The Treasure of Dakhaan (Eberron, Path1) (Inactive)

Game Master EltonJ

You can do the small parts, and we'll move on.

Professor Klarn stands up. "We have a grant that will pay for the expedition," he says. "About 500 platinum pieces worth. All we need is a budget from you."

He means the small parts.

Proposed budget, revised

"I like it," said Professor Klarn. "Is there anything else you need?"

"I think that we're ready otherwise." he says, looking around for signs of agreement.

"Go now?"

"Let's get to it."

OCC: Do we still have our 4th ??

Yes, I believe so.

Getting out of the library and into the field. An expedition funded by the University, so everyone thinks. The task is to find the Golden Scorpion, before anyone else does.

Yep?

Yep.

You find yourselves at one of the docking stations for the flying ships of Lyandar. Your ship leaves in fifteen minutes. It's a good thing you have enough time to make sure you're packed.

Kozzemo had already pack at the guidance of his brother prior to going to the meeting. As his brother's thorough thinking covered if not all then most of the siuations they might encounter. As such once the ship arrives, Kozzemo strides on board and locates the perch for his mount.

The professor boards with his brother. He also begins looking around, noticing the intricate web of elemental control nodes across the ship.

kn:arcana: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

As he examines the design, me murmurs to himself "Mmm, good. Britlethwaite's"

As you all board the ship, the porter closes the doors and locks them. In time, the pilot (who has the mark of storm) activates the ship and it starts to leave. Nothing but clear sailing from here on out. No storms on the way, and certainly no Hurricanes in the forcast.

Sharn was also enjoying the dry season.

Do we have our new character yet?

The ship begins to leave pulling away at a pace that was somewhat of a slow drift, the visual expanse of the port side rotating away from the overlook of Sharn towards the lower city and the environments beyond to the horizon. The feel of the speed starting to increase slowly as the ship began to gain steam is quite the feeling...

The shouts of the crew are not something that typically accompanies it.

Several crew are gathered around one of the mooring lines, others are looking over the side even as the ship continues its departure. Shouts and cheers are part of the display, sounds of disbelief and encouragement are definitely able to be heard, rising and turning to cheers shortly thereafter.

The cheers subside as a couple of the sailors charged with keeping order arrive, the crowd parting to show a female half-orc sitting and leaning back against the railing, panting heavily. A pack and its equipment is strapped on her back and a wide grin is part of the expression of disbelief, but the laughter is certainly relieved.
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Climb+Daring: 1d20 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 6 + (6) = 23
Daring Explode: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Daring ExExplode?: 1d6 ⇒ 2
31 total. That is definitely workable.

Dakaal will clap along with the others. It was an impressive feat. "On time as usual, Mira?" he says with a grin.

Kozzemo in the meanwhile had been busy getting Golin'Kurar his Dragonhawk settled in and ready for the flight. Additional ariel mounts that could be used in defense were always appreciated on Skyships but they did require a bit of extra work on the riders behalf to get them positioned for flight as did mean bringing them inside the ship and closing the exterior doors.

Nothing but clear sailing from here on out. No storms on the way, and certainly no Hurricanes in the forcast.

...This sounds like a suspiciously clear declaration.

Ivo tries to grab the best bunk he can before anybody else gets to them. Last time he loaded onto an airship he'd ended up on the bottom bunk and frequently thought they'd been subjected to a chemical warfare attack.

Ivo tries to grab the best bunk he can before anybody else gets to them. Last time he loaded onto an airship he'd ended up on the bottom bunk and frequently thought they'd been subjected to a chemical warfare attack.

You're bunking with goblins. There is no safe bunk.

"On time as usual, Mira?" he says with a grin.

It was a few seconds of blinking and breathing before she felt like her heart was somewhere back in the vicinity of her chest, and she was not in fact hallucinating before she hit the ground. "Aheh... You know me Professor!"

That in and of itself was a bit of an understatement. Shey was the cuplrit of a number of "accidentally on purpose" incidents that could have made her quite notorious if they had been done intentionally. As it was, it was a wonder that her pack had not fallen open or any number of other mishaps save whatever occurred to have her nearly miss the ship and end up climbing one of the mooring ropes.

As the airship moves through the sky to the south, towards Stormreach, you pass by some clouds. The airship is controlled by Lyrandar, and while regular flights towards Stormreach (and back) are rare, you at last feel comfortable enough in your cabins.

Two days later, you find yourselves docking at Stormreach.

As they arrive, the Professor is all business. He begins searching for a boat to take them towards the exploration site. They were already behind and had to catch up.

OCC: Was it not decided to all fly there?

Kozzemo, having spent the voyage mostly with the animals on board or his brother, gets his supplies and Golin'Kurar his Dragonhawk then departs from the ship.

nope, the money available was for both us and the follow-up expedition. Now that that's cleared up, we need to deal with the transport more mudanely.

As it turned out, the majority of the gear that Mira brought with her was reference materials. Maps, traveler's guides, regional flora and fauna notes, even accounts of prior travelers that had been along this way. For all that they were travelling to a somewhat known destination, Mira did not want to leave things to chance. While on the ship, incidents(or accidents) were thankfully kept to a minimum, but it was obvious that she was more "study" than "practice".

Once disembarked, she was carrying what she could to assist, she trailed after the Professor, leafing through a book on the local area for any insights, eyes down in the book almost as much as they were looking around to compare against their surroundings. This was a new place, and that meant new things, but more importantly— new books and scrolls! The smile would not disappear from her face as she kept up, easily dodging the press of individuals with half of her attention.