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!"
Siyu lets everyone get settled, let's everyone gather up afterwards and he bows his head, "All right." He clears his throat, "All right. As of right now we are assuming the affliction in Shrlestra is a poison. The symptoms exhibited by the councilbeing mimicked that of the Fever to the letter. This is currently my theory. Recently the merchant Harkonsen stated that Sharlestra were already working with him to expand their desalinaztion plant. Given the spider robots that were attempting to sabatoge the merchant vessel, the rogue Creator's we have had to fight, and the reapperence of the Shadows...my current theory is that a Creator has introduced a poison into the desalinaztion plant expansion." he nods. "I have no evidence for this however. It is just a theory. Likewise it could very well be Old ones and their followers. With all five working together we do not know what they are capable of. And they have been very quiet. They could have also introduced the poison. Even so." he pauses. "I am basing these ideas on the fact that the poison we found in Sweetwater is the same thing as in Shrlestra. It seems very odd that you would poison a whole city...and then casually use it to assasinate an unimportant minister. It could be completely unrelated...and we are in fact dealing with a fever." he clears his throat. "Those were my ideas reguarding this plauge. But I would caution not assuming anything...does anyone else have any information to add, or any theories to put out." he motions, "Though I would suggest we keep these ideas to ourselves. Or as limited as possible. If such theories turned into accusations and they spread amoung the common populace we could find ourselves in an angry mob." he nods, "Again I thank you for coming. There will be danger I would imagine, and I thank you for wishing to help"
Rokarion sits in the conference room, unaffected by the height diziness might be due to some genetic quirk. He has his notebook in his hand, and he is scribbling something down, having discussed all of this with Siyu earlier, he sees nothing else to add. Rokarion glances Sylera and then says in his usual tone, "May you pass the poison? I want to have a look on it."
Sylera takes the sample from Mira gladly, though not without handling it gingerly and a quiet thanks, as she boards. "I shall make sure the others stay safe from whatever this is." Eying it before heading towards a cabin to stow her things away. Coming back to whatever common area there is for passengers that keeps them out of the way of the crew the betta settles in to listen to Siyu's conjectures. Body rolling easily with the rough traveling. "That is... Well either possibility is horrendous to comprehend. That said if it is the Old Ones it should be easy enough to ascertain... I and Angus at least have the potential to bring our patron to the fore and He might even beable to lead us to the taint Old Ones or not." She pauses. "Though I do hope it's not a Creator and Old One working together..."
Sylera also passes the 'poison' to Rokarion reluctantly.
As soon as Angus gets onto the boat he heads directly below deck, looking for a place to bunker down and stay away from windows until the they touch down at the docks over in Sharlesta.
"Desalinization plants? What?" Thelergramor mumbles to himself; tunes out after those words. "Hmm... I'm hungry." As Siyu had continued to speak, the basilisk pulls his mask down, takes a semi cooked potato from his pockets. Then, gets hit with a bit of seasickness; shakes it off easily enough, but doesn't look too good. Is greener than he was a few minutes ago. Tries to eat; gnawing a bit on his potato. Tunes back into Siyus monologue at around the point of 'limited as possible.' Missed the important bits. Is more concerned that that vial of, er, whatever it was wasn't locked in a vault. He yawns, walks off, trying to enjoy his potato.
Discussion abound! The storm continues to rage though, getting worse and worse... but as the ship flies along, out in the distance, someone spots something! "Is.. that a.. raven?" Asks the robin as he tries to get a better look. His question gets no answer as they start to fly away... and something else starts to fly toward the ship! Quite a few something elses! "INCOMING!" Shouts the captain, but the ship has no cannons, and wasn't manned for combat!
Siyu grunts as no one is going to add comments, oh dear this isn't...this isn't good. He will give a groan, and feeling sick, he has to go below decks. The rodent will start to heave heavily, and go sick. Unable to do anything, unable to talk.
Rokarion takes the bag of poison, and locks at it closely, turning it left to write and seeing how the liquid moves inside it. He juts down some more notes on his notebook, before giving Sylera the littlebag back, "I don't think we will have time to test it." Suddenly the voice of the robin catches him, and he moves towards the deck. As he moves upwards, Rokarion's body starts getting brighter as he moves towards the stormy deck, and soon enough after some concentration his head is glowing like that of a lantern. Not knowing what was comming, but preparing for the worst Rokarion mentally finished the equations and summoned a water elemental, the pouch with the spell on him helping him with that. The water droplets and the small puddles on the deck soon start moving together until an averag sized sphere of water forms up near Rokarion.
Sylera looks about, a look of mild regret upon her face, and various people seem to... Take exception to all the extra movement that the ship is undergoing. "Oh... I should have brought some medicine for that..." Accepting the poison back from Rok. At the call of incoming however the betta bolts upright, grabbing her things before heading topside. Peering outward she squints against the darkness. "Oh... I hope this works." A deep breath is taken, the fish becoming more feathery somehow, before she raises her voice in song. Facing towards whatever is coming towards them.
Angus perks his ears up as the ship gets prepared for battle, which doesn't really put the fox at much ease as he looks down at Mister. "So much for a peaceful trip right?" He comments, not really expecting a response as the fox makes his way back up to above deck. And when he does he stares in the same direction everyone else is.....just staring for a moment before he pulls a white steel pistol from his belt and cocks it. "What in the name of the creators is that?"
Thelergramor is less than concerned by this development, as he is by most developments. "And here I was hoping to eat a potato in peace." Thel puts the spud back in his pocket. He glares at the approaching... things... Hoping his petrifying gaze will do something to them while simultaneously readying his crossbow for a shot.
Between Thelergramor and Sylera's powers, a few of the attacking creatures break off, but as they get closer and closer, between the light of Rokarion and their nearness, it is easy to tell these are not cackles or any other such easy thing... but elementals! Made of mist, some combonation of air and water! Those not completely diswayed by the Sacred Family powers being their assult! Battering upon the ship! Assulting the crew! Some attacking the passangers!
