Go over to blacktongue.
In a Jittery but dripping with sincerity tone of voice.
....you seem....mad...u-um...captain....can i p-perhaps help you in some way?
She pushes her two index fingers together nervously waiting for a responce.
"You could find me someplace dry," she sneers acidly at you.
((Well that moved a bit too fast. You're making me consider giving up sleep just to be up at the time you do your updating frenzies IronyOwl. 
Stupid timezones.))
((Hehe, sorry about that. Wanted to keep things moving.))
Omuz had been largely silent most of the time since the crash, merely tinkering with a screeching collection of clockwork, muttering about "configuring it for the leylines of a new plane". However, when they boarded the new ship, he suddenly paused and began scrutinizing the gorgon closely, beady eyes narrowing into barely visible slits.
The wind is howling as the other wizards no doubt carefully consider the merits and demerits of the various locations, before Omuz suddenly explodes!
"You worthless pieces of drake dung! You call that an bloody ward!? I've been forced to teach novices who struggle to tell one end from a ward from another who have better workmanship than that! The arrays are all misaligned and the bloody thing is likely to explode if you look at it wrong! Or form a hurricane. Let me show you real craftdwarfship!"
Omuz attempts to improve the rain-ward, enlarging it to cover the entire ship, making it more stable in the process as well.
One of the flesh golems, showing a suspicious amount of autonomy, attempts to loom over the minotaur captain, holding up a hand with six of its seven fingers extended. It's eyes literally scream for the sweet release of death.
[16, Good] The rain ward, at this point failing from lack of power, flares up again. Unfortunately your attempts to make an altered version of your own ward both larger and more stable at the same time is perhaps reaching a bit far, and it ends up exploding, rather ironically, into a minor hurricane, sweeping up all of the water that touches it into a whirlpool around the gorgon.
"WHAT HO! That's the spirit!""Oh fer the...""BLITHERING IMBECIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILE!"[9, Poor] Your motley flesh golem has a bit of difficulty looming over something nine feet tall, and makes unseemly noises as it paws anomalously at the living. The captain claps a giant hand on it, shaking loose a slab of flesh, and gives it a pep talk.
"Now now, ol' chap! Buck up! We've adventure and excitement as far as they eye can see!""ju. J-just as planned." Sjig mutters as he wipes the white residue from his "antivenom powder" off his nose. For once Sjig-Nak seems to be silent as as he boards the ship and stands by during the procedures of looking though all the areas to found their new home, mostly he stares back at the other ship, wishing he could take part in the ongoing traditional banjo celebration. He only starts to perk up near the end, when they pass the hill near the pit full of vile things. "OH! OHOHOHOHOOHOHHHOHHOHOHH! Yes! This is a perfect area for our home it has everything needed by us even such as and including and possibly limited too but also possibly not limited too a large hill to be looking down on others from up on high where our clear superiority is unquestioned because of our geographical hight and also a pit that is full of everything we need for a successful magical adventure though flesh and sinew of creatures of vile darkness and hidden depths that are certainly to be the best possible subjects this shit lousy new world filled with an infinite abundance of hateful rain that someday we must take the war to the gods of water itself to expunge this horrid nonending downfall of fur ruining hate!"
"Ha, see? He's got the right of it!""I suppose we could, ah... that is to say, there's a certain elegance to a hill overlookin some nasty critters..."@Omuz: "Well, you'd have to cut me some slack for that being the first spell I've cast through the Weather element. Your help would be appreciated, though."
Consume the music that's in the air, changing my affinity loadout to Weather and Music as secondary affinities, and <affinity that results from combining music and weather> as a primary affinity.
Vote for the Bulbous Tree.
After the minor setback with your excellent ward, you lean over the rear edge sipping up what music makes it through. It takes a while, but you eventually get Song as your primary affinity.
Oddly nobody seems especially impressed with the vote you call over your shoulder.
I vote for the Bone Tower things.
They seem to consider it.
"Bone Crafts would be interesting, I vote for the bone place."
"Hmph. Another gimmick, I say!""Come now, mustn't carve up your own home! Think of the imposing walls!""Nyehe, of course I would be promoted." Malacent gloated for a while as he continued to follow the group with hurried steps, not taking even a moment to wonder if there was an actual hierarchy he'd benefit from through that act. He was as glad as everyone when they were once more put aboard a non-wrecked ship, and listened with attention as the chosen spots were explained.
"Princess, it might be in your best interests to vote lest your opinion is left by the wayside." he said, trying to convince the gorgon to get out of that depressed state for long enough to speak up for her - and hopefully their - interests. The imp didn't like Gruelfist's favored spot and the minotaur's wasn't his favorite either.
Vote for the second location. Failing that, vote for: third, fifth, sixth.
Getting past the maelstrom of water surrounding her is no easy feat, but you manage to mostly squeeze under it.
[13, Good] Despite being distraught and enraged, this advice seems to focus and animate her. She begins paying notably more attention.
"What quality would be wine be!" she shouts over her own personal river.
"Oh, I imagine nothing special. It is most definitely finer than usual, but in my expert opinion it is merely fine, not truly unique.""What about getting further from the portal?""Inhibits trade, my good lady.""But makes things more sporting, wouldn't you say?"((That's a very impressive update pace.))
"All just a dream. All just a dream. All just.."
Mongo followed the group in shock, muttering his refrain until they were aboard the second ship, where he spent most of the trip staring blankly at the horizon.
"I think the second or third site. We can trade the wine until we can afford a ticket back, or just not build a new lake from our walls."
The minotaur laughs and slaps you on the back.
"A fine jest! Wine may be a fitting drink after a day's work battling the elements and vile creatures of the night, but it's not everything!"Can we build more colonies later?
((In theory, sure.))
The captains continue contemplating sites, but don't seem ready to decide yet.
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