OOC: I'm not expecting any roleplay on this post -- it's just getting you all to the starting point, so don't feel like you have to reply here. Consider it the open cut scene.
Klevan
Klevan's time at Tobias and Sons Exocita Imporium and Daredevil Acrobat Carnival has come to an end. In his heart of hearts, Kleven knew it to be true, despite any attachment he held to the place he'd called home since childhood. There simply no new stories to discover, only new audiences. And even that was running thin, with this, the seventh circuit around Tal'dorei.
And so it was that he found himself in Emon, at the famous skyport, waiting for the ship which would take him westward to the continent of Wildemount -- to the lands which still bore the scars of the Calamity. Of particular interest to Klevan was the story of the
Arbor Exemplar -- a single magnificent tree rumoured to exist in the Barbed Lands.
The
Moon Chaser was a gorgeous ship, all warm wood and pale sail, and the thrum of the brumestones at the bow and stern, were nearly powerful enough to make his bones ache. Gold filigree in a distinctly elven pattern adorned the skyship's hull. The captain, a tabaxi dressed in a flamboyant style which would not have been out of place in the circus, stood at the bow, looking over the horizon as the last of the cargo was loaded. Nearby, the first mate stood at the bottom of the gangplank, checking passenger tickets.
The passengers themselves were a mixed lot. There were the usual business types, many of whom hovered over their individual cargo like mother birds protecting a fledging, to the vast an obvious annoyance of the crew. There was little the merchants could do about it, as the cargo was hauled up in a n=huge net by way of crane, and lowered somewhere in the hold. The ship would dip slightly with the increased weight, and the brumestones would shine a little brighter, and the shift would rise to the appropriate level once more.
There were a couple of other passengers who didn't fit the merchant mold, equipped for adventure as they were. Klevan marked them for watching; storied tended to happen around these people. The first was a young woman in gleaming chainmail and a blue surcoat with the emblem of the Platinum Dragon emblazoned on the front. A massive great sword hung over one shoulder, and her face tugged at Klevan's memory. [
Private to Sir Klaven Bobcat Ellis: Up to you whether you want to recognise Hannah's face from your childhood adventures in her manor house.]
Hannah
Hannah had worried about wearing the chainmail for this part of the trip. The armour was heavy, and she worried about the message it would send to her fellow travelers, like she was expecting trouble. But as she stood on the platform at Emon's skyport, she was grateful for the warmth -- it probably came more from the padded waistcoat she wore beneath the chain, but the wind was strong and cold up here and would be stronger and colder still as they rose into the sky. She had worried about the cost of the trip at first, but Speaker Tassarion at
Honour's Rest had assured her the matter was taken care of. The funds for the voyage would be covered by the temple's coffers.
She hadn't been given a specific destination to start her quest, but the temple had not raised any objections to sending her to Wildemount. The worship of the Betrayer Gods was rumoured to be strong far to the east, and Bahamut's message could do much good in those troubled lands.
~*~*~*~
The last of the cargo loaded, the door to the hold were closed and the crane returned to its resting position. The captain checked a timepiece in his pocket, and gave a shrill whistle. The first mate straightened from checking yet another ticket and called out,
"All aboard! Last call! All aboard!"
Stepping on the gangplank and then the deck of the ship, the thrum of power in the brumestones could be felt in the legs and spine as a quiet vibration. Within moments, this awareness faded into the background as a simple constant. The gangplank was withdrawn, and the ship shoved away from the mooring posts with long poles by the crew. As soon as the ship was clear, the brumestones gave a deep vibrating hum, and the ship began to rise slowly. At some point the wings -- great white sails attached to the side of the ship, unfurled, and the ship began to pick up speed as it caught more wind.
"Welcome aboard the Moon Chaser," a throaty feline voice called from the upper deck.
"I'm your captain, and my name is Cloudrunner." The captain stood barefoot on the railing between the upper deck and the lower.
"We're three days' travel from Whitestone, and then four more to Wildemount and our destination of Port Damali. I'll ask ye to stow ye're belonging securely in ye're cabins, and then ye're free to move about the ship as ye wish. The crew all have their jobs to to do, so be don't be disturbin' them any. If we hit a patch o' bad wind or rain, I'd ask ye to stay inside. We don' need to be losin' no more passengers over the side." Her speech apparently done, the captain leapt down over the railing and disappeared into her own quarters.
~*~*~*~
The voyage to Whitestone was uneventful. Clear skies which grew progressively colder as the ship traveled north and west. Occasionally snowcapped mountains could be seen through gaps in the cloud cover beneath them, and on the third day, the rustic city of Whitestone could be seen in the distance.
Humu
The particular spell component Humu needed could not be found anywhere in Westruun. It seemed it could be found anywhere on Tal'dorei. He'd asked nearly every merchant he could find, great or small, from the local shopkeeps at Gilmore's, down to every wagon-pushing street merchant he could find. No one seemed to carry Vermaloc bark anywhere. Vermaloc wood, sure -- carved and fashioned into furniture or knick-knacks at various sizes -- and all exceedingly expensive, but not Vermaloc bark. It seemed the only way for him to get some would be to travel to Xhorhas -- on the eastern side of Wildemount -- and carve it from the tree himself!
The trip to Whitestone was Westruun took almost nine days in the saddle, following the Parchwood Way to Turst Fields, where half the caravan split to head west to Drynna while the remainder headed north along what once had been the Alabaster Trail, but was now the Silvercut Roadway. The trip wasn't entirely without incident, but nothing more serious than a broken axle or a wheel stuck in a rut.
Whitestone's skyport was situated in the southern ward, which had been built to accommodate the growing population to Whitestone, some of whom were refugees from Emon that had never returned. Built almost entirely from the white stone that gave the city its name, the spire gleamed in the sunset, almost detracting from the absolute glory of the Sun Tree, visible in the distance.
As the caravan arrived, Humu eased gratefully out of the saddle, glad to see the back of that part of the journey, and ascended the stairs to the skydock. The cargo from the caravan intended for the Menagerie coast was lifted to the skydock by way of crane, then ported to another area of the dock where a second, smaller crane would load the cargo onto the waiting Skyship, named the
Moon Chaser. The ship already had passengers who lined both edges of the deck, looking out over the city of Whitestone and watching the new arrivals.
There were not many departures, and the first mate, a human by the name of Anrod Baldric, greeted him at the bottom of the gangplank.
"Ticket and destination, please," he said without looking up as Humu approached.
"Port Damali," the kenku replied in his teacher's voice, and handed for the ticket. Alrod blinked at the voice, then nodded in comprehension as he saw for the first time who he was dealing with.
"Very good, sir. Welcome aboard the Moon Chaser," he said as he stepped aside. Humu headed up the gangplank, shifting his pack as he ascended.
~*~*~*~
The trip to Port Damali was peaceful. By day the birds swooped around the ship, sometimes come for a rest on the railings or the sails, other times following in the wake of the skyship, taking advantage of the slipstream it created. Twice it rained heavily and the captain confined everyone but the crew to their quarters for the duration. On the morning of the fourth day, the seaside city of Port Damali appeared down to the east, sparkling like a jewel against the backdrop of mountains, lakes, and the verdant woodlands. Hundreds of seafaring vessels of different sizes dotted the bay beneath them as they approached, and the ship docked at the skyport with ease.
The skyport at Port Damali was clearly older than the one at Emon and Whitestone. The timber was old, but highly polish to a warm gleam. Reflecting the different climate of the Menagerie Coast, this skyport was covered with a golden sailcloth, which gave shelter from the sun, and funneled the wind through the passageway to combat the humidity of the region.
Stairs led down to the docks along the Larboard Light district, where the passengers were able to secure transport further south to Nicodranas aboard a fast clipper called
The Demandelion.
The first stop on the journey south was at Feolinn, where a few passengers got off, and one more joined.
Shera
Shera stood in the dockside district, waiting for her ship to come in. Behind her, she could hear the cries of hawkers for the restaurant district on Suamalie Way, which stretched out along the shoreline to give diners the best view of the water. She already missed her shop -- she thought of it as hers, despite the fact that it was her father's still. It was hard not to think of the shop as home, given how much of her life had been spent with its walls. It was the smell she missed most; the scents out here were all wrong.
She clutched her book tighter as she saw the ship coming in.
The Demandelion was to take her away from here. To places unknown and people unmet. To flora and fauna unseen, and which properties she might use to make something new. That had been her father's command as he banished her.
"Go. You've spent too much time here, and learned but not yet lived. Go. Improve your craft and return when you have something to contribute yourself."
[
Secret to Shera Draxalia: ::Harsh, but true:: whispered a voice in her mind. ::You cannot fulfil your bargain to me stuck in your shop.::]
After some consideration, Shera had decided to look in the Vermaloc Wildwood in the east of Xhorhas. Much had been done with its wood, but she was interested in its leaves -- in a grey and desiccated wildland, there had to be some reason that it's leaves remained colourful and vibrant.
Shera watched as the clipper slowed as it came into port, and boarded the ship as soon as she was able.
~*~*~*~
The four-day trip from Feolinn to Nicodranas was indeed fast, but this turned out to be for the better, as twice they found themselves chased by pirate vessels.
The Demandelion was easily able to outrun the larger ships, who had to remain further out in open water.
It made a brief stop in Port Zoon, and then sped onwards further south. Rain sprang up almost every day, but lasted only for an hour or so each time.
The fourth day dawned clear and sunny, and saw
The Demandelion cruising in to Nicodranas, the southernmost port of the Menagerie Coast.
The clipper docked at one of the smaller docks on the Restless Wharf, a busy dockyard that seemed to be filled with elements of cheap entertainment. Warehouses, small huts, buildings and cranes were tightly packed in along the wharf, and the cries of seagull and other birds filled the early morning air. A dockmaster approached the ship as she came in and started talking with the captain, who handed over a manifest of passenger names.
An hour's walk through the town saw the group at the northern gates of Nicodranas, where a team of wagons and carts waited to set for north, through the Wuyun Gate. The mountains on either side made a great choke point on the passage north into the Dwendalian Empire.
The caravan was stopped and searched by a group of heavily armour soldiers, but allowed to pass with only a short delay.
From the gates it was a five day journey north up the Amber Road to the city of Alfield, then another four days to Felderwin, and then a week to the fortress at Ashguard Garrison, to pass through the Ashkeeper Peaks into Xhorhas. There were many questions from armed guards at the garrison, seeking spies from the Kryn Dynasty, but ultimately the party was allowed through.
Three days down the road saw the party to the city of Asarius, the City of Beasts, with it's white spires reaching from the ground like the rib cage of some long-forgotten primordial being. The caravan ended its trip here, and the party overnighted in Asarius. The next day the four adventurers set out overland, coming upon the Veramloc Wildwood over the course of next four days.
After sunset and moonrise of the fourth day, a storm blew in from the east. Wet and bedraggled, the group stumbled into a logging camp.
[
Private to Hannah Demsersk; HuMu Ninn; Shera Draxalia; Sir Klaven Bobcat Ellis: At this point, it would unreasonable to suggest that you don't know each other at least passingly well. Maybe not each other's capabilities, but enough to have learned. It's up to you to determine whether you divulge anything your character considers secret, like Shera's magic, but you've been together long enough to learn that Hannah's a warrior for Bahamut, Humu's a student of the arcane, Klevan's a gifted storyteller, and Shera's an alchemist. Anything else you want to have disclosed to the group?]
Links and images:
The view approaching Nicodranas:
https://static.wikia.nocookie....00?cb=20200707045814
Wuyun Gates:
https://static.wikia.nocookie....00?cb=20200410223500
Asarius:
https://static.wikia.nocookie....00?cb=20200317193419