Journey Home

[*witchinghour]

((The thread for Danae's urgent journey home, those who will be involved post here ! This will be for both preparations and the actual trip))

Danae the kelemvorite priestess, one of the cage's newest clueless has been hopelessly troubled in means to find a way passage home. Having tried looking for gate crashers or even info on any portal to the continent of Faerun, much less the plane of Toril, she found nothing, horrendously long term plans, or only people interested in an absurd amount of jink. Danae had almost begun to accept her fate of never seeeing her own home and beloved family once again.

Fortunately enough, a most peculiar man of the name Argent had struck a conversation by teleporting right beside her as she watched the ongoings of and auction block being set up by the fire pit. The two had chatted for a fairly long while with the occasional bidding in the auction. Argent had questioned how did this clueless come to be in sigil and Danae had spilled her plight onto the elf. The kelemvorite had been sent to cure wounded from an undead attack in a small village some miles south of the temple along with a fellow clergymen and dear friend the dwarf Galfrey. While on the journey the pair had made many times before, Danae had tripped on a rock and found her face planted on a scummy wall of a sigilian home. Danae explained further of her predicament on how difficult it was just to find info on a journey to her home plane. Argent had claimed that it was a bunch of slaad blek and offered to take her himself on his own spelljammer. No cost, only that a few companions would accompany should they wish. Danae jumped at the chance, quite possibly her only chance.

The only thing required was the exact location of course. Argent had pulled out a magical map of Toril from gods know where, or how he got it in the first place. Danae had picked out the smaller nation of Impiltur on the northern coast of the Sea of fallen stars from the map. Danae had pointed to a land clearing that was hugged closely by the Grey forest and the Earthfast Mountains, claiming that is where her home temple was located in.

With the exact location known to Argent, Danae felt more at ease. With more excitement than she has experienced in a long time, and with almost two full days and nights of nearly no sleep, Danae felt the crashing weight of sleep call to her. That slumber was the first she had that she was not harassed by the spirit at the foul old spirit inn.

[*Lucadia]

"Potential once again and venture away from Sigil calling to another." So the Silvanesti thought to himself.

The silver haired elf that goes by a multitude of names, personalities and professions was rather eager to jump at a chance to help somebody home. He knew what ache that could be when hes been dreaming about it for decades in his own lifetime and the many laments. Pushing that aside, excitement built up at the possiblity of leaving Sigil for several reasons.

Namely while offering her a trip back, a much needed vacation to clear his head. Hes been grounded for some time, the longest hes had in many years and the social interactions that still boggled his senses. Melethaknara, his living and sentient spelljammer was rather low on her own energy and was just as "excited" as far as you could tell from an entity that thought it was a forest.

They both been through recent ordeals that drained them both in health, and Argent still recovering.

Even better, several of his friends had expressed seeing the Tears of Selune and the local 'Jammer port for trade and the Captain of the Sirens Song, Dace of the Mercykillers and his crew was looking forward to getting away as well. What could possibly go wrong?

His evenings now consisting of gathering supplies and like minded folk to help a solemn Kelvormite find her way home while gathering his own energy. Now he just had get clearence and the Hall of Speakers.

Interrior of Melethkanara.
For those that venture inside the hybrid abode, its a mix of technology and a living bitopic biome. The air is a refreshing step into a greenhouse on a light spring breeze and the lights appear adjust themselves to comfortable level based on the residents. Trickle of water from the many supply pipes can be heard except in the sound proof cabins and much of the few living creatures bother no one. Between the bees and the butterflies, a hidden cat and even a few birds.

Looking to the ceiling, a visual star chart for navigation appears, showing who ever is driving the helm or the navigator the direction, speed, amount of estimated travel time with the Flow and other bits of information. To the forward control room merged with living space, the upper deck has a viewing window that looks out, catching what ever sigh Argent desires on will. Lights flicker across a dashboard and runes scroll across several pieces of magical equipment. Devices and maps litter the deck, along with the sprawing plants that seem gleeful to find purchase anyplace free.

[*Lucadia]

The ample time he had time to recover and done with business, the Silvanesti goes to speaking with several individuals about appointed time for departure and gives them estimate of three days for one way trip. He asks several questions about particular areas they was visiting on Toril.

Additional passenger he offered assistance to besides Danae was now a lovely celestial like woman of the Harnomium named Elly'drie and inquired where she like to be taken.

Theres several more he seeks to speak with as time grows short and would offer the inviduals a tour of the ship and offer of accommodations. Perhaps even a joke if needed, bring your own tent and go camping.

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Light bump for those that know they are going.

[*DigitalDragoon]

What a wondrous thing it was to find another of the faith in place as remote as the city of doors. Miss Danae seemed like such a nice young lady, Mysterious as she may be. It was rather unfortunate to hear she had been pulled from her home quite unexpectedly. He was to hear of the trip to help her return.

In honestly Quinn was terribly excited about being asked to come along and assist. It meant getting to visit a different temple and meet the people Miss Danae considered her family. Perhaps there would even be some much needed quiet. He looked forward to the journey and had spend the better part of the past week attempting to pack and organize his affairs for an extended absence.

[*Embersworn]

"This is it. The beginning of the beginning..."

Everything was prepared, but now Ellydrie felt doubt.

All she ever needed was a passage to the Prime Material realmsphere of Toril. This small crystal bubble floating somewhere in the Astral. One journey leading her straight there so she could memorize where it is. As ironic as it was, the Movanic host's ability to pass into the Material Plane wasn't of real use when you had no idea where exactly is the world of your destination.

Her service with the Harmonium was rendered void. Nothing of urgency held her in the Cage.
Thanks to the Silvanesti elf generous offer her search could finally begin. Everything she went through since her departure from Celestia faded into a closed prologue.


"I'm about to look after a mortal man who has no idea about my existence. Two decades too late. In a world filled with millions. Can I even find him? What I'm supposed to tell him? Is he even alive? Mortals are so fragile. What should I expect? What I'm trying to achieve? Why?"

[*Rainrix]

Rainrix has been thinking this over many times since he first heard of this trip, On one hand it's a chance to re-visit Toril since he left, but on the other hand...

In his inn room he looks over a map of the area they'd be heading to and frowns. The location they were headed to was far too close to Scardale for his liking, He never wanted to see that place again. The more he thought about it though, the more he decides that he should come along on the trip anyway. How often would he get a chance to travel in a spelljammer? Plus if there were any tasks that may come up that he would be suited for he wanted to help out his friends in any way possible.

He makes sure to get a general idea of the surrounding area and land, just in case he has to do more than visit the temple.

[*Neutral Zone]

The Vast, and Impiltur. It was exciting to visit new places, and Esther readily agreed to join Danae on a trip back to Toril. There were many places in the region that grabbed her interest, and she had never been that far east before, to the Sea of Fallen Stars. Maybe she could visit Lyrabar while they were there. It would also be a chance to finally visit a temple of the Lord of the Dead.

It was nice to have a friendly face to spend time with in the Cage. The least Esther could do is provide a little support when asked. Nobody had told her the trip would be via spelljammer, though. This would be an interesting journey...

[*Scintilla]

Despite the urgency in which Danae felt the need to return to Toril, it would soon become apparent that to arrange such a thing would take some time. True, it was deemed possible to slip through any number of the shifting portals to said prime that flickered to life sporadically throughout the City of Doors, yet lacking stability (and a means to return) would see it an act of the foolish... or the incredibly daring.

Thus the group had decided upon a voyage, and with voyage came the need for preparation. Provisions, mapped routes, dedicated supplies and needed communication between Captains Andor and Tsukito; or whichever of the Silvanesti's personalities would take the reins in coming cycles. The crew themselves, friends and familiar faces, likewise found themselves in the process of making final arrangements.

Departure was nearing, a mere tenday away, and all seemed to bode well for the Planeswalkers.

[*Scintilla]

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Toril Trip: Event Itinerary
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Ship 1 (Melethkanara): Danae, Argent, Quinn, Rainrix, Esther, Sharon.
Ship 2 (The Siren's Song): Dace, Sasha, Kelth, Lance, Ellydrie, Heist.

[Saturday 6th August]
Group Event - Melethkanara & The Siren's Song.
Disembark @ 16:00EST. Clerk's Ward.

[Sunday, 7th August]
Closed Event: Danae, Argent, Quinn, Rainrix, Esther, Sharon.
Danae's personal plot @ 16:00EST

[Monday 8th - Tuesday 9th]
Free RP & use of Event Areas.

[Wednesday 10th August]
Closed Event: Lance, Kelth.
Lance's personal plot @ TBA.

[Thursday 11th August]
Free RP/Return to Sigil.

[*Red the Rogue]

Despite having called Toril her home Prime for several decades, Sharon Raynsford rarely ever strayed far from the Sword Coast. Her time in the City of Doors brought her out of her comfort zone as she began to explore new, previously unknown places to fulfill her yearning for adventure.

Over several cycles, Sharon spoke to Danae and Argent about returning the friendly Kelemvorite back to her homeland in Impiltur. With recent events leaving the Illuskan sorceress overwhelmed with stress, and feeling a little homesick herself, Sharon decided to start packing up her bags and pouches with a few essentials for the trip and plenty of reading material. Besides, how could a Selunite pass up the offer to see the Tears of Selune from a new, more personal angle?

Sharon might have prepared a little later than comfortable, but she'd be damned if she were to miss the opportunity to ride in a Spelljammer.