is just a focus," she says finally.  "Like the herbs and berries."  A rumbling purring sound rolls through her throat for a moment.  "Does the magic come from your God or Gods?"

"Yes," he nods, "Just a focus, perhaps."  He shakes his head and shrugs, both slightly.  "We Rahastrans truly have no gods, unless you consider Fate to be one.  Where the magic comes from, I know not.  It may be that my brother would know, he was always more in tune with the deeper mysteries than I."