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[Weirdsound]

"Beer? Holy wine?"

Mr. Shredder falls silent for a brief second, before quickly returning to his usual hammy self, "Now that sounds like religion that even a Hobgoblin can get behind! And here I thought you monks were supposed to prevent the rest of us from having fun. Not only do *cool* Silver Flamers exist, but I managed to hire one! This is going to be an awesome trip!"

The Hobgoblin gives his new co-worker a friendly clap on the back, before his head abruptly swivels around and he begins to yell at the dock workers, who are still moving far too slow for his liking. "HEY! DAWDDLE ON YOUR OWN TIME! HOUSE LYRANDAR DOSN'T PAY YOU TO PISS AROUND THE DOCKS! GET A MOVE ON! BACK IN GHAAL'DAR WE FEED WORKERS AS SLOW AS YOU LOT TO THE FUCKING BUGBEARS!"

[retromach]

The last of the crew loaded on (including a few characters still in the works). A whistle was blown. Cylia d'Sivis' voice filled the ship, clearly audible in every room and on the deck at an ordinary conversational tone. "Attention all passengers and crew, the Astral Kraken is now departing. Over the next four hours we will be gaining altitude before coming up on dawn as we cross over the Lhazaar Sea. At that time, we will have sufficient altitude to safely deploy Spelljammer Sails. If you would like to be paged at that time, please report to the communications tower."

For those on the deck, the journey visibly began, with the high tower slowly fading away behind you. The ship moved slowly at first, and within a few minutes, was moving away from the city about twice as fast as a man can sprint. A sea of lights below and above surrounded the ship, broken only as it passed beside the Skyway, where a small crowd had gathered to watch the ship take off from a pleasant public park.

The Astral Kraken traveled mostly upwards. The air remained relatively still, thanks to the enchantments, with just enough of a breeze for Kayto d'Lyrandar's jacket to be swept dramatically back as he gripped the Wheel of Wind and Water, a brass and darkwood ship's wheel with a Syberis Dragonshard the size of a wedding cake at it's center.

[JaxtalMK2]

"Hmm.. I think I will go report in actually. I'd suggest you do as well Sormias, It's quite the sight watching the sails deploy.. and even if that's less interesting, there's always a nice view from that far up." Dullahan said in a kind tone, turning a bit to start heading off.

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[Cynicalwhovian]

Stella, apparently having decided that nobody looked too suspicious, she'll report to the communications tower. Surveying the sails should be useful in case she needs to pilot the ship at some point.

[Weirdsound]

Mr. Shredder remains on deck, posting himself near Kayto and the wheel to watch the various going-ons aboard the ship. He would likely stretch his legs and do one final inspection of the enchantments before the sails deployed, but for now his obsessive nature was sated by the joy of flight. It was good to be in the air again.

[retromach]

Sharn: the City of Towers

The city glowed behind the ship as you flew off, and mostly up.

[LordPorkins]

From below the deck a gaunt, black-coat clad figure emerged.

"I am looking for a... Ms... Velcrosse."

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[LordPorkins]

The pale, thin man walks right up to her

"Excellent. I am Fyodor Saltzsvits. I have been sent by the Order of the Silver Flame to investigate you on the premises of being associated with foul majiks, summoning a blasphemous abomination into our world, or possibly being said despicable abomination. Unfortuanely, due to decisions by my superiors, I am not allowed to detain you until more information is discovered about this sub-cult within our church. You are, from now on. My Ward. If you attempt to corrupt anyone on this vessel, I shall know of it, and I will make it known just how much pleasure I can derive from detaining one such as you. Our Cabin is the one closest to the boiler. Good day."

With that, Fyodor pivots and walks back down

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[LordPorkins]

The man halts briefly. Then continues walking.
"Very well. I shall transport my things."

[JaxtalMK2]

Dullahan walked over, having first headed to the spire. He'd look back at the man, then over to Sormias. "What was that about? He seemed a rather dour one."

[Trissy-Tama]

[Redacted at request]

[JaxtalMK2]

"Roomies? As far as I was aware everyone was given separate rooms.... quite strange. Well, I suppose if you want to share, then that's all fine. But do let me know if he becomes a pest." You could almost hear the smile in his tone. "Something else about warforged, even when we're resting we're still fully alert. And it does tend to unnerve, a giant metal knight standing there staring at you all night long."