Sharlestran Plague Runs pt 1 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/9/477
Log
Early evening with light rain. Mirana waits next to the airship with an umbrella in her hand. She was really starting to think that she was spending too much time here, waiting for those around, instead of off tending to other things. But, such is life when trying to lead a start up. This time, a red breasted robin the captain of the ship. "Everything is ready for the trip to Shralesta Lady Solacious, though are you sure? The ride will be choppy at best with the incoming storm." He says, Mira giving a wave of her hand, "If choppy air is enough to stop my crew, then they shouldn't go at all." She says. The robin shurgs.
Siyu stands in his suit, it's a lighter tan color now, since we're going to be going to the desert. He has added a peacloak to it though, the symbol of Hands of Dawn upon his back. He will watch the supplies getting stowed. "That is enough herbs, bandages, spell equipment and my strips too." We have alcemical sets, masks, gloves, all manner of potions and tonics...I hope I have planned for everything." he sighs. "We have no idea what we ware walking into. Yet it must be done." he looks over towards the dock. "I have one volunteer so far. Rokarion, I imagine he will be here shortly, as for any others I do not know." the rodent lets the rain drip off his cloak.
The young plant being rushes towards the airship, slowing down as he comes nearer to the loading area. Still in his usual attire of a body covering heavy cloak, Rokarion walks the final steps towards the rodent and the vixen, he gives a polite and slight bow of his head, "Lady Solacious, Mister Gang Xi Siyu. I think I have prepared myself enough for this trip. Are you waiting on any other volunteers Mister Siyu?" Rokarion says in his usual calm and polite tone, his natural jamsine scent wafting around him.
Along the docks walks an increasingly familiar figure, a large pack upon her back. Peering out from under the hood of her scaled robe towards where the airship sits. "Sylera reporting!" The betta calls out as she approaches. Uncertain of the visibility in the rain what with all the activity of loading but continuing on till she is near the others. "I see that I am not too late, I fear Ser'ther's blessing will be sorrowfully needed during this task."
Angus adjusts the brim of his hat as the rain comes steadily down, his golem curled around his shoulders as he walks up to both Siyu and Mirana to give them a nod. "Guessing this is the ship to Sharlesta?" He asks quietly before turning his gaze over to the ship....and swallowing slowly as he realizes they are going to be flying
Thelergramor makes his way towards the airship while whistling a dreary tune; coatless and otherwise shirtless. Shralesta is a desert, apparently. Multiple scars on the torso, marring his grey-green scales. Currently in basilisk form, the serpent is careful to not look too directly at anyone. Wearing his plague mask, hat and pants. Because pants are necessary. The lizard is equipped with several daggers, a high quality shortbow, and a small crossbow that would normally be concealed under the coat he isn't wearing; probably won't need them. "So. Plague. Panic in the streets, or silent death? Or do we not know yet?" Hasn't been paying attention to it, really.
Mirana looks first to SIyu, then around to Roka, Sylera, next Angus and Thelergramor. "Thank you all for coming, and I guess it goes without saying that you should all be exceptionally careful. We found this substance," She pulls out from her pack sitting beside her, groaning a bit from bending over, "in the tea of one of our councilmen. This isn't some ordanrary illness, and judging from the fact only those who drank tea made from this became ill, I'd doubt that this can spread like a cold would." She says. Eyeing Angus, she gives a hard look, then Thelergramor, "There are some masterful healers among your, and accomplished warriors as well. But that does not mean caution should not be taken." She says.
The robin speaks up next, "Let's go! There is a storm brewing up and I'd rather out run it if we can. Everything is loaded up."
Siyu watches as people come. There is a nod to all as the motions them up the gangplank to the airship. "The whole ship is ours. Please, you may each take a cabin, and I thank you for coming. Hopefully soon we will be lifting off. We have food, supplies, potable water. Hopefully everything we need. I prepared as best I could. I offer you thanks again." he clears his throat. "Once you are settled and we are off we should gather to discuss what it is we might face..." he bows to Mirana, "I thank you Lady Mirana." not expecting her to come, getting ready to depart via the airship.
Mirana leans a bit over to Angus, whispering.
Rokarion nods, "Indeed caution will be my utmost priority. And hopefully we will manage to find if your theory is correct." Rokarion then moves up the plank, and says to Siyu, "By the way Mister Siyu, I would ask for two leather flasks of water, when we arrive. I think I might need them." With that Rokarion follows Siyu into the ship.
Sylera nods to the others before eying the item that Mirana pulls out, trying to memorize how it looks. "A.... Poison?" The betta taps her chin. "If I may... I might like a portion of that to test how it might be purified. If not by physical means then perhaps by the spirits, which would be problematic I'd take any solution to help where I was born." At the mention of out running the storm however she happily crosses up the gangplank to add her own supplies to what's already on board.
Angus cocks an eyebrow at Mirana, giving her a soft smile as he steps back. "I have no idea what you are talking about dear sister." He teases her, tail flicking a bit as he looks to the substance in her hand before he turns to Siyu, nods, before he walks up the ramp.
Thelergramor is mostly expressionless behind his mask while he is observed, wondering what the whispering was about. Deciding it's none of his business, he speaks: "Caution. Right. Good luck with that." The basilisk smirks, then advances up onto the airship; remembering the last time he was on one of these. It resulted in a hangover the next day. He continues whistling that same dreary tune.
With everyone on board, Mira passes the substance to Sylera as she passes. Everyone on, the ship sets sail! It is indeed choppy, very rough, anyone without great experience or some innate ability would find themselves quite seasick within the hour, and it only gets worse as they set up into the sky! The robin can be heard shouting, "Great work men and women! Let's keep this boat in the air! Keep the port side up!"
