It is a sunny day here in Breland. The pride and joy of the house, Polaris, has touched down and unloaded its passengers, with new ones just now being allowed into the airport. A half elf guards the way to the dock, checking tickets and letting people pass through. It’s here that soft music from a band plays in the lobby as those leaving for Aundair prepare for the journey. 

A man just shy of 6ft tall stands with a happy look on his face, enjoying the music. His skin is a sea-foam green in some places, a deep blue in others. His hair is deep green and seems to almost float as if underwater, at times. 

He's dressed in simple traveling clothes with a bag slung over his shoulder as he makes his way to the half elf.

"Good morning sir! Here you are!" He says with a smile as he hands over his ticket.

“Good morning to you as well. It is 2 hours until departure, so feel free to shop in our markets during the wait” 

The half elf says, stamping the ticket before handing it back to the man. The magical gate opens and inside the huge airship is docked and getting loaded with luggage, with the workers moving with haste to load them all up. Shouts of market salespeople are heard all around, with practically everything being available besides weapons. 

Clang, clang. Normally quite heavy when compared to the people around it, it was even more so due to the armor it wore and the pack on its back. About six and a half feet tall, it weighed well over 300 pounds with all the gear. Warforged were not made to be distinct, that's what serial numbers were for, though this one was somehow... more modern. Newer? An onlooker's gaze would immediately be drawn to the silver flame drawn on its "face". The same symbol was also present on its shield.

Wordlessly, it queued behind the green-blue man, waiting its turn to present its ticket.

A lone figure pulled his travel cloak tighter around him. The hood and cloak did a good job of hiding most of his figure as well as mute the soft rustle of everything he was carrying along but some things still stood out. A pair of dark horns kept the hood from shadowing his entire face, showing a red face underneath with golden eyes. A similarly coloured tail occasionally peeked out from underneath the cloak as he walked down the airport to the docks. His name was Mordrun and he fancied himself a bounty hunter.

'Should be around here somewhere.' Mordrun muttered to himself as he looked around. In his hand he held a slip of paper: a ticket for one to board the Polaris heading towards Aundair. He had never been to Aundair before but he heard it was pleasant this time of year and he was long overdue for a vacation. Rest and relaxation was something he could go for after his last job but Mordrun was equally excited about Angus McHarvey, a retired adventurer who had taken to training new talent and was supposedly somewhere in Aundair. He could use some touching up.

He slipped his ticket into a breast pocket. He was content with listening to the band until the ruckus of boarding had quiet down a bit and he could get onto the airship without much hassle.

“Oh one of you lot. We don’t get many of you living machines going to Aundair. May I ask the purpose of your journey?”

It can be easily observed that this was not meant to be rude, but there is a slight sense of prejudice in his voice. Of course warforged are seen with suspicion around now, being made for battle and then being considered equal in citizenship, but it still is a reminder of other views on the people. The half elf now holds the ticket in his hand and has it on the stamping machine, just needing a quick answer. The others in front and behind also could easily hear this with the line being closely packed.

 Tham, a young half elf dressed in a house Lyrandar robe stands near the boarding bridge aboard the Polaris, watching the new passengers excitedly. As his eyes spot spot a young woman, he smiles, approches her and gives her a friendly hug.

T: Hello, my dear sister. I've missed you, how was your stay here in Breland? S: Hello Tham, it was pleasent,  I've learned so much from the Brelish Raincallers, but I am really looking forward to see the Stormhome again.

Suddenly a strong voice full of authority cuts the conversation:

Mr. Tham, It is time!

T: Sorry Leleen, duty calls, we will meet again later.

As they say their goodbyes for the time being, Tham rushes to the ships elemental controllers ((i.e. one of the pilots)).

T: Reporting for duty, sir!

Though doing so unnerved some people, it always tried to maintain eye contact with the person it was speaking with. As usual, this meant that it had to lower its face to look down on the shorter half-elf. Its voice seemed somehow... too natural. Not the sort of voice many people, particularly those who have never dealt with his kind, would expect.

"Good day. I go where the Flame needs me to go. In this case, I've been told that in Aundair some of my faith have been causing trouble, so I'm hoping to put an end to that." It paused for an instant. "I do hope I won't be causing any trouble for you by coming onboard? In fact, I'm both a medic and healer, so if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

“Oh so you’re one of them too... a most unusual pairing, but I’m not here to judge. You’re good to go. Notify the pilot if you wish to be of assistance” 

The gates open and you are let in. There were some who stare at your imposing figure, and others who stare at your mark of the flame. Before long the waiting area returns to normal however. A small hobbit wearing flamboyant clothing approaches you to try and get you to buy something, some sort of religious pendant, in exchange for 20 silver.

“Next!” 

Standing in the line is a half elven man in his early twenties. You can clearly see his dark elven parentage, with obsidian black skin and red eyes but he looks human from a distance. He is wearing dark cloths and has his hood up trying to hide his features as he approaches the guard. "Hear you go", he says as he hands the man his ticket. He will than walk into the lobby.

“Have a good flight! Next up!”

The airport is bustling as it’s nearing the time for boarding and the shipowners are pressuring people to buy now. As you walk through however, you bump into a metal obstacle, which upon second inspection is a warforged that towers over you. Seeing your face for a split second, the halfling merchant who was trying to sell the warforged something books it and tries to haggle some other group of people.

(Who bumped into the warforged?)

(Primal’s Character)

Tham, stands in front of the pilot,  watching him as he goes through the pre-flight check list. "One has to admire the efficiency of these people. Not a single move wasted and yet they manage to make these ships travel flawlessly for such a long distances. Maybe some day, I ..." Thams thoughts are interrupted by a sound of metalic thud.

T: Shall I check the elemental struts, Sir?

“Yes go ahead. You know how they’ve been acting up lately, if you need backup just holler at me”

The sounds of the ship are normal, yet that thud still rings, and more are heard. Seems to be coming from the fourth floor. People are preparing to board, so the problem should be fixed quickly and without much hassle.

 T:Crewman, grab the tools and follow me,

orders Tham the nearest maintenance crewman and proceeds to check each of the four struts holding the elemental ring around the hull.

The port side strut seems to be shaking, losing its support. Roll an athletics check with advantage to put it in place and fix it.

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 You manage to hold it for 3 seconds until you’re forced to let go. It wobbles more, and now it’ll take the ground crew to fix it. Departure is delayed for 50 minutes for the passengers, who were just about to get on board.

 Tham reports back to the pilot:

T:Sir, the port elemental strut got loosened, we will need the repair crew to fix it. We were lucky to find it while still anchored.