Session 20230921 Air-boat to Plenilune
General Summary
Bertrum's Journal
Dear diary,
As the air-boat sailed forth from Resplendent Peak, I couldn't help but ponder the peculiar northern course we undertook. South West, I thought, was the path to Plenilune, our intended destination. Yet, Fate's hand guided us toward an uncharted sojourn.
During the night's silent journey, Fear Eater and I engaged in discourse regarding their tenets and aspirations. Their dream, noble and fervent, sought to reshape our world's fate—placing Solars at the helm, instead of the Dragon-Blooded hierarchy.
My ever-curious mind, like a diligent blacksmith at his forge, examined the intricate workings of the air-boat. Feather steel, an exotic material, formed the vessel's structure, and spider silk, a robust and airtight fabric, adorned its sails. These marvels granted the Haslanti aeronautical mastery. In these cunning designs, I saw potential, dreaming of crafting similar wonders with a touch of my own sorcery.
To my chagrin, Nightshade, in her impulsive pursuit of trinkets, infiltrated the cargo hold. Among her ill-gotten treasures lay a sample of the precious spider silk. My longing to examine it was eclipsed only by my wish for her to refrain from actions that might strain our alliance.
At a remote frozen bay, we replenished our vessel with the sacred fuel of whales—whale oil. There, I espied soldiers equipped with compact versions of the ship's impressive weaponry—a form of mechanical bow with arrows poised for swift release. These armaments, a marvel of engineering, promised power and ease of use for common soldiers. Refuelled and resupplied, we charted a course Southwestward, towards the township of Icehome, where we briefly disembarked to transfer to another vessel. Then, onwards to Plenilune we sailed, through days of uneventful travel. In Plenilune's embrace at last, Fear Eater granted us liberty to explore its grandeur. Yet, his path led to Larkbright, the island district that served as the city's political and opulent core. We chose to accompany him through the city's bustling thoroughfares. Plenilune's imposing gates, vigilantly guarded, imposed a toll for passage. Fear Eater's seal, however, opened them like a sorcerer's incantation. Once ensconced in our palace abode, I ventured into the bustling markets, acquiring bolts of silk for the crafting of garments. The bitter cold necessitated enchanted warmth, a spell gifted to me by the wise Beloved Intercessory. I fashioned suits not only for our party but also for Mufasa and our whimsical Pixie companions.
The eve brought an extravagant dinner, masterminded by Fear Eater, with none other than the city's governor, Raneth of Diamond Hearth. A kindred spirit, Raneth was both an artisan and an enchanter, a Twilight Solar. Our shared passions ignited a fast friendship, and when I revealed the dream loom artifact I had recently wrought, he insisted on its purchase, offering a princely sum. My heart yielded, for I could always craft another. On the morrow, my tasks are clear. A townhouse in Larkbright, a breastplate of reinforced steel, and fine short-swords shall be my pursuits. This city, where the light of Solar glory shines brightly and identities need not be cloaked in shadow, has begun to captivate my heart. The dreams of its inhabitants may yet become my own, for a brighter future beckons, crafted with the hands of Solars.
Yours,
Bertrum Blumenthall
At a remote frozen bay, we replenished our vessel with the sacred fuel of whales—whale oil. There, I espied soldiers equipped with compact versions of the ship's impressive weaponry—a form of mechanical bow with arrows poised for swift release. These armaments, a marvel of engineering, promised power and ease of use for common soldiers. Refuelled and resupplied, we charted a course Southwestward, towards the township of Icehome, where we briefly disembarked to transfer to another vessel. Then, onwards to Plenilune we sailed, through days of uneventful travel. In Plenilune's embrace at last, Fear Eater granted us liberty to explore its grandeur. Yet, his path led to Larkbright, the island district that served as the city's political and opulent core. We chose to accompany him through the city's bustling thoroughfares. Plenilune's imposing gates, vigilantly guarded, imposed a toll for passage. Fear Eater's seal, however, opened them like a sorcerer's incantation. Once ensconced in our palace abode, I ventured into the bustling markets, acquiring bolts of silk for the crafting of garments. The bitter cold necessitated enchanted warmth, a spell gifted to me by the wise Beloved Intercessory. I fashioned suits not only for our party but also for Mufasa and our whimsical Pixie companions.
The eve brought an extravagant dinner, masterminded by Fear Eater, with none other than the city's governor, Raneth of Diamond Hearth. A kindred spirit, Raneth was both an artisan and an enchanter, a Twilight Solar. Our shared passions ignited a fast friendship, and when I revealed the dream loom artifact I had recently wrought, he insisted on its purchase, offering a princely sum. My heart yielded, for I could always craft another. On the morrow, my tasks are clear. A townhouse in Larkbright, a breastplate of reinforced steel, and fine short-swords shall be my pursuits. This city, where the light of Solar glory shines brightly and identities need not be cloaked in shadow, has begun to captivate my heart. The dreams of its inhabitants may yet become my own, for a brighter future beckons, crafted with the hands of Solars.
Yours,
Bertrum Blumenthall
Report Date
21 Sep 2023