“I don’t know how much time we’ve got left!” Shouts Flyte from the fore-deck down to the dock, eyeing the growing crystal nervously. “Might want to wrap it up!”
Horace introduces himself as a accounts inspector. Then Luz cleric of the light, and Flyte the shipwright. Along with the tough and any others that came aboard.
The crystalline vine coils upward, scraping the sky. From the harbor, you can see similar vines miles from the settlement, having burst out of the world and reaching skyward. As the Moondancer clears the harbor, Captain Sartell stamps her boot hard on the deck. “Flapjack!” she yells. “Take us up!”
Suddenly, the galleon lists and creaks as it rises out of the water and into the air! The world falls away beneath you as the Moondancer flies through the clouds and into the starry abyss of night.
As the ship lurches from the ocean surface and begins its ascent, Flyte holds tightly to the foremast and begins to whisper a prayer to the god of Sailors under his breath. His eyes traces the flailing vines, taller than mountains, and he breathes quickly. Nothing makes any sense. Nothing.
Luz hasn"t been on a spelljamming ship since she was a toddler, but she recognizes one when she sees it. The initial shock passes quickly and she waits to see what happens.
They take two steps forward
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.
Horace casts Thaumaturgy to change effects, intensifying the beam of light. With a warm breeze and harmonious chorus rising in volume.
Action: Thaumaturgy
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoTome
“I don’t know how much time we’ve got left!” Shouts Flyte from the fore-deck down to the dock, eyeing the growing crystal nervously. “Might want to wrap it up!”
Luz sighs & puts her hand on the tough's shoulder.
"Let's all go to the captain and see what we need to do to set sail."
"That's a good idea!" Horace says.
Horace introduces himself as a accounts inspector. Then Luz cleric of the light, and Flyte the shipwright. Along with the tough and any others that came aboard.
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoTome
The crystalline vine coils upward, scraping the sky. From the harbor, you can see similar vines miles from the settlement, having burst out of the world and reaching skyward. As the Moondancer clears the harbor, Captain Sartell stamps her boot hard on the deck. “Flapjack!” she yells. “Take us up!”
Suddenly, the galleon lists and creaks as it rises out of the water and into the air! The world falls away beneath you as the Moondancer flies through the clouds and into the starry abyss of night.
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.
As the ship lurches from the ocean surface and begins its ascent, Flyte holds tightly to the foremast and begins to whisper a prayer to the god of Sailors under his breath. His eyes traces the flailing vines, taller than mountains, and he breathes quickly. Nothing makes any sense. Nothing.
Luz hasn"t been on a spelljamming ship since she was a toddler, but she recognizes one when she sees it. The initial shock passes quickly and she waits to see what happens.
"Whoa!" says Horace as he grabs a rail.
Horace Male Gnome Warlock PoTome