Session 52: Scallywags; Mangonels and more Mangonels...
General Summary
The arrive within a few hours of the star, but the sun is going down, so they elect to take one more night of rest, allowing the rising sun to light what they need to see tomorrow. There is much preparation to be done, for combat, for parlay, and for the potential of new glory, but first the officers need to meet to discuss next steps, and Dosgratin takes this opportunity to open one final keg before they begin the movements to the star, and presumably their lives from before will never be the same.
During this day, as they prepare and wait for this officers' meeting, Mila and Roland train, the former for the duty of her fist and the latter for the anxiety of the crew and their own weapons (are we ready for this?), Aikhon talks with Teyos about her elven past, Valia gets Gyc to help her bind her lost eye to an eyepatch made of fine leathers from his scraps from grips and hilts of other weapons.
In the meeting, they discuss their mangonel strategy as well as a focus on attacking their enemy's sails and crew, and any flying ships will demand a regroup away from the island.
After the meeting, the kegs flow, and ale and music and fun are had by all The Crew of the Horizon's Call , Mila and Kevdae get intimate and go back to the halfling's room, and Brimstone and Ilknar provide the best spectacle of the night: an arm wrestling match. The bout goes to the Captain, who used his experience of grappling to his own advantage; Ilknar the giantkin become too overconfident. Upon losing, Ilknar throws own of Pojin's fine tables into the sea.
Late at night, Aikhon goes to G and through their magical crystal orb, they scry on two important figures. Firstly, Z, of the Men and Black, whom they left stranded on the beaches of Expedition One after an attempted coup and assassination of the new 2nd Mate of the Call, Roland "Odds" . Z is below deck, surrounded by men asleep, storage of mostly weapons, but some food stuffs too. Z has a map unfurled in front her, and her blonde hair, dirty and shambles, like her face with dirt and scars, ash and soot, she covers the map she draws in front of her, drawn only by candlelight, so that even the scry can barely see. However, they are able to discern after a few minutes, Aikhon Treasurer, dragonborn, bard of eloquence and insightful rogue; and G, lost sorcerer, changed and morph, but powerful enough to heal the elementals of this ship's engine with the power of his connection to the Weave--these two are able to discern on the map markers of trolls to the north, To the west and south, markers of different 'monsters' with labels of 10 or so men taken or dead at these locations; then, there is something about an entrance inside the The Silver Bloom, the Silver Joy and Island , this island that fell from the sky, and finally, there is a notation about how the East is no-man's-land. Overrun, or unlivable, drown or burning, it is unclear.
Finally, the scry on Uhmar Rahum , and he simply guides his own warhsip across, but Aikhon intuits, seemingly close to the Fallen Star and its bloomlike island. He eventually is met by Zenrardena Socornel, and she comes up to him, grabs his ass and kisses him, and they talk briefly of a fallen ship, their fallen ship, and how their crew found a place to camp to begin repairs. Seemingly unphased, she pulls the dark-skinned and tattooed figure in for kiss, and we see a green-eyed long dark hair, a scar across her nose, we see her look at his deep blue eyes, grip his harnessed skin, dark with black ink but also a mocha-skin tone, and they kiss again. Uhmar then Follow she below deck.
The next morning, they sail the two hours more to finally few the Fallen Star in all its glory, and indeed The Silver Bloom, the Silver Joy and Island shines iridescent and clear, transluscent and often opaque, as it waves upward away from the water in large, fifty to one-hundred foot tangents; these often smash and rub into each other, and with the humidity and denseness of the air and waters about, fog and mist ignites from the friction of these large tangents, these tentacles, blocking out the sun from much right below, on the waters edge, so close to these otherwordly walls, tentacles and tangents that begin to form some sort of star-like island. Closest to its base, they, with the most keen help from Roland's eagle totem, eyes gifted to him from some bond within an old ritual from his homeland, and he pinpoints that many boats circle about the base, vying for territory and dominance, for canons fire upon two groups to the north, one presumably from the Faces of the King , and the other a large enough fleet to compete for dominance in these waters. Still, others, a large iced longboat tangos upon the waves with three smaller, very-sharped bow shaped, boats.
However, as they wait to receive these details from their good human friend, Roland, the larger iced ship sees the Call, and a horn echoes around the base of the Fall Star, the Bloom Island, and another retorts from far to the north, the same boats firing canons at each other but moments before. They set to full speed ahead at Captain Brimstone's command, and soon they are in range to fire the mangonel, Ilknar and Mila loaded in as ammunition, and as they fly over, Valia takes Roland, and with her magical cape she flicks open a doorway to allow her to transport the 500 feet neede to be just above deck of this giant longboat oaring so viciously toward them.
Ilknar rages, and his giant spirit immolates around him in flesh, in blood, in lightning and giant might. Mila disappears it seems, but in concert with Ilknar, and he focuses one down to near death with his great cleaves of his glaive, she teleports around to five other giants, using the winds themselves to cut through each, severing key vital organs, creating more blood for the giant to bathe in. Valia joins suit, and engages with a troll and giant kin on the bow, and she brings them to their knees as Roland investigates the heart and wearwithal of the Zile slaves apparently rowing for these frost giant captors.
The human gathers himself, and with guile and passion, he convices the Zile, who do not speak his common tongue, to join and rise, to fight for their freedom from the slave masters, the frost giants. Yet, still, more giants rise to face the storm giant barbarian and Mila dancing and casting around him, so G attacks the very synapse connections with in the brains of five giants to distract and waylay their focus, for they are drawing axes he size of small trees, and they will cleave with fervor and with glee.
During this day, as they prepare and wait for this officers' meeting, Mila and Roland train, the former for the duty of her fist and the latter for the anxiety of the crew and their own weapons (are we ready for this?), Aikhon talks with Teyos about her elven past, Valia gets Gyc to help her bind her lost eye to an eyepatch made of fine leathers from his scraps from grips and hilts of other weapons.
In the meeting, they discuss their mangonel strategy as well as a focus on attacking their enemy's sails and crew, and any flying ships will demand a regroup away from the island.
After the meeting, the kegs flow, and ale and music and fun are had by all The Crew of the Horizon's Call , Mila and Kevdae get intimate and go back to the halfling's room, and Brimstone and Ilknar provide the best spectacle of the night: an arm wrestling match. The bout goes to the Captain, who used his experience of grappling to his own advantage; Ilknar the giantkin become too overconfident. Upon losing, Ilknar throws own of Pojin's fine tables into the sea.
Late at night, Aikhon goes to G and through their magical crystal orb, they scry on two important figures. Firstly, Z, of the Men and Black, whom they left stranded on the beaches of Expedition One after an attempted coup and assassination of the new 2nd Mate of the Call, Roland "Odds" . Z is below deck, surrounded by men asleep, storage of mostly weapons, but some food stuffs too. Z has a map unfurled in front her, and her blonde hair, dirty and shambles, like her face with dirt and scars, ash and soot, she covers the map she draws in front of her, drawn only by candlelight, so that even the scry can barely see. However, they are able to discern after a few minutes, Aikhon Treasurer, dragonborn, bard of eloquence and insightful rogue; and G, lost sorcerer, changed and morph, but powerful enough to heal the elementals of this ship's engine with the power of his connection to the Weave--these two are able to discern on the map markers of trolls to the north, To the west and south, markers of different 'monsters' with labels of 10 or so men taken or dead at these locations; then, there is something about an entrance inside the The Silver Bloom, the Silver Joy and Island , this island that fell from the sky, and finally, there is a notation about how the East is no-man's-land. Overrun, or unlivable, drown or burning, it is unclear.
Finally, the scry on Uhmar Rahum , and he simply guides his own warhsip across, but Aikhon intuits, seemingly close to the Fallen Star and its bloomlike island. He eventually is met by Zenrardena Socornel, and she comes up to him, grabs his ass and kisses him, and they talk briefly of a fallen ship, their fallen ship, and how their crew found a place to camp to begin repairs. Seemingly unphased, she pulls the dark-skinned and tattooed figure in for kiss, and we see a green-eyed long dark hair, a scar across her nose, we see her look at his deep blue eyes, grip his harnessed skin, dark with black ink but also a mocha-skin tone, and they kiss again. Uhmar then Follow she below deck.
The next morning, they sail the two hours more to finally few the Fallen Star in all its glory, and indeed The Silver Bloom, the Silver Joy and Island shines iridescent and clear, transluscent and often opaque, as it waves upward away from the water in large, fifty to one-hundred foot tangents; these often smash and rub into each other, and with the humidity and denseness of the air and waters about, fog and mist ignites from the friction of these large tangents, these tentacles, blocking out the sun from much right below, on the waters edge, so close to these otherwordly walls, tentacles and tangents that begin to form some sort of star-like island. Closest to its base, they, with the most keen help from Roland's eagle totem, eyes gifted to him from some bond within an old ritual from his homeland, and he pinpoints that many boats circle about the base, vying for territory and dominance, for canons fire upon two groups to the north, one presumably from the Faces of the King , and the other a large enough fleet to compete for dominance in these waters. Still, others, a large iced longboat tangos upon the waves with three smaller, very-sharped bow shaped, boats.
However, as they wait to receive these details from their good human friend, Roland, the larger iced ship sees the Call, and a horn echoes around the base of the Fall Star, the Bloom Island, and another retorts from far to the north, the same boats firing canons at each other but moments before. They set to full speed ahead at Captain Brimstone's command, and soon they are in range to fire the mangonel, Ilknar and Mila loaded in as ammunition, and as they fly over, Valia takes Roland, and with her magical cape she flicks open a doorway to allow her to transport the 500 feet neede to be just above deck of this giant longboat oaring so viciously toward them.
Ilknar rages, and his giant spirit immolates around him in flesh, in blood, in lightning and giant might. Mila disappears it seems, but in concert with Ilknar, and he focuses one down to near death with his great cleaves of his glaive, she teleports around to five other giants, using the winds themselves to cut through each, severing key vital organs, creating more blood for the giant to bathe in. Valia joins suit, and engages with a troll and giant kin on the bow, and she brings them to their knees as Roland investigates the heart and wearwithal of the Zile slaves apparently rowing for these frost giant captors.
The human gathers himself, and with guile and passion, he convices the Zile, who do not speak his common tongue, to join and rise, to fight for their freedom from the slave masters, the frost giants. Yet, still, more giants rise to face the storm giant barbarian and Mila dancing and casting around him, so G attacks the very synapse connections with in the brains of five giants to distract and waylay their focus, for they are drawing axes he size of small trees, and they will cleave with fervor and with glee.
Rewards Granted
Officers and Sailors are paid.
Report Date
01 Oct 2023
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