So even more of an idiot than I feared, Lera’s voice appeared in Woe’s head. Think twice next time before you cross me. Lera followed the rest of the Scarlet Dawn out of the tavern, her fists still clenched.
As the group is hurrying out the door, Zamar says to both Woe and Lera, “This discussion is not over. There is much I do not agree with on both sides here. We must come to an accord and do it amicably.” At this he looks pointedly at Lera. “After these events, the only people I truly trust are the members of our band. If we cannot get along, then we are best going our separate ways, lest our dissension be our undoing.”
So even more of an idiot than I feared, Lera’s voice appeared in Woe’s head. Think twice next time before you cross me. Lera followed the rest of the Scarlet Dawn out of the tavern, her fists still clenched.
You haven't seen anything yet, child. Better watch your own actions, you have just brought doom on your father, Polly and yourself, not to speak of all the others.
"Really Woe? The safest? Why isn't Mr. Whistler here then? You know how he feels about Polly, he'd teleport halfway across the world for her. So who's waiting for her on the other side? I can tell you, a man who undoubtedly sees Polly as pawn in a giant game of dragonchess!" Singe leans over the sea captain, checking his pulse, there's none, "He's dead. We better start moving."
"Singe, I have no idea what happened. I didn't even know such a thing as teleport does exist! I don't know why Whistler isn't here. But something is not right. This is not Lord Eltan's doing, I am sure of it. And I will find out. I didn't betray the group or Polly. Of course she will be staying with us now. But I will not give up trying to find out what happened here!!"
Woe is heading to the door behind Polly and Singe. Looking around to see if anyone will try to stop them. She is ready to defend their group with her life.
The Scarlet Dawn flees the murder scene fairly easily. Looking back, there's no pursuit. Come to think of it... none of the team saw any guards or patrols actually roaming the streets the whole time they've been in Port Nyanzaru. Grasalfan leads everyone back towards the docks where, sitting on a large flat rock, is a giant metal box wrapped in leather. "I'll be just a moment," he says, dropping his pack. He squeezes between the leather and the box and opens a small hatch. Crawling inside, he disappears from sight.
A small hum begins to sound from the box and the leather that surrounds it slowly begins to unfurl. At the same time, the front and back starts to expand and large metal wheels lower, lifting the box from the ground. The humming continues, intensified as the metallic drums on each leather wing come into view. Finally, once the machine is fully deployed, the tail's hatch opens and Grasalfan comes walking out. "She's a beauty, isn't she!?" He waves for everyone to enter. "It'll be a tight fit, but it should be fine!"
If they came to fly with this machine under any circumstances, Woe would have loved it. She squeezes into the small cabin and sits as close as possible to Grasalfan, watching him how he is steering this machine. But it's only her eyes following his movement, her brain is busy just trying to make sense of the things that occurred.
Could I have done anything to prevent this? If I had just talked to Polly earlier. But then I would have never found out that there is foul play involved. I am glad Polly is here and she is ok. Lord Eltan didn't know about this, I am sure. I need to try and contact him as soon as possible. Woe promises herself, that she will get to the bottom of this, even though she is afraid of what she might uncover.
Shanolia stares in awe at the flying machine, having never seen anything of the sort before - even during her time among nobility. She climbs in and takes a seat as far from the hatch as possible, holding her pack close and watching as the rest of the group piles in.
Zamar sits in silence, his trademark smile noticeably absent from his face.He avoids eye contact with Woe and Lera. He only looks up briefly to lock eyes with Singe and mouth the words “Thank you.”. Then he pulls into himself and sits in silence:
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Dapple watches, enraptured as the flying machine unfurl and takes shape before his eyes. The sight of the thing seems to rouse the young tabaxi's interest more than anything else has so far and he eagerly boards with the members of the Scarlet Dawn. "Polly! Polly! Don't cry! Look, we'll be flying with the birds on the sky! Isn't it exciting?" When this fails to rouse the girl, he pulls Mr. Bun from his pouch and approaches her in a more subsued manner. "It will be Ok. Your friends will keep you safe from the bad men. Here, take Mr Bun. He always makes me feel better."
Polly sniffled and pulled away from Singe slightly. She eyed Dapple wearily, but put her hand out to pet Mr. Bun. Slowly, her crying quieted, and the almiraj hopped into her lap. Polly continued to sniffle, resting her head on Singe's shoulder, while snuggling with the horned bunny.
Upon seeing the machine become unveiled Perrin quickly calls out to the rest of the group “Shotgun!” And climbs into the cockpit and takes the co-piolet seat. Seeing the controls he realizes that some of it doesn’t look much different than the wagon and plough back home.
Koll is speechless after seeing Lera unleash her fury and kill Captain Segred. He retreats into his own thoughts as the group makes their way toward Graslfan's flying machine. For the monk, life has become a study in self control, mastery over his emotions and desires, and Lera represents the exact opposite.
She is young still, but not so young, surely, that she can't see the problem of having a complete disregard for consequences? Yes, it is important to live in the present moment, but that does not mean having no concern whatsoever for what has come before or what has yet to pass. Lera is a danger to herself and to the rest of us if she continues in her self-centered ways. That her suspicions of Captain Segred turned out to have some validity is beside the point. That only seemed like coincidence. She acted only out of her attachment to the girl, Polly, wanting to keep her around like a doting little sister. Certainly there was some nobility in her loyalty to the little girl, but Woe was also only trying to act in Polly's best interests. With Lera, it was all raw emotion, and her unwillingness to even consider other viewpoints was dangerous.
Koll does not want to approach Lera at this point, but he does feel like he could help her control herself a little better, at least enough to prevent her from hurting someone she cares about. After all that he has been through Koll knows well enough how painful that is.
As the group watched the airship unfurl and then proceeded to cram into the machine, Koll felt almost overwhelmed by the surreal strangeness of it all. Questions swirled in his head about what was really going on, with Lord Eltan, Lord Viscardi, Ymezra and the drug Thraul, and their current quest to Lantan. How was it all connected?
Lera boarded the airship hesitantly. Five hours packed like sardines with people who probably hated her guts at the moment didn’t sound like her idea of a good time. In fact, it sounded like the exact opposite of a good time. She twisted the copper ring on her right index finger nervously as she found herself a seat at the very back of the ship. The fewer people she came into contact with the better, and being as far away from Woe was even higher on her priority list.
Lera closed her eyes, fighting back the wave of emotions. She dug her finger nails into the palms of her hands, focusing on that sensation rather than her feelings. The sorceress was quite shocked to find their new feline friend clambering into her lap. There went her plan to interact with as few people as possible...
As everyone loads in to the flying machine, the rear hatch begins to close. "Get ready!" Grasalfan calls out. "I've only done a few test flights around Baldur's Gate, so this will be quite the test!" Before anyone can respond, he pulls a lever and the flying machine whirls to life. The sounds of fire are heard on either side of the machine and it shakes as it begins to rise off the ground. Everyone can hear Grasalfan cackling in glee as he pulls another lever. The machine lurches forward and soars through the air.
"It's a bit slower and lower than I'd like," he comments. "I think we may have too much weight. No worries though, we should be fine!" He turns to Woe and Perrin sitting next to him and whispers, "at least I think we will."
Both Woe and Perrin can see all of Port Nyanzaru in all its splendor. The raincatchers atop every building seem to billow in the wind as they color the small city in a brilliant array of shades. Grasalfan pulls another lever and the machine turns in the direction of the ocean. "Next stop, Lantan!"
The roar of the fires in both engines continue on as the journey to a forgotten island begins. Grasalfan stands and heads over to the rear hatch entrance. "It'll be about five hours from my calculations," he says. "I've never been to the island, but I imagine it'll be a land full of rocky terrain and occasional jungle. We'll do a few loops around before we find a good place to land. I assume the portal will have tell-tale signs, as from the texts it's written to be massive to behold. Exciting times!"
Perrin spends his first couple of hours just staring out the window watching the magical view outside. He has never seen the world from this viewpoint and cannot wait to tell Frank about this. Eventually, he does get curious about how this machine works and will ask his gnome friend "Do you think you can show me how all of this works once we hit land?'
Shanolia takes a second to survey the condition where the group was seated, realizing that she has plenty of room to move her arms and generally relax, though relax she does not. Her gaze falls on Lera and she remembers when she herself was a bit of a wild card, unwilling to listen to her mother and believing that she knew everything about the universe. Oh, how wrong she was. Her eyes are completely shaded by the top of her hood thanks to the dim light afforded by the front window, and her gaze remains on the young sorcerer as her mind drifts to several events over the last few weeks; namely her feelings of remorse for the man she killed during the scavenger hunt, her blatant display of weakness by crying in front of Singe, singing to Polly on the ship, and perhaps most importantly, allowing those unknown emotions for Sana to cloud her judgement.
As she stares blankly at Lera, Shanolia slowly removes the black leather glove on her left hand, then, setting the glove inside of her pocket, begins unwrapping the long strip of cloth wrapped around her hand. Rather sloppily, she stuffs the cloth into the same pocket as her glove, revealing her grey, scarred hand to anyone who was paying attention. Most prominently amongst the many scars were the ones across her palm; some looked to be many years old, while one even appears to be fairly new, but all were clearly self-made and intentional.
The Elf finally lowers her gaze from Lera, staring now at her scarred hand and remaining completely silent, her still-gloved right hand resting lightly on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her right hip.
Initially, the excitement of the journey's start and the amazing flying machine captivate Dapple and his attention flits from one thing to the next. It isn't long, however, before his sleepless night and the physical toll of the stasis magic catch up. Soon enough he falls into a deep sleep, stirring only when Lera's fingers absently stroke through the fur of his head and behind his ears, a low, deep purr rumbling in his chest.
After a couple of hours of uncomfortable silence, Zamar speaks up. “I suppose we may as well talk while we are flying. There is much to say. I’ll start. Polly is staying with us until we hear specifically from her brother or Whistler that she should not. Anyone is welcome to disagree with me, but I am not turning her over to anyone who cannot prove that they are acting on behalf of one of the two of them. If that means we have to part company, then so be it.”
Woe looks tired. She lifts her head. "Polly, I wanted to say to you: I am sorry. I never took the time to speak with you, to find out your thoughts. I don't know what happened back there. I am happy for you to come with us until we return to Baldur's Gate together and we can talk to your brother face to face." Woe smiles at the girl.
Polly doesn't respond, instead pulling Mr. Bun closer. Woe sighs and lets her head sink back down into her hands. Singe pulls Polly closer.
Zamar continues, “Captain Segred got what he deserved.” He looks pointedly at Lera. “You should not have killed him even though he deserved it. He was no ‘innocent messenger’. He knew what he was doing was wrong but was willing to endanger Polly for money. We should have gotten information from him and then given him opportunities to atone.” Zamar turns to Polly. “Child, you need not talk right now. Just know that everyone here cares about you and wants you safe. We just don’t always agree on how best to do that. You can trust Singe and I to be honest with you and listen to you, though. I cannot guarantee that we will abide by your wishes, but we will consider them.”
Woe just sits silent. Oh, she has much to say to Lera, but she has tried, again and again to talk to her, this girl just doesn't listen, doesn't understand an adult point of view. But then she does want to talk. "Why was he told that specifically 'lady Woe' wasn't to be told about the mode of transport? I am deeply suspicious that someone else was trying to get involved, to take Polly away not just from us but maybe from her brother as well. I will find out who crossed me, I swear!"
Lera gripped Dapple's fur tightly, clenching it in her hand.
Zamar continues “Woe, I know you believe your employer was not involved. I do not share your view. Why did he want you placed with Viscardi? I have spent too much of my life in the games and politics of court. I know how nobles think and act. I was raised by and amongst them. He is too likely a suspect to be ignored.”
Woe replies. "I fought with him, side by side, during the attack on Baldur's Gate 13 years ago. That's how we got to know each other. Not through politics, but by trusting each others life in combat. I have been working in his court as a diplomat for 7 years. Of course there have been political schemes, I have spun his intrigues and helped him whenever he needed. But he has always been HONEST with me. I always knew what he wanted to achieve. He's never done something like that. All dealings have been very political and precise. Again, I trust him! But of course I will look at him with suspicion until he answers my questions!"
Shanolia chimes in with a quiet comment: "Sometimes, the people you've fought with and killed for are the first to take advantage of you. Especially those in high positions."
And Zamar says: “Woe, your word is good enough for me. For now. But my understanding is that he is the one who instructed you to send Polly with Segred. Am I mistaken?”
Koll wonders. "Also, what was he doing in the mid-realm? Can it possibly be for good? Perhaps. Maybe Woe's patron is acting in good faith and it is Viscardi whom we should suspect. The thing is, we don't know. We don't know what his plans for Polly were and we are rushing to judgement to think that it was all nefarious - just because we are so protective of Polly. Personally I distrust almost all people of position - power corrupts and it also blinds. They play their games with little thought of who gets hurt. Anyway, I think we all need to keep an open mind. A time may yet come when we need to choose sides."
Woe replies: "I informed him that we found Polly on the ship. And he arranged for travel. It helped to have his influence on the captain to make sure that Polly would be safe on his ship! I would have asked the captain myself too as I knew he was going back to Baldur's gate."
Polly buries her head in Singes shoulder again at the mention of her brother.
“So either he was involved or someone subverted the Captain somehow,” Zamar nods.”Both are plausible.” He turns to Koll, “I am merely weighing the information on hand. The only people I truly trust are the people I am with on this airship. But, everything we have heard suggests whoever was on the other side of that portal wanted to use Polly. I cannot think of any noble purposes for that. It is clear that her brother loves her dearly.No matter what else I believe about him, I believe this to be true. That was our points in his favor in my book.”
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So even more of an idiot than I feared, Lera’s voice appeared in Woe’s head. Think twice next time before you cross me. Lera followed the rest of the Scarlet Dawn out of the tavern, her fists still clenched.
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As the group is hurrying out the door, Zamar says to both Woe and Lera, “This discussion is not over. There is much I do not agree with on both sides here. We must come to an accord and do it amicably.” At this he looks pointedly at Lera. “After these events, the only people I truly trust are the members of our band. If we cannot get along, then we are best going our separate ways, lest our dissension be our undoing.”
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The Scarlet Dawn flees the murder scene fairly easily. Looking back, there's no pursuit. Come to think of it... none of the team saw any guards or patrols actually roaming the streets the whole time they've been in Port Nyanzaru. Grasalfan leads everyone back towards the docks where, sitting on a large flat rock, is a giant metal box wrapped in leather. "I'll be just a moment," he says, dropping his pack. He squeezes between the leather and the box and opens a small hatch. Crawling inside, he disappears from sight.
A small hum begins to sound from the box and the leather that surrounds it slowly begins to unfurl. At the same time, the front and back starts to expand and large metal wheels lower, lifting the box from the ground. The humming continues, intensified as the metallic drums on each leather wing come into view. Finally, once the machine is fully deployed, the tail's hatch opens and Grasalfan comes walking out. "She's a beauty, isn't she!?" He waves for everyone to enter. "It'll be a tight fit, but it should be fine!"
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If they came to fly with this machine under any circumstances, Woe would have loved it. She squeezes into the small cabin and sits as close as possible to Grasalfan, watching him how he is steering this machine. But it's only her eyes following his movement, her brain is busy just trying to make sense of the things that occurred.
Could I have done anything to prevent this? If I had just talked to Polly earlier. But then I would have never found out that there is foul play involved. I am glad Polly is here and she is ok. Lord Eltan didn't know about this, I am sure. I need to try and contact him as soon as possible. Woe promises herself, that she will get to the bottom of this, even though she is afraid of what she might uncover.
Shanolia stares in awe at the flying machine, having never seen anything of the sort before - even during her time among nobility. She climbs in and takes a seat as far from the hatch as possible, holding her pack close and watching as the rest of the group piles in.
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Zamar sits in silence, his trademark smile noticeably absent from his face.He avoids eye contact with Woe and Lera. He only looks up briefly to lock eyes with Singe and mouth the words “Thank you.”. Then he pulls into himself and sits in silence:
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As Singe finds a place to sit inside the flying machine, Polly crawls into his lap, buries her face into his shoulder, and continues to sob.
“It’s ok, you’re safe.” Singe says softly. Polly doesn't respond, just continues to cry.
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Dapple watches, enraptured as the flying machine unfurl and takes shape before his eyes. The sight of the thing seems to rouse the young tabaxi's interest more than anything else has so far and he eagerly boards with the members of the Scarlet Dawn. "Polly! Polly! Don't cry! Look, we'll be flying with the birds on the sky! Isn't it exciting?" When this fails to rouse the girl, he pulls Mr. Bun from his pouch and approaches her in a more subsued manner. "It will be Ok. Your friends will keep you safe from the bad men. Here, take Mr Bun. He always makes me feel better."
Polly sniffled and pulled away from Singe slightly. She eyed Dapple wearily, but put her hand out to pet Mr. Bun. Slowly, her crying quieted, and the almiraj hopped into her lap. Polly continued to sniffle, resting her head on Singe's shoulder, while snuggling with the horned bunny.
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Upon seeing the machine become unveiled Perrin quickly calls out to the rest of the group “Shotgun!” And climbs into the cockpit and takes the co-piolet seat. Seeing the controls he realizes that some of it doesn’t look much different than the wagon and plough back home.
"He likes you, see? He can stay with you, if you promise to take good care of him."
Koll is speechless after seeing Lera unleash her fury and kill Captain Segred. He retreats into his own thoughts as the group makes their way toward Graslfan's flying machine. For the monk, life has become a study in self control, mastery over his emotions and desires, and Lera represents the exact opposite.
She is young still, but not so young, surely, that she can't see the problem of having a complete disregard for consequences? Yes, it is important to live in the present moment, but that does not mean having no concern whatsoever for what has come before or what has yet to pass. Lera is a danger to herself and to the rest of us if she continues in her self-centered ways. That her suspicions of Captain Segred turned out to have some validity is beside the point. That only seemed like coincidence. She acted only out of her attachment to the girl, Polly, wanting to keep her around like a doting little sister. Certainly there was some nobility in her loyalty to the little girl, but Woe was also only trying to act in Polly's best interests. With Lera, it was all raw emotion, and her unwillingness to even consider other viewpoints was dangerous.
Koll does not want to approach Lera at this point, but he does feel like he could help her control herself a little better, at least enough to prevent her from hurting someone she cares about. After all that he has been through Koll knows well enough how painful that is.
As the group watched the airship unfurl and then proceeded to cram into the machine, Koll felt almost overwhelmed by the surreal strangeness of it all. Questions swirled in his head about what was really going on, with Lord Eltan, Lord Viscardi, Ymezra and the drug Thraul, and their current quest to Lantan. How was it all connected?
Lera boarded the airship hesitantly. Five hours packed like sardines with people who probably hated her guts at the moment didn’t sound like her idea of a good time. In fact, it sounded like the exact opposite of a good time. She twisted the copper ring on her right index finger nervously as she found herself a seat at the very back of the ship. The fewer people she came into contact with the better, and being as far away from Woe was even higher on her priority list.
Lera closed her eyes, fighting back the wave of emotions. She dug her finger nails into the palms of her hands, focusing on that sensation rather than her feelings. The sorceress was quite shocked to find their new feline friend clambering into her lap. There went her plan to interact with as few people as possible...
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As everyone loads in to the flying machine, the rear hatch begins to close. "Get ready!" Grasalfan calls out. "I've only done a few test flights around Baldur's Gate, so this will be quite the test!" Before anyone can respond, he pulls a lever and the flying machine whirls to life. The sounds of fire are heard on either side of the machine and it shakes as it begins to rise off the ground. Everyone can hear Grasalfan cackling in glee as he pulls another lever. The machine lurches forward and soars through the air.
"It's a bit slower and lower than I'd like," he comments. "I think we may have too much weight. No worries though, we should be fine!" He turns to Woe and Perrin sitting next to him and whispers, "at least I think we will."
Both Woe and Perrin can see all of Port Nyanzaru in all its splendor. The raincatchers atop every building seem to billow in the wind as they color the small city in a brilliant array of shades. Grasalfan pulls another lever and the machine turns in the direction of the ocean. "Next stop, Lantan!"
The roar of the fires in both engines continue on as the journey to a forgotten island begins. Grasalfan stands and heads over to the rear hatch entrance. "It'll be about five hours from my calculations," he says. "I've never been to the island, but I imagine it'll be a land full of rocky terrain and occasional jungle. We'll do a few loops around before we find a good place to land. I assume the portal will have tell-tale signs, as from the texts it's written to be massive to behold. Exciting times!"
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Perrin spends his first couple of hours just staring out the window watching the magical view outside. He has never seen the world from this viewpoint and cannot wait to tell Frank about this. Eventually, he does get curious about how this machine works and will ask his gnome friend "Do you think you can show me how all of this works once we hit land?'
Shanolia takes a second to survey the condition where the group was seated, realizing that she has plenty of room to move her arms and generally relax, though relax she does not. Her gaze falls on Lera and she remembers when she herself was a bit of a wild card, unwilling to listen to her mother and believing that she knew everything about the universe. Oh, how wrong she was. Her eyes are completely shaded by the top of her hood thanks to the dim light afforded by the front window, and her gaze remains on the young sorcerer as her mind drifts to several events over the last few weeks; namely her feelings of remorse for the man she killed during the scavenger hunt, her blatant display of weakness by crying in front of Singe, singing to Polly on the ship, and perhaps most importantly, allowing those unknown emotions for Sana to cloud her judgement.
As she stares blankly at Lera, Shanolia slowly removes the black leather glove on her left hand, then, setting the glove inside of her pocket, begins unwrapping the long strip of cloth wrapped around her hand. Rather sloppily, she stuffs the cloth into the same pocket as her glove, revealing her grey, scarred hand to anyone who was paying attention. Most prominently amongst the many scars were the ones across her palm; some looked to be many years old, while one even appears to be fairly new, but all were clearly self-made and intentional.
The Elf finally lowers her gaze from Lera, staring now at her scarred hand and remaining completely silent, her still-gloved right hand resting lightly on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her right hip.
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Initially, the excitement of the journey's start and the amazing flying machine captivate Dapple and his attention flits from one thing to the next. It isn't long, however, before his sleepless night and the physical toll of the stasis magic catch up. Soon enough he falls into a deep sleep, stirring only when Lera's fingers absently stroke through the fur of his head and behind his ears, a low, deep purr rumbling in his chest.