Post by K Man on Jan 25, 2005 12:00:44 GMT -5
Krysta, Caelith, Hero, Garor, Newt, Girud, Galdren and Callian - The ship lurches away from the dock, rather dramatically, powered by seemingly unseen winds.
Really not surprising, considering the crew of this stone-vessel...but still unnerving.
The demonic maidenhead churns through the waters of the penisula, the sails made from stitched leathery flesh billow to full force and pull the heavy ship even faster. The metal maelstrom surrounding the home of the enigmatic Emirikol looms closer, churning the waters to an ivory froth before the bow. Just as you flinch, expecting the ship to be torn asunder, the metal shards spread and give just enough room for the DemonWing to pass.
You make your way through the barrier and into the open waters beyond. Ungurth takes the helm and manuevers the bow through the slowly rising waves. It could be a fore-boding omen or your own minds playing a trick on you, but the night seems exceptionally dark now. The clouds are gone, the night sky seems to sparkle a little less and even the water has taken on an unhealthy hue - like the depths of an inkwell.
Still, the DemonWing gains speed, moving to some unseen destination. The crew goes about their actions eerily, remaining as silent as the grave in all they do. Your find your eyes drifting to other things just to keep your mind from wandering to the unthinkable.
[Spot Checks. Caelith, Krysta, Newt and Galdren success]
There, impossibly high in the cloudless sky, you see a collection of giant birds racing across the sky. They travel in a formation, not very natural indicating it's more of a military manuever than anything else. However, most intriguing about this midnight flight, is the fact that two birds carry similar thing in their talons.
Each carries a horse made of solid metal with a rider atop....
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Yuri and Romar - Veya nods and pulls back on Vraak's reigns, sending his wings outward with a blast of air.
"Well then...let's get underway and end this war."
She pauses on the last sentence, letting Romar know the true reason she seeks the end of this war...because it means the end of running and the start of something new...
The other riders take to the skies quickly, one hoevering while wrapping giant talons gently around Yuri and Sindri. Veya, of course, leads Vraak to grab Romar and Huna - lifting them into the air like rag dolls.
The landscape drifts lazily away as the birds flap and gain altitude. They climb to dizzying height, spread their wings wide and begin to glide at an incredible pace. The solid ground beneath gives way to the blackness of the ocean - a carpet of twinkling stars above and below.
This continues for some time, forcing you to wrap furs around your body to stave off the chills of both the flight and the altitude. The bird stay in close formation, occasionally giving another flap to thrust themselves faster and higher, only to drift down and repeat it all over again.
Just as you feel yourselves slip into the comfort of slumber, you see the ocean beneath you seemingly change color. It darkens to a light-sucking ebony. It seems to lessen in intensity and the waves mute as it darkens...a strange phenomena. Then you see the source.
A ship that looks plucked from the depths of hell itself.
With tall masts, over eighty feet high at least, a demonic face carved into the stone hull and figures bustling about, it draws your attention immediately. It seems to suck the very light from the world around it.
[Spot Checks, All Successes] You see, amongst the strange figures bustling about the deck, eight very familiar figures. Even from this height, they are recognizable among the seemingly skeletal crew that bustles about.
A few of them have noticed you as well...
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Really not surprising, considering the crew of this stone-vessel...but still unnerving.
The demonic maidenhead churns through the waters of the penisula, the sails made from stitched leathery flesh billow to full force and pull the heavy ship even faster. The metal maelstrom surrounding the home of the enigmatic Emirikol looms closer, churning the waters to an ivory froth before the bow. Just as you flinch, expecting the ship to be torn asunder, the metal shards spread and give just enough room for the DemonWing to pass.
You make your way through the barrier and into the open waters beyond. Ungurth takes the helm and manuevers the bow through the slowly rising waves. It could be a fore-boding omen or your own minds playing a trick on you, but the night seems exceptionally dark now. The clouds are gone, the night sky seems to sparkle a little less and even the water has taken on an unhealthy hue - like the depths of an inkwell.
Still, the DemonWing gains speed, moving to some unseen destination. The crew goes about their actions eerily, remaining as silent as the grave in all they do. Your find your eyes drifting to other things just to keep your mind from wandering to the unthinkable.
[Spot Checks. Caelith, Krysta, Newt and Galdren success]
There, impossibly high in the cloudless sky, you see a collection of giant birds racing across the sky. They travel in a formation, not very natural indicating it's more of a military manuever than anything else. However, most intriguing about this midnight flight, is the fact that two birds carry similar thing in their talons.
Each carries a horse made of solid metal with a rider atop....
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Yuri and Romar - Veya nods and pulls back on Vraak's reigns, sending his wings outward with a blast of air.
"Well then...let's get underway and end this war."
She pauses on the last sentence, letting Romar know the true reason she seeks the end of this war...because it means the end of running and the start of something new...
The other riders take to the skies quickly, one hoevering while wrapping giant talons gently around Yuri and Sindri. Veya, of course, leads Vraak to grab Romar and Huna - lifting them into the air like rag dolls.
The landscape drifts lazily away as the birds flap and gain altitude. They climb to dizzying height, spread their wings wide and begin to glide at an incredible pace. The solid ground beneath gives way to the blackness of the ocean - a carpet of twinkling stars above and below.
This continues for some time, forcing you to wrap furs around your body to stave off the chills of both the flight and the altitude. The bird stay in close formation, occasionally giving another flap to thrust themselves faster and higher, only to drift down and repeat it all over again.
Just as you feel yourselves slip into the comfort of slumber, you see the ocean beneath you seemingly change color. It darkens to a light-sucking ebony. It seems to lessen in intensity and the waves mute as it darkens...a strange phenomena. Then you see the source.
A ship that looks plucked from the depths of hell itself.
With tall masts, over eighty feet high at least, a demonic face carved into the stone hull and figures bustling about, it draws your attention immediately. It seems to suck the very light from the world around it.
[Spot Checks, All Successes] You see, amongst the strange figures bustling about the deck, eight very familiar figures. Even from this height, they are recognizable among the seemingly skeletal crew that bustles about.
A few of them have noticed you as well...
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