[Silver haired elf has recently been treking back and forth between his spelljammer and his much needed errands he had run, packing other supplies and requests. At one point across from the Highness he been seen standing on top of the hull and the very small deck, doing various work, rewarding several elemental protections, checking for parasites, re-attuning the stabalizers, charging. Course one the most important things he been working on is one power capacitor he been working on replacing with a psi crystal that was giving him trouble.]
He put in at the Hall of Speakers with one secretaries to let know he was taking leave and imagine he back when he was needed.
Journey Home
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*Rainrix
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Rainrix finishes off his final preparations, checking through his gold coins to make sure nothing looked too out of place on Toril, modifying his weaponry and other equipment so it doesn't look to unusual, and building an iron golem to accompany them as a valorhammer might look a little too out of place. After some talking with friends he had also finally figured out some personal goals whilst he's on Toril. He handed a letter in to the foundry stating that he will be unavailable for a short while. Finally he was ready for the journey...
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*Lucadia
- Posts: 450
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Things not according to plan.
It was not long after leaving the Astral that just something wormed its way into another day of his life that only led to more melancholy for rest of the evening.
The tale sign of a rat-pata-pat as a standard distress signal from downed vessel crying out through the voice silent as snow. Even so, he picked it up.
After communications established, Melethkanara, The Sirens' Song and Vanguard got closer to investigate from a safe distance to determine what caught there sensors.
Githyanki vessel sat among its own wreckage, having sustained heavy damage from a fight or internal problems. Little else could be determined without risk.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The occupants of his own vessel divulged into their own round about problems of morality. Half that wanted to check for survivors. The other half to leave well enough alone.
Argent clinged to the force screen for the moment, seeking out with his own senses for life and he caught on to the one lifeline whimpering in the dark. Despite his attempts of persuasion, the two Kelvormites drew the line where one could risk their lives for the unknown. They slept the other two civilians, leaving the Pilot just staring at them. Wordless and tacit, keeping his own thoughts to himself, he quickly turned his ship around to sped the other way. The other two convoys had left prior, thinking there was nothing on-board worth saving.
Truth of it is, he boiled in brooding, his thoughts whirling in the more depressing things. He knows what its like to be stranded. He could imagine what its like to be alone, injured and waiting for help. Perhaps, as he told the elder mage on board, we all die alone. At least there the waiting ends.
Perhaps things would be better by the morning for shift change. He sunk into his role of navigating the ship, losing his senses into the hybridization, temporary letting his own identity drift among the stars and reflect upon what just happened.
For once, he was not allowed to change his world how he viewed it.
It was not long after leaving the Astral that just something wormed its way into another day of his life that only led to more melancholy for rest of the evening.
The tale sign of a rat-pata-pat as a standard distress signal from downed vessel crying out through the voice silent as snow. Even so, he picked it up.
After communications established, Melethkanara, The Sirens' Song and Vanguard got closer to investigate from a safe distance to determine what caught there sensors.
Githyanki vessel sat among its own wreckage, having sustained heavy damage from a fight or internal problems. Little else could be determined without risk.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The occupants of his own vessel divulged into their own round about problems of morality. Half that wanted to check for survivors. The other half to leave well enough alone.
Argent clinged to the force screen for the moment, seeking out with his own senses for life and he caught on to the one lifeline whimpering in the dark. Despite his attempts of persuasion, the two Kelvormites drew the line where one could risk their lives for the unknown. They slept the other two civilians, leaving the Pilot just staring at them. Wordless and tacit, keeping his own thoughts to himself, he quickly turned his ship around to sped the other way. The other two convoys had left prior, thinking there was nothing on-board worth saving.
Truth of it is, he boiled in brooding, his thoughts whirling in the more depressing things. He knows what its like to be stranded. He could imagine what its like to be alone, injured and waiting for help. Perhaps, as he told the elder mage on board, we all die alone. At least there the waiting ends.
Perhaps things would be better by the morning for shift change. He sunk into his role of navigating the ship, losing his senses into the hybridization, temporary letting his own identity drift among the stars and reflect upon what just happened.
For once, he was not allowed to change his world how he viewed it.
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*Serena
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- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Just a little setback, nothing more.
Of course he was expecting to find some along the way, and he had been amazed they had managed to avoid being pointlessly delayed by a wrecked ship in the midst of the Astral sea, a lump of metal that might or might not still host survivors.
He had been even more amazed the crew on the Melethkanara had decided to follow their same route of action instead of jumping on board of the Githyanki vessel, as he half expected Argent to.
He could only imagine it was the old Kelemvorite doing, although, having no idea about the other persons on board of the elven ship, he really couldn't say what the general opinion on the matter was.
Not that he cared.
On the Siren, though, they all had agreed: there was no need to waste time or energies on the issue, but most importantly, there was no need to go and look for unnecessary troubles, given their priorities.
Of course, he could tell the Celestial woman was probably not happy with the decision, but she was smart enough to not make a fuss out of it, and he appreciated it.
Half an hour more, and they had caught up with the original route and back to their business aboard of the ship as it headed toward its destination.
By now he suspected Sasha found rather entertaining ordering him around, but he really didn't mind it, and he apparently decided to settle himself in the kitchen, checking on the supplies, reordering things according to his own liking and needs, and indulging the blinking dog pup with food from time to time as he worked on preparing the dinner.
At some point they were going to need to eat, and he'd rather be the one doing the cooking.
Of course he was expecting to find some along the way, and he had been amazed they had managed to avoid being pointlessly delayed by a wrecked ship in the midst of the Astral sea, a lump of metal that might or might not still host survivors.
He had been even more amazed the crew on the Melethkanara had decided to follow their same route of action instead of jumping on board of the Githyanki vessel, as he half expected Argent to.
He could only imagine it was the old Kelemvorite doing, although, having no idea about the other persons on board of the elven ship, he really couldn't say what the general opinion on the matter was.
Not that he cared.
On the Siren, though, they all had agreed: there was no need to waste time or energies on the issue, but most importantly, there was no need to go and look for unnecessary troubles, given their priorities.
Of course, he could tell the Celestial woman was probably not happy with the decision, but she was smart enough to not make a fuss out of it, and he appreciated it.
Half an hour more, and they had caught up with the original route and back to their business aboard of the ship as it headed toward its destination.
By now he suspected Sasha found rather entertaining ordering him around, but he really didn't mind it, and he apparently decided to settle himself in the kitchen, checking on the supplies, reordering things according to his own liking and needs, and indulging the blinking dog pup with food from time to time as he worked on preparing the dinner.
At some point they were going to need to eat, and he'd rather be the one doing the cooking.
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*Rainrix
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- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
The last day.
This whole vacation had been a bit of a pain for Rainrix, from not wanting to be near Scardale and Sembia, the disaster of dealing with the wrecked jammer that had led to him and another planeswalker being put to sleep 'for their own safety' and led to him feeling rather angry, To Danae's problems which he had tried to help with.
He had spent most of his time in the library or the records office in Lyrabar collecting information, or near the beach camp reading piles of books he had withdrawn from the library, and had barely slept since his arrival on Toril. Making sure all his findings that are written down are each individually sealed after he had finished writing them. Personal information and various pieces of history for a friend. He had even managed to get some information from outside of Lyrabar... After much talking with the local librarian and some haggling. But there was one more thing he needed to do on Toril before he left and headed back to Sigil.
A little while earlier he had successfully learned how to use a teleportation circle. Now he would attempt to do a greater teleportation instead... Should be easier he thought to himself, just a case of teleporting there and then another teleportation back. He looked down at his maps one more time before casting. The news he heard stated that Myth Drannor had been reclaimed from the demons holding it a few years ago... There's still a chance he could find records there in a library or a temple of Sune, or potentially even better finds. With that he vanished from the camp near the jammers for the next few hours...
This whole vacation had been a bit of a pain for Rainrix, from not wanting to be near Scardale and Sembia, the disaster of dealing with the wrecked jammer that had led to him and another planeswalker being put to sleep 'for their own safety' and led to him feeling rather angry, To Danae's problems which he had tried to help with.
He had spent most of his time in the library or the records office in Lyrabar collecting information, or near the beach camp reading piles of books he had withdrawn from the library, and had barely slept since his arrival on Toril. Making sure all his findings that are written down are each individually sealed after he had finished writing them. Personal information and various pieces of history for a friend. He had even managed to get some information from outside of Lyrabar... After much talking with the local librarian and some haggling. But there was one more thing he needed to do on Toril before he left and headed back to Sigil.
A little while earlier he had successfully learned how to use a teleportation circle. Now he would attempt to do a greater teleportation instead... Should be easier he thought to himself, just a case of teleporting there and then another teleportation back. He looked down at his maps one more time before casting. The news he heard stated that Myth Drannor had been reclaimed from the demons holding it a few years ago... There's still a chance he could find records there in a library or a temple of Sune, or potentially even better finds. With that he vanished from the camp near the jammers for the next few hours...
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*Red the Rogue
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
"What a tragedy this trip has become."
Sharon's fishing line was cast out into the water as she sat down on the pier. The moonlight from Toril's moon, Selûne, illuminating her and the surrounding land. Her hands held on loosely to the fishing pole as her eyes scanned the horizon, her mind trying to sort out the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions going through her.
She remembered vividly about the trip to the temple, the hanging, undead dwarf inside, then to Danae's adopted, now-turned father who was felled by the half-elf's own hands. Hood drawn up, she clenched her jaw to hide the kindling anger in her mind. Though her opinion on this particular deity leaned negatively, the clergy didn't deserve this. Just who was responsible for all of this?
Sharon didn't know, the locals in Lyrabar didn't seem to know, but learning the fate of the three followers of Kelemvor became a priority.
Thanks to a return visit with Argent to the temple of Kelemvor and a somewhat heated conversation with Danae (for not informing her of their trip until after, which she regrets), they managed to scry out Lina, one of the three Kelemvorites that were missing. Lost in the caves of the mountains, the old woman continued to flee from an unseen pursuer. Thanks to Argent and Rainrix, they managed to gather enough detail to teleport to her and return with the old woman.
Well, at least things were looking up finally.
Though the final day in Impiltur was drawing close, there were still two fates unknown. Sharon couldn't imagine herself just leaving the matter alone. While the others were getting ready to leave, she debated whether she was more needed here to investigate, or with the others on the return trip.
Sharon let out a sigh, dismissing the thoughts for now. They'll figure out what to do come morning. For now, she raised a hand to the silver wolf pendant dangling from her neck as her lips parted, murmuring the lyrics to Odette's song from the previous night. Her mind returned to the longing thoughts of peace and the serenity of the moonlit night.
“I've followed this path so long..”
Sharon's fishing line was cast out into the water as she sat down on the pier. The moonlight from Toril's moon, Selûne, illuminating her and the surrounding land. Her hands held on loosely to the fishing pole as her eyes scanned the horizon, her mind trying to sort out the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions going through her.
She remembered vividly about the trip to the temple, the hanging, undead dwarf inside, then to Danae's adopted, now-turned father who was felled by the half-elf's own hands. Hood drawn up, she clenched her jaw to hide the kindling anger in her mind. Though her opinion on this particular deity leaned negatively, the clergy didn't deserve this. Just who was responsible for all of this?
Sharon didn't know, the locals in Lyrabar didn't seem to know, but learning the fate of the three followers of Kelemvor became a priority.
Thanks to a return visit with Argent to the temple of Kelemvor and a somewhat heated conversation with Danae (for not informing her of their trip until after, which she regrets), they managed to scry out Lina, one of the three Kelemvorites that were missing. Lost in the caves of the mountains, the old woman continued to flee from an unseen pursuer. Thanks to Argent and Rainrix, they managed to gather enough detail to teleport to her and return with the old woman.
Well, at least things were looking up finally.
Though the final day in Impiltur was drawing close, there were still two fates unknown. Sharon couldn't imagine herself just leaving the matter alone. While the others were getting ready to leave, she debated whether she was more needed here to investigate, or with the others on the return trip.
Sharon let out a sigh, dismissing the thoughts for now. They'll figure out what to do come morning. For now, she raised a hand to the silver wolf pendant dangling from her neck as her lips parted, murmuring the lyrics to Odette's song from the previous night. Her mind returned to the longing thoughts of peace and the serenity of the moonlit night.
“I've followed this path so long..”
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*Lucadia
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- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
((reply to this as needed when appropriate ))
He make sure he told the others as part of his plans with some his detours. As promised those of his crew and himself would stop by Dragons' Rock in the Tears of Selune.
The elf happily pointed out the spelljammer crews that patrolled Realm Space, with notable names such as the Royal Eagle, a standard Hammership, Captained by Althain Truesilver of Royal Navy of Cormyr. He indicated most the space fleets held their position with great care in protecting Toril from outside sources, the Neogi and other space raiders and pirates.
Other notable was IEN or Imperial Elven Navy in several divisions. One was personal starwing crews that protected Evermeet. Second was guardians in Realm Space with crew of over fifteen hundred under Adrimial Icarus. He spewed a details that not only was they defenders of the airways but acted as ambassador for the Elven nations here along with the trade routes. Tales of the particular elven captain paint him as being colorful at least and rather down to earth, not showing much disdain for other races. His views trickle down with the rest of the crew.
Course Argent then mentions once again hes technically part of the bigger fleet of the IEN that patrols all of Wildspace where possible and can act as a privateer in defense of other primes if he so choose.
((possibly he gone iinto further details for any folk that was more interested or expressed it while he was flying the ship))
[Selune and the Tears]
He gave a small introductory as they swirled around the trail of asteroids to some the named places and the tales they hold.
One famed for being the Cage that supposedly housed some lost spelljammer that never been found.
Castle as it so called been named was beautiful structure with spires that rose stories up into the night sky, but was particularly dangerous to even land on. While he could give close up view, he pointed out the only inhabited things was strangely brown puddings and ravens. Said maybe one day he will investigate why ravens are even trapped here.
He made a wide swath around the current rotation to avoid some rocks he claimed was one a beholder colony thats never been breached and Neogi slaver trade pit. Nasty work of space faring species that attacked about anyone.
Dragons Rock' was the largest tear from the moon. He sets out a book , saying the history of the place was in here, but one those things better to explore and set out then sitting down to read. Only that he was aware that dragonkin had built a cannon and shot it as Selune by accident in attempts to blast the King Killer out the sky.
He only paid a few silver pieces to dock his ship and did not seem even mildly worried walking away, motioning them around.
He mentioned about taking them to the only "natural" pool of water that counted at the resevoir lake, talking about the flood control gate actually being portal to the plane of water that dont allow creatures to come through. As he was interested at standing on the rim, not so far from Selune reflecting the bright light and looking down on Toril.
Course other points of interest for his companions, he mentioned about there was several mage guilds dedicated to research and new spells. Guilds of any sort that easily matched up with Sigils factions. That asteroid was hub with a great deal of laws for dealing with the thousands of occupants of any race and also home for the Elven Embassy stated to train and house any elf or elven blooded person long as not drow descent just by asking.
At one point he mentioned the Golden Market where one could buy and trade anything for around one tenth the prices of anywhere else, so if you was looking for materials, this was a great place to inquire. [Argent done some ordering of a few things including star metal himself while there for future project].
He would showed the most popular temples on the Rock, most of them being Torlian faiths such as Torm and Ptah bout blantly avoided the Temple of Death that housed all the death clergy and refused even look that direction.
For the more intellectual kind among the crew, the Library of the Seekers Guild was unique in its own right. They collected information from all sources around Toril and anything that happen come by the library by way of travelers. Considering its a popular stop for all manner of species and spelljammers, adventures, seekers, lore keepers and everyone else would stop with all types of questions before leaving again.
((if any pc asks a question do let me know)).
He make sure he told the others as part of his plans with some his detours. As promised those of his crew and himself would stop by Dragons' Rock in the Tears of Selune.
The elf happily pointed out the spelljammer crews that patrolled Realm Space, with notable names such as the Royal Eagle, a standard Hammership, Captained by Althain Truesilver of Royal Navy of Cormyr. He indicated most the space fleets held their position with great care in protecting Toril from outside sources, the Neogi and other space raiders and pirates.
Other notable was IEN or Imperial Elven Navy in several divisions. One was personal starwing crews that protected Evermeet. Second was guardians in Realm Space with crew of over fifteen hundred under Adrimial Icarus. He spewed a details that not only was they defenders of the airways but acted as ambassador for the Elven nations here along with the trade routes. Tales of the particular elven captain paint him as being colorful at least and rather down to earth, not showing much disdain for other races. His views trickle down with the rest of the crew.
Course Argent then mentions once again hes technically part of the bigger fleet of the IEN that patrols all of Wildspace where possible and can act as a privateer in defense of other primes if he so choose.
((possibly he gone iinto further details for any folk that was more interested or expressed it while he was flying the ship))
[Selune and the Tears]
He gave a small introductory as they swirled around the trail of asteroids to some the named places and the tales they hold.
One famed for being the Cage that supposedly housed some lost spelljammer that never been found.
Castle as it so called been named was beautiful structure with spires that rose stories up into the night sky, but was particularly dangerous to even land on. While he could give close up view, he pointed out the only inhabited things was strangely brown puddings and ravens. Said maybe one day he will investigate why ravens are even trapped here.
He made a wide swath around the current rotation to avoid some rocks he claimed was one a beholder colony thats never been breached and Neogi slaver trade pit. Nasty work of space faring species that attacked about anyone.
Dragons Rock' was the largest tear from the moon. He sets out a book , saying the history of the place was in here, but one those things better to explore and set out then sitting down to read. Only that he was aware that dragonkin had built a cannon and shot it as Selune by accident in attempts to blast the King Killer out the sky.
He only paid a few silver pieces to dock his ship and did not seem even mildly worried walking away, motioning them around.
He mentioned about taking them to the only "natural" pool of water that counted at the resevoir lake, talking about the flood control gate actually being portal to the plane of water that dont allow creatures to come through. As he was interested at standing on the rim, not so far from Selune reflecting the bright light and looking down on Toril.
Course other points of interest for his companions, he mentioned about there was several mage guilds dedicated to research and new spells. Guilds of any sort that easily matched up with Sigils factions. That asteroid was hub with a great deal of laws for dealing with the thousands of occupants of any race and also home for the Elven Embassy stated to train and house any elf or elven blooded person long as not drow descent just by asking.
At one point he mentioned the Golden Market where one could buy and trade anything for around one tenth the prices of anywhere else, so if you was looking for materials, this was a great place to inquire. [Argent done some ordering of a few things including star metal himself while there for future project].
He would showed the most popular temples on the Rock, most of them being Torlian faiths such as Torm and Ptah bout blantly avoided the Temple of Death that housed all the death clergy and refused even look that direction.
For the more intellectual kind among the crew, the Library of the Seekers Guild was unique in its own right. They collected information from all sources around Toril and anything that happen come by the library by way of travelers. Considering its a popular stop for all manner of species and spelljammers, adventures, seekers, lore keepers and everyone else would stop with all types of questions before leaving again.
((if any pc asks a question do let me know)).