The Chaos Storm is a few days in the past, now.  It scattered shipping as captains took off in every direction to evade it, but things are getting back on track, and ships are coming back.

Most do not bother stopping at Deluzion Break.  But one does, a large galleon from the colony of Leidum, and it has a passenger or two to drop off, new immigrants who have arrived under similar terms as those already here.  Identical terms, really, but a little late.

Qui-Lin sat sipping her tea, deep in thought.  She seemed distant and troubled, but mostly contemplated her tea until anyone drew near enough to speak to.

Alison liked this place already. They seemed to have knowledge of both trade and defense, building their keep high atop a sheer cliff face and the dock far below. She stood at the rails, eager to depart the ship and egress to this new world. She fancied herself on the cusp of her fortune. The smile on her lips was friendly and her face innocent looking. If not for the uniform and rank one might think her a fresh faced girl...they might think that anyway. The rapier dangling at her hip might have other things to say about that.

From within one of the water barrels along the port rail, the water poked its head up, the "head" turning side to side before pulling itself out, and thumping silently over to the tall railing.  The small shape knelt, hands upraised overhead to carry Atlas' burden, and turned a blue-white as it froze into place.

A second, larger figure, again pulled itself from the water, repeating the wary scout watching, and double-timed over to the first, again kneeling to support a great weight, again turning the blue-white of pure ice.

A large nose and bald head emerged from between a load of specialty rock being shipped to the mountain region - likely heading farther onwards in destination.  The gnome's eyes looked about suspiciously, but when nothing appeared to run over and devour him whole, softened, and matched a smile upon his face.  He stepped upon the ice sculpture, rising upon their supporting hands on an improvised staircase to have a better vantage point from the railing, and quite pleased at the crafting.

Dull, overlapping grey scales protected his form, and his clothes for travel were likewise muted.  A backpack and belt pouch appeared to contain his worldly items, and a pair of symbols hung from his neck, and upon the wood and metal shield at his side.  A hammer was well-secured upon his backpack, perhaps to not lose over the edge of the ship during travel, but it did not appear much used.

Despite the time of travel aboard the vessel, the four-foot traveller seemed astounded still at the ship's movement and its passage through the sky - the view of rising ground almost academic.

"Thank you for the assistance.

"Oh, how marvelous.  A shame we never had opportunity to see more.  Perhaps on another trip," he commented to himself absent-mindedly in the common tongue.

Alison took a sidelong glance at the Gnome but held her tongue. No need to interfer with the little man if it was unnecessary. He seemed well armed for the continent ahead of them all.

Qui-Lin glanced up from her tea to regard the two newcomers.  They must have arrived on a fresh ship, just as she had... it seemed longer than a week ago. Her dark eyes brightened for a moment, a hint of a smile on her full lips.  She brushed a lock of her hair out of her eyes without dragging the sleeve of her fanciful robe through her tea... just.

She was a slim, lithe young woman of small stature. She carried a quarterstaff and wore a sheathed shortsword on her back.



Looking to Alison - who seemed the friendlier of the two - she asked, "Just arrived?"

Atraxus stares out of the window at the newly arrived vessel. The large Half-Orc has a pensive look on his face. As the new arrivals appear, he gives them a curt nod.

"Well met," he says. "My name is Atraxus. I take it you just landed?"

The gnome slunk back at being greeted, caution clear upon his feature -was this a shakedown of new folk?  'Amazing deals' to rook new folk?

But no, this seemed as it was - a pleasant greeting to new people.  Truly this land was so amazingly lit with kindness in addition to amazing efforts with magic. They were almost gnomish in the combination!

He brightened noticeably, smiled widely, and nodded to the two folk at the window.

"Greeting Atraxus, and well met to you as well.  Greetings <sniff,sniff> lady of ... tea?  Indeed.  A most interesting journey to these Southlands, and most surprisingly mannerly.  So much more orderly than I had heard."

Daladain settled into life at the guesthouse. It was a strange place, but seemed to work. He enjoyed watching the fairies going about their business and chatting amiably to the other guests.

As the days passed he practised his magic tricks. He didn't know if this strange place was helping but he found them a bit easier than before, and new tricks he had tried now seemed to work. He looked forward to an opportunity to try them out. He also perused the strange maps and documents he had found upon the airship, trying to make sense of the nonsensical. If any of his companions wished to study them he would happily let them take a look.

And then there were newcomers. He sipped gently at his tea as he watched them arrive, wondering if his face had been the same just a few short days ago. As they approached he greeted them warmly. "Good day to you, I am Daladain."
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Leysa sat nearby silently contemplating all she had learned recently. Her long, green-scaled neck turned gracefully to point her ear-holes toward the conversations, but he eyes remained sealed. She had found she missed Mary and Tamara of late more and more. These newcomers and strangers were... disquieting to her and she chose to ignore them. Mostly. She'd wait for Robyn of Lysander to show up rather than make new acquaintances. Besides, the halfling and bard were better at those sort of things anyhow.

Why so glum, my reptilian chum, there are worse thing you could lose,
than a couple of freinds, who in the end, were free their path to choose.
Just remember that we, the remaining three, have choices yet to make,
And in the end, we'll make new friends, and venture to see what's at stake.
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There was a beautifully dressed woman, obviously foreign to Alison, spoke to her. Alison is polite but non-verbose in her response. "Yes, I travel here."

Atraxus winces at Abadon's use of the word "ordered."

"You might not be so quick to say that had you arrived a bit earlier," the Half-Orc says. "We had a rather unusual rescue mission due to something called a 'chaos storm.' An airship crashed into the cliffs, carrying captives from the Plane of Chaos. We righted the ship, and one of the captives helped most of them return. Some stayed. The one I'm most concerned about, though...I'm not sure what happened to it. The only captive that spoke to us seemed worried about it, though."