Your air ship has drifted off course and the crew decimated From a Manticore attack the human captain now old beyond his years tries to keep the damaged beyond repair ship steered true but the ship slowly sinks you enter a low cloud where you have 0 visibility Its cold and you have been provided with coats The captain suddenly dies of old age and you the adventurers are the only ones left alive, 

"I had learned not to trust back in the slums growing up, and let my guard down one time for this trip and trusted that captain.  If it wasn't for us becoming, what, a family, a clan, a guild, whatever, on this trip....." The girl's voice trails off.  "I just hope we get off this death trap alive."

(Since its been awhile, the young girl stands tall for one her age, just shy of six feet (5' 10"), and quite thin at 135 lbs, dark auburn hair that was wild and uncombed at the beginning of the voyage is now tied back in a loose ponytail with the loss of her pet salamander.  Her clothes, still dark in color, and while even more worn from the voyage are in good repair, but have a lingering odor of brimstone.  And, while her voice belies her young age, it carries an undertone reminiscent of a forge bellows, and in times of stress you have heard her voice change completely to that base tone, calling upon her godfather, as she refers to the fire elemental who reshaped her in her infancy.)

(OOC to the DM:  whether or not the elemental actually helps her is completely up to you, of course, but she hears his voice in her head, whether imagined or real.)

"The captains death was unfortunate. What should we do now? Can we try to steer it in a way that would soften the landing?"

Fragum is a hulking goliath man, he is older then the typical goliath and has a massive greatsword on his back.  His strength is incredible and his fighting is impeccable. Unfortunately, while his is strong, it's not as strong as he used to be. He yearns for the day when he outperforms his younger self.

Queanys fiddles with the crystal on his neck and glances around at the others on the ship who he has finally come to trust. Racking his mind for a solution, his first instinct is to ignore the problem because he knows that he can simple teleport away to safety before the ship hits the ground. After a moment though, he realizes that his solution would leave his newfound family stranded and so he sprints to the helm to see if he can help whomever is piloting the ship get the broken sky lump out of the air as seamlessly as possible.

As he sprints everyone gets a good look at the half drow. His hair looks like the bottom of a mop and is colored a pure white. His left eye is a piercing red and her right eye is a deep pupilless black. He is not tall by any means, only standing at 5' 10'' and his weight is nothing extraordinary either, only 150 lb. However, you have come to know him as quite the sturdy individual who you have no doubt would sacrifice his own life to save any of yours, his new family. As he sprints towards the helm, he is followed by a set of four glowing purple orbs that illuminate and accentuate his light purple skin and make it appear much more purple than gray. The orbs also illuminate some of the area in this cloud and perhaps provide some visibility.

Arriving at the helm, he looks around for any person that may have an idea of how to pilot the ship. If there aren't any people, he tries to take the helm himself (Intelligence: 12). However, if someone is already trying to steer the ship (or wants to), he instead just provides assistance.

You find the ships wheel difficult to handle and the sound of what you think is pine trees cracking under stress from the ships bow loudly assaults you. Then a loud crash as it deflects off an Oak tree then hits the ground everything around you goes black in your mind as you are knocked out by a random branch

You come too only slightly bruised an elf stares at you waiting after tending to you. 

Fragum slowly tries to stand up. "Who-who are you?" Fragum touches his greatsword and his bag to make sure it's still there.

Queanys quickly scrambles to his feet checking to see if he has his weapons.

If he does, then he begins by drawing his longsword and shield pointing the former at the elf. The black serrated blade is held at the elf's chest as Queanys regains his bearings, summons his lights, and speaks, "Answer Fragum's question."

If he doesn't, he steps backwards and asks, "And where are our weapons?"

(On you or laying on the ground)

With his longsword at the elf's chest he repeats what he said before, "Answer Fragum's question."

The silvery blue Dragonborn hovers around the wreckage, making sure everyone is taken care of. “It looks like everyone is well. Please let me know if you need any assistance in healing.” He finally breathes. “What a crash?!”

Noticing their elven friend, “Oh, hello there. Thank you for your help.”

Turning to Azurre, Queanys lowers his blade from the elf and says, "You know this person?"

Dusting herself off, Wyldfyre gathers her pack and leans against a tree, waiting to see how the verbal dance pans out.  Against all odds, she has come to trust her fellow travelers, and if this newcomer is trusted by one of them, she will accept them.  For now at least.

“I do not have the pleasure, yet.” Turns back to the elf, “Thank you for taking care of us. I am Azurre. What are you called?”

Shaking his head at Azurre, Queanys sheaths his sword and looks exasperated. He has spend the better part of the last few months getting to know all of the adventurers on the flying ship, but he will still never understand some of their quirks. He looks back to the elf with his sword now sheathed and places his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side waiting for a response.

Fragum crosses his arms. "Thank you. Now as my companion has said, my name is Fragum, what is yours and where are we."

The moment you draw your sword at the elf, she disapears and a warm summer breeze touches your skin. He reappears 30 ft away leaning against a tree. You see a strong black haired elf in his prime years. Beside his chainmail armor and a shield on his back, you don’t see any weapon.

“Really, drawing your sword after i pulled you out of there? ” he looks over to the dragonborn: “ Name is Runfial. Before we start chatting, is that all of you and your belongings or is there anyone else left in there?” The elf nods towards the smouldering mess that used to be an airship.

For those who take a look around, there is a horseless wagon with a broken yoke and a tethered bloody harness. A few large green scales and more blood can be seen across the ground by those who are a bit more perceptive.

Queanys is stunned at the elf as he teleports away and his guard lowers a little at his claim to have pulled them out of the falling ship. "I believe that's all of us," he says doing a quick head count and patting himself down, "And I believe I still have all of my important possessions." Queanys extends his arm to the elf that seemingly helped save them and says, "The name is Queanys," he looks apologetic for a second before continuing, "sorry for the whole threatening thing. I didn't realize you saved our lives."

(@ Storm: please correct me if i am wrong)

“We are north of Waterdeep, just shy of the Mere of Dead Men. How did you crash that thing?”

(For those who are a bit more perceptive, there is a horseless wagon with a tethered harness and broken yoke, dried blood and large green scales are scattered over the ground.)

The girl chuckles at the question.  "I think a better question is how we survived on that death trap as long as we did.  But good to be back on solid ground and well met, Runfial.  Mind if I ask what happened with the cart?"

“We got attacked by a green dragon, it must have used some kind of illusion, because before i could react the whole thing was over. The beast killed my comrades and the horse.”