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The Skies have no Limit
Captain Lockheart:
Lockheart stares up at the Bartender. And smiles.
Lockheart: " I knew i recognised that face! Your Plasma right?, took the finishing shot at the Burning "Wyvern" if i can remember corectly?"
Lockheart takes a long gulp of his drink.
Lockheart: "That was a goood fight. Ha! So, what brought you to Cathedral?, and what happened to Everyone else?"
BdrLineAzn:
Cathedral
--Wild Winds Inn--
(Lockheart)
" I knew i recognised that face! Your Plasma right?, took the finishing shot at the Burning Wyvern if i can remember correctly? That was a goood fight. Ha! So, what brought you to Cathedral?, and what happened to Everyone else?"
Plasma makes a mug of his own and leans on the counter to remember the battle that took place months before.
(Plasma)
"Yeah, and I remember that moment. That Galleon did take a beating, hehe, it just needed a well placed merc shot and a ramming Pyra to take it down. "
He takes another sip and continues to answer Lockheart's question.
(Plasma)
"Well after the battle, I gave my registration and had my reasons to leave. Mostly because I don't want to deal with the 'Council' and how they run things. But the others? Hehe, looks like Zill and Yiski gotten bounties on their heads, I don't know exactly where they are, but all I know that no one will get those bounties. I believe Spoon is still here, maybe still upstairs. Oh and BdrLine was here earlier, but he and his group left yesterday. Currently they found out some sort of covert plan to take over the Guild by some Yeshan leaders.".
Sips.
(Plasma)
"By the looks of it, you ran into some rough trouble. Care to tell what happen?"
BdrLineAzn:
Narrator
The day rolls on as Plasma and Lockheart chatter amongs themselves at the Inn. As the sun sets, Lockhear bids farewell to Plasma to check up with his ships and crews. Plasma and the others with him at the Inn then starts to set the dining room back and ready for night and guest to arrive who are staying.
As for the others in the city, they soon head in for the night. But for those who are traveling through the air on their various mission, there is no rest for the wicked as they watch vigilant in the areas surrounding them.
End of Day 12
Start of Day 13
Piemanlives:
--Landmark, Mid Morning--
Their ship docked the next day, out of sight in one of the cities older docks. After a quick change of clothes, Reagan, Edwards and Walker disembarked the ship, hopefully fitting in with the local populace the three of them entered the main streets.
Edwards
"How long do you think till they arrive?"
Reagan
"A day or two? Maybe later this evening."
Edwards
"We can only hope huh?"
Walker
"Alright, we should probably find a place to stay, preferably near where we left the ship, Reagan, you get hold up in the docks and keep a watch for their arrival, Edwards with me, let's find an inn."
The three of them went their separate ways as they made for their destinations.
--Outskirts of Landmark--
The fleet had risen early and made for full speed straight for Landmark as soon as they were able, Commodore Gates ordered his crews with the skill and patience expected of him. Lieutenant Ashikaga came up from below deck as the city drew closer in sight.
Lieutenant Ashikaga
"Soon, we'll have time to rest, soon."
Commodore Gates
"Worn out like the rest of us eh?"
Lieutenant Ashikaga
"More so, I spend most of my night's worrying something else will go wrong."
Commodore Gates
"Well, at least we'll have a fair bit of down time while we're in the city, probably have time to find a place to have a bit of shut eye."
Crewman
"Sir, estimate 50 minutes till we're within city limits."
Commodore Gates
"Thank you, as you were."
Crewman
"Sir!"
With a smart salute he went back to his duties. Gates felt old again, older then he had during his time in Firnfeld, it happened on occasion, at times he felt like the old man who didn't know when to give up. He climbed a ladder and sat looking towards the city.
Commodore Gates
"Maybe after this I should retire, take up residence in some sleepy town, live out the rest of my days in quiet peace."
He'd had his fair share of battles, maybe it was time to step down.
Time passed and soon the fleet began docking procedures as they drifted down towards the city.
Captain Lockheart:
-- CATHEDRAL --
Early Morning, the " Yeshan Dragon " and its 2 Squid scouts were moored up at the docks. The early morning sunrise washing the ships with a soft yellow light. The Brass colored hulls of the Squids gleaming. The Shadow of the Galleon was cast on to the Dock along with the mimics of all the other ships moored up...
Lockheart: " How long till were ready to sail NOW, Fadeshade?"
Fadeshade scratched his stubble...
Fadeshade: " Well, considering its been 5 hours since we were meant to set off. I'd say anytime soon but your chief engineer insists the engines wont be able to take the Kerosene without them draining and cleaning them all again Now... So maybe" *he checks his Pocket-watch* " It started several hours ago so i'd say in 15 minutes time... and even if they don't finish we'll leave anyway..."
Lockheart: " Good. See to it that they are as clean as possible for a entire, kerosene fueled, Journey to Averna... I'm cutting a several day voyage to a 2 day voyage, and it doesn't come without its risks..." * Glances out to the waking city* " I'll go sign our leaving with the Dock manager."
Lockheart jogs down the gangplank towards the Dock Manager as he did his rounds in the morning.
--AVERNA, CHALADON, LOCKHEARTS FAMILY MANOR--
Just before Noon still morning, Adrian Lockheart sits in his walled garden at the back of his house. The Grey stone wall of his neighboring house taking one side of the Garden, His own house occupying 2 more with the 4th left open to the high sky, looking out over the plains of Chaladon the bright green fields, and dense forests. It was high up since Averna was partially built on a Great Black rock that has thrust out of the ground like a spear. At the open side there was a set of steps leading down the half mountainside, half House foundations. To a set of 4, large arches carved into to rock. Decorated with fancy masonry, inside each of the four, one of the 4 Family airships sat. 3 of them Ornate Galleons painted White and Grey with Silver and shiny Steel trimmings and decorations, the figureheads of them eagles with outstretched wings. There sat the " Black Storm" , " Frost Bringer" and "Hoarfrost".
The fourth ship was Longer and Wider than a Galleon but, shorter in height. It boasted 2 heavy guns on each side on the Bottom deck and on its extremely shallow middle deck, 3 mercury field guns on each side poked out of Gun slots on each of the ships sides. On the Raised Sterncastle there was another Mercury gun on either side and on the Raised Forecastle there was a Hwacha on a turntable. The Manticore heads replaced with Eagles heads in Silver. Wings embossed on the side of the Ammunition loaders. It was the "Winter" the pride of the families fleet. Each private dock secured by Heavy Iron Doors only open-able from using either a key in the guard-post by the stairs or Adrians Study directly. Outside of those there were Private docks for Lockhearts trading ships, escorts, military vessels and Guests. It was empty today, but expecting Arrivals.
Adrian: " Alexander get over here!"
Alexander appeared from behind a green curtain of a Willow tree. Sword in hand.
Alexander: " Yes Father?"
Adrian: "What time are we awaiting our guests?"
Alexander scratched his chin. " I told them 1 O'Clock sharp, you have around 2 hours yet.."
Adrian: " Yes but i like sitting in our Garden... Its peaceful.."
A Servant interrupts the two.
Servant: " Sir, a telegraph arrived from Gerris Townsend late last night. " The servant produced the Telegraph and passes it to Adrian. " It reads that your son is safe, and just encountered some bandit trouble. He will have set sail for Averna early this morning using Kerosene to half journey times to 2 days... Master Julius also requests that you dispatch word to his Wife immediately to tell her of his return."
Adrian studies the message with his own eyes before placing it on the table beside him.
Servant: " Will m'lord be wanting any telegraphs or couriers dispatched?"
Adrian patted his belly " yes, yes... send a courier to Cecelia immediatley telling her of Julius' arrival.. Thank you. You have my leave to go.."
The servant bowed and was on his way to the door when he turned.
Servant: " Oh, And will His Lordship be taking his guests in the Parlour?"
Adrian: " No, I think i'll receive them here in the Garden.. Bring out a few more chairs. And get the cooks to ready some Tea and a light lunch.. I don't know how many i should expect."
The Servant nodded and left, as did Alexander, he went back to sparring at the other end of the garden. Adrian sat sipping tea in his chair as the sun carried on to rise in front of him.
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