"We're going to an asteroid, a big rock floating in space, called 'The Rock of Bral". I spent some of my childhood there, though I barely remember it, so it's ok. If you can, try to rest, if you're hungry, we can see about getting you some food. And rest assured we're going to try to get you home to Toril, if we can. If you aren't tired or hungry, I can lead you in another prayer if you like."
Luz goes to pray, thanking Sune for the presence of the ship, assuring her that she (Luz) will try to take care of the passengers who've been placed in her care and try to find a way to stop the plants, and asking her to pass the word of the plant monsters to anyone who can help stop them.
The praying feels as successful as anything can be without you seeing the fruits of your labor right in front of you.
After prayer and exploration, Flyte finds himself at the aft deck, looking at the fading background of Toril as it vanishes into the distance, a vision of home fading into black. As exciting and awesome as this is, everything he’s ever known is vanishing into the distance and he can’t help but watch until the planet is completely out of sight.
Luz takes time to answer questions the best she can and get the people comfortable. She'll feed people with her own rations if need be, but will ask the Captain if there are ships stores available for use. Then she'll see about what can be done about sleeping arrangements.
Horace continues with his sketches of the ship and how it's sails are trimmed from dock to deep space. His mind becoming more still as he travels away from his personal hell.
Inside Horace's mind. (He wonders how to tell the Misses of his new employment. Best to wait til he has more information from the Captain about it. Too early with no information, punished. Too late, punished. How do I make this appealing to the Misses, he pounds his brain?)
As words about the ship's stores reach him, he sets up his portadesk with some fresh parchment and goes to make himself useful at Luz's side. (Maybe a chance to use his advance abacus certifications to figure out how many meals we got.)
The praying feels as successful as anything can be without you seeing the fruits of your labor right in front of you.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
After prayer and exploration, Flyte finds himself at the aft deck, looking at the fading background of Toril as it vanishes into the distance, a vision of home fading into black. As exciting and awesome as this is, everything he’s ever known is vanishing into the distance and he can’t help but watch until the planet is completely out of sight.
You are all now in the void of space, small creatures floating around, stars glinting as the cosmos seems to flow.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Feeling more secure, Horace sits midship and begins making sketches and notes of his new home.
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoTome
Luz takes time to answer questions the best she can and get the people comfortable. She'll feed people with her own rations if need be, but will ask the Captain if there are ships stores available for use. Then she'll see about what can be done about sleeping arrangements.
Horace continues with his sketches of the ship and how it's sails are trimmed from dock to deep space. His mind becoming more still as he travels away from his personal hell.
Inside Horace's mind. (He wonders how to tell the Misses of his new employment. Best to wait til he has more information from the Captain about it. Too early with no information, punished. Too late, punished. How do I make this appealing to the Misses, he pounds his brain?)
As words about the ship's stores reach him, he sets up his portadesk with some fresh parchment and goes to make himself useful at Luz's side. (Maybe a chance to use his advance abacus certifications to figure out how many meals we got.)
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoTome