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[retromach]

Cylia d'Sivis sat behind her desk, scribbling furious notes between staring out a telescope and checking a pocketwatch. Her sharp features, sharp black hair, and flickering eyes gave her the usual manic, frantic look of her people and particularly her house. Iridescent silverpurple and black braided patterns down the left side of her neck revealed her as Dragonmarked.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Altheros?" She asked, not pausing her work for even an instant.

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella remains as neutral as always, although she stops preparing the skiff for now. "I am only a small part of the massive undertaking that a self-sufficient ship requires. However, I may know cursory knowledge about a limited set of things. What would you like to know about in particular?"

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan stood on the deck with a smile on his face and one hand raised in a gesture of peace.

[PaPaj]

Altheros in his usual calm voice said "I came in just to ask you to page the crew, becuse apparently there is another ship somewhere nearby, and we have no idea if its gonna attack us or not." and then slowly started to head back to the deck

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[retromach]

"Thanks!" Cylia shouted after Altheros as he left the office.

Attention all crew, Battlestations! The rest of the crew would shortly receive their Message. There are signs of an unknown, alien vessel in the vicinity. It is unknown if they are hostile. Report to stations and secure valuables. I repeat, Battlestations!"

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella was in thought, but that seems to have been interrupted by the battlestations announcement. "When that announcement is given, we are to report to where we best believe we can be of use in battle. I will take position on the uppermost deck to use my longbow most effectively. I do not know your combat style."

Stella will then do that.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[retromach]

One by one, spelljammer sails folded in. The ship swiftly approached the edge of the ring, slowing as the last of the sails closed, and the syberis dragonshard began to lower once more below deck, no longer casting it's light. The ship proceeded under the power of it's elemental ring as it entered the ring - a field of rocks, mostly no larger than a loaf of bread, that seemed to tumble and break against each other. A thin dust shimmered violet in the sunlight, as the ship made it's way up the wake.

Tattered sail began to come into view, along with splintered wood. Over the next twenty minutes travel, as you passed through the ring, you found wreckage enough to account for a galleon's spelljammer sails.

Make Arcana Checks.

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan watched from the deck, hand on his blade as we passed by the damaged sails. "Seems someone met with an unpleasant fate here... At least, their sails did."

(arcana = 4)

[zomara0292]

“Do you think it was those rocks?”
(5)

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella will try to determine if the damage was caused by rock impacts or weapons fire.

[Arcana 4]

[Weirdsound]

Hel-Shredder is too busy looking into space, trying to spot what may have destroyed the other Spelljammer, to be thinking about magical processes.

Roll = 6 (Nat 1)

[TALLPANZER]

Brother Jonathan has no idea what he is looking at.

Arcana d20+1 = 3

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]