[Beta | Airship]
Upon entering, the party would suddenly feel the effects of the wind, several aircraft revved up with pilots in place. Each had room for two beside the pilot, although putting Jewel with a giant was probably weight enough. The floor angled and with a whirr, the spirits of air contained in the craft began to exert their power completely, dropping out of the airship.
At first, the oncoming storm whipped the formation high, scattering them, before blowing into a steady current of wind the craft fought against, shaking with turbulence. After a tense moment when the small craft signaled a descent, they spiraled down in loops, using the wind to slow. As the craft grew nearer to the ground, the weather seemed to calm - in comparison to a gusty half-frozen dark grey hell punctuated by lighting, the edge of the wall seemed to be a grey drizzle.
Anyone looking out the window would see ant-sized figures below, but only momentarily - by the time the aircraft formation had come to a shuddering halt, the party, somewhat rattled and possibly bruised from the flight, would have overshot the enemies waiting to abush them by at least a day's travel.
On the other hand, it sure was a dry desert. It had drank up all the stormwall had given it and remained parched. The Giants merely pointed in the direction of the village, not caring to go along. Their job was in the sky, and they intended to find their airship again - or, at least, find a new captain.