The Skies have no Limit

[Oliver Colt]

Cathedral Docks

(Lilith)
"Look sis, it's the Galleon!"

She's 21 years old, but her voice and personality are those of a little girl. She's too innocent, trying to help everyone and getting in trouble for it. Like all people in this wrecked world were as good as she is.

Her sister, however, identical twins as they are, couldn't be any more different.

(Elizabeth)
"Isn't it the same one you pointed out to me 3 times already?"

(Lilith)
"It's just so pretty!"

(Elizabeth)
"You say that about every Galleon."

(Lilith)
"They're so pretty..."

Lilith is the only family she's got left, though. Elizabeth sighs and forgets the topic.

(Thomas)
"We still need to find a place to stay."

The engie says that as he comes out of their ship, trying to fix up his grease-stained shirt. He sounds as enthusiastic about this adventure as he did when he was told to repair the ship when they first found it, almost completely destroyed in the ruins of their old hometown. Now it's a fairly decent Junker that still doesn't have a name, but is commonly referred to as That Old Piece of Junk.

(Elizabeth)
"You tell me all the damn things I already know. We can ask around, see what we see. We've done it before."

Oliver jumps out of the ship, and cleaning the oil off his hands with a rag walks towards Lilith, who had gone a little too far off the path to look at god-knows-what.

(Oliver)
"Lilith, stick behind your sister."

(Elizabeth)
"What about me?"

(Oliver)
"Nothing!"

(Lilith)
"Fine, but I'll be bored."

And so they walk towards the first group of people they can encounter, to ask them where ever they could spend the night.

[Piemanlives]

--Garrow Docks--

1 hour later

The crew had gathered on the docks, Alex looked over them as they sat near the ships mooring. It had been a rough few days but things were at least moving forward. An announcement came over the intercom, a ship from the far end of the dock sounded its horn and disconnected from the dock as it set off for parts unknown. Again the intercom sounded and the fleets 4 remaining goldfish disembarked, holding station a respectable distance from the dock. Hearing foot steps behind him he turned to see their passenger join them as they waited the call to disembark. He watched as she approached Lorena, taking something out of her satchel, it was a folded coat, she quickly thanked her and a took a seat, her luggage sitting on the table. Richard sat near him and ordered some water before turning to him.

Richard
"So, what's the agenda?"

Alex
"Making up for lost time, instead of making for Orrington, we'll be heading straight for Serenity Bay through the Oblivion Flats, and from there we'll be flying for Farona, meaning we'll be in the air for a solid 18 to 20 hours."

Richard sighed.

Richard
"So we'll be arriving at noon?"

Alex
"Around then if nothing gets in our way."

The intercom screeched on again.

Intercom
"Vessel 23-13a, you are cleared to disembark."

Reynold
"That's us, lets get moving cap."

Alex
"Right, alright everyone, begin disembarking procedures."

The crew left their seats and made for the ship, Amelia was allowed on board first to make herself comfortable while they worked. Preston and Lorena went below deck to get the engines warmed up. Alex and Richard took a position near the helm as Travis and Reynold began releasing the ropes holding them to the dock. as Dahlia and Phillip came on board the boarding bridge was lifted, the final ropes where released and they began ascending, near them CMS Herald was released from its mooring, the fleets one spire came up from behind them as the three vessels finally formed with the rest of the fleet, they had less forces than when they left, but they still had a mission to complete, and then subsequently get payed. Richard took the helm and took a position on the starboard side of the galleon, a goldfish came up next to them. The other three goldfish took up the port side and the spire took up it's overwatch position to back and above the galleon. Richard then realized something.

Richard
"Captain, I thought we lost all but three of the goldfish?"

Reynold
"They managed to jury rig one of them, towed the entire thing all the way to Garrow. I believe you were napping the entire time, can't blame you though. Apparently repairing a goldfish is standard practice, the thing was ready this morning, fully functional."

Richard
"I see... Well anyways we'll probably be on board for a while, you want to set up the sleeping areas?"

Reynold
"Oh fine, Cap, care to lend a land?"

Alex
"Sure why not."

The two of them began pulling out cots from storage and placed them out, they wouldn't need them till later but it would be good to have them close at hand. Below deck Phillip was sitting on a crate, watching the clouds float by, he felt something on the winds, it wasn't an enemy vessel, no, more like his intuition speaking, something big was about to happen, and the crew was going to be thrust into the fire yet again.

[Captain Lockheart]

( O.O.C: Just mentioning, after reading my posts back. I just want to make it clear, Lockheart isn't dead.)

-FIRNFELD, GLOW WATER BAY-

2 Large metal clad steamships gently bob up and down with the tide in the naturally sheltered bay. One of the ships is purely armed for naval combat Brass coloured cannon, gleamed in the orange sunrise to the east. The other had similar cannons, however on the back a large open space carried a Pyramidion. The Ice around the Bay wept gently as it was being melted.

The 2 Captains stood on the Cobbled street, just off the Dock where their ships were Moored.

" Is it done?" Said Captain Oakenshield, a tall man of broad shoulders, and Hands as big as hams; his palms covered with a callus. His Deep brown beard spotted with salt he also wore a Cyclops patch over his right eye, where a scar went down from his bushy eyebrows to the Corner of his mouth, which turned every smile into more of a Grimace.

"Afraid not, the Turncloak got away. He had others with him" says the Pilot of the Pyra, "every one of theirs we took. They took 2... It-It was a-a... Dissapoining result, I hope you will understand. We had no idea he would be with such numbers... We made-"

Captain Oakenshield grabbed Commodore Wylis by the lapel of his jacket.

Captain Oakensheild: " How.. Many... Did... He... Have?"

Commodore Wylis: " 9 Sir..."

Captain Oakensheild: " I GAVE YOU 15 SHIPS, IM LOSING MY PATIENCE WYLIS!" * sigh* " ONE JOB. KILL HIM. ONE."

The Commodore almost fell off the Street into the bay at the loud shouting.

Captain Oakenshield: " I'll do it myself "
 
Oakensheild in one quick movement pulled out his dagger, stabbed the commodore and pushed him into the bay.

[BdrLineAzn]

Skies over Middle Plains, South of Cathedral

--Starlight--

It's been two hours out of Cathedral and the last rays of sun has fallen over the horizon. Taking the lead is BdrLine's Goldfish with Gareth's ship following closely behind.

Currently on the helm is BdrLine with Althea behind him in the cabin. Both Courage and Charles are downstairs beneath the cabin lying in bunks for a small rest.

Althea then comes out of the cabin and stands besides Bdr as she looks up at the darken sky.

Giving a small yawn of boredom, BdrLine looks straight on ahead.

(BdrLine)
*yawn* "What time is it? I've been flying for a while."

Taking a watch out of her pocket, Althea looks down at it and turns back to sky as she returns it back.

(Althea)
"A little past 8, and besides, you only been on for two hours."

(BdrLine)
"It's the monotony of looking straight and flying that kills me."

(Althea)
"Well then, how about you look you. Not like anything will pop up right in front of you."

Turning his gaze to the skies, BdrLine sees that not a cloud was in sight and there was a full moon glowing. Dozens of twinkling stars can be seen in the clear, mostly silent night.

(BdrLine)
"Looking up at the night sky never seems to get old."

(Althea)
"Sure does, i love night like these. So calm and peaceful with the feeling that all the madness has gone away."

(BdrLine)
"Wish the world would be like this."

Going over behind him, Althea wraps her arms around across his chest.

(Althea) 
"Then it may get dull, and where would the fun be in that. I still like to take shots at raiders now and again."

(BdrLine)
"Hehe, that's true. Go and take some rest. Be a while until we read Sunder."

(Althea)
"How about you?"

(BdrLine)
"I'll wake up either Charles or Courage. But go and have a nap."

(Althea)
"Alright then."

Althea then pecks BdrLine on the checks and then heads in the cabin and pops open a cot.

Skies over Middle Plains, Northwest of Cathedral

--Comet--

With the arrival of Ny-Lee's parents to the Northern Docks, both ships were quickly boarded and soon rise above the City's walls for a return trip home back to Chang-ning.

On board Ny-Lee's Pyramidion, Pān is stationed on the helm whereas Ny-Lee is on the radio calling to the base in the Yeshan Capital.

(Ny-Lee)
"Hello Capital HQ, do you read me? This is Captain Zhao, mine and another ship are heading home and we have both Zhao's on board."

A few seconds of static can be heard until a male voice comes through.

(HQ)
"This is Headquarters. We hear you Captain. So you found and rescued you parents? Congrats, that is great news. Just have your ships get here as soon as possible. Radio in again once you get close to the Capital, we'll have some escorts to bring you home."

(Ny-Lee)
"Roger on that. We are going at full speed."

(HQ)
"With you guys coming home, I'll bet they'll throw celebration once you arrive. But congrats again. Headquarters out.

With the line disconnected, Ny-Lee turns the equipment off and turns to Pān.

(Ny-Lee)
"Keep her on course to Chang-ning, let get there as soon as possible."

(Pān)
"Aye, Captain."

Satisfied, Ny-Lee turns and goes to the rear housing compartment where Roland and her parents are. She opens the door and sees that her father is awake where as her husband and mother are asleep.

(Ny-Lee)
"Dad, I just called the Capital. They know we are on our way back."

(Shen)
"That's good to hear. But Ny, once we get back, what about that meeting with the Admiral? Remember the plot that we found out?"

(Ny-Lee)
"I don't know. I may just have to go with my instincts."

Shen then gives a small smile to his daughter.

(Shen)
"Just trust them to lead you to what is right."

(Ny-Lee)
"I will dad, I mean look when my instinct brought me. Finding you and mom safe."

(Shen)
"That's the little girl I know."

(Ny-Lee)
"Have some rest dad, I'm going back to check with the others."

Giving a nod to her, Ny-Lee smiles and closes the door behind her and oversees her vessel.

--End of Day 11--


--Start of Day 12--

(The day is over officially, but let's have some night events to make some things interesting. You don't have to write a post in the night you can fast forward to morning as well, just state something to fill in the time.)

[Piemanlives]

--Latta--

That night the storm above them was weakening, though it was expected to grow in strength in a few hours time, long enough for them to get out of the isles. Reagan was checking the ships hull integrity with one of the engineers, stress points were tested, engine fastenings were secured, and overall the hull was checked twice over with a comb. For the first time the stars poked through the night sky, in the distance the locals were having a festival, in preparation of the coming rains that would nourish their crops and supply water for the coming months.

Reagan
"So, think we're going to be leaving soon?"

Engineer
"Think so, storms cleared long enough to hightail it out of here."

Reagan
"I guess you're right."

Behind them a few footsteps echoed behind them, Captain Walker and Captain Edwards strolled on up, each of them holding two steaming cups. Edwards passed one to her and Walker passed the other to the engineer, who, after thanking him studied it. Reagan took a look into the cup, the liquid was a brownish red color, a spicy fragrance with a hint of chocolate.

Walker
"Who would have guessed a place like this made the best hot coco?"

Edwards
"Not me, then again I'm not one for hot chocolate, more of a coffee person."

Reagan
"Might I ask where Willard and Peterson are?"

Edwards
"Enjoying themselves on the beach, two of them are younger then both of us. You included."

The engineer just nodded his head at that, and went back to inspecting the ship.

Walker
"Funny, I don't feel old."

Edwards
"That's because you're crazy."

Walker
"Anyways, we leave once those two get back, hopefully soon, we have a limited time frame."

Reagan
"So, are we stopping at Termini or not?"

Walker, much to his credit stroked his chin, which was beginning to grow a beard. Fireworks from the beach exploded above them, showering the sky with brilliant colors. Everyone present stopped to look at the scene, while certainly not as amazing as Cathedrals Spring Festival only days earlier, it still had charm that captivated the hearts and imaginations of the local populace. After a few moments Walker turned to the crew present.

Walker
"We'll be by passing Termini and heading straight for Widow's Point, stop for fuel, and then fly straight for Landmark."

Navigator Willard
"No rest for the wicked huh?"

Behind them, Willard and Peterson approached them, equipment in hand, a rather sad look on their face, but determined nonetheless.

Walker
"Since we're all here, we might as well get airborne."

The crew began unfastening the ropes that held the ship to the dock, after a few moments the squid was released from its moorings, the engines flickered, Edwards took the helm and flew a slow circle, before heading southward.

--Middle Plains, 5 kilometers out from Serenity Bay--

The sun had set only a few hours ago, in the distance, the dull flickering of lights signaled they were getting close to Serenity Bay, they wouldn't be stopping, not until they reached Farona. Reynold was at the helm, most of the others were asleep, Phillip was still awake, visibly worried about something, something even he didn't know but told him to keep an eye out. Richard was leaning over the front railing of the ship, a device in his hands which he pointed towards the city in front of him, a few flashes of light burst forward from it before he stashed it in his duster. Reynold always liked flying at night, there was something so calming about it, things were seen differently in another light. He examined the other vessels in the fleet, like his they were flying at reduced speeds, just enough that they would disturb anyone currently sleeping. Richard jaunted on over before sitting on crate next to him.

Richard
"Quiet night eh?"

Reynold
"Yeah, a nice change of pace, don't ya think?"

Richard
"A bit of a callback to before we came to Cathedral, soaring through the skies with nought a care in the world, so, what is that thing anyways?"

Reynold
"What's what?"

Richard
"Right there."

He pointed off towards a silhouetted figure over the bay. Even from so far away it seemed large and imposing.

Reynold
"I think, that would be the Serenity lighthouse."

Richard
"Not really doing its job is it?"

Reynold
"It fell into disrepair years ago, during wars there wasn't much time to maintain it, even then parts of it were sabotaged, though from what I hear there are families who are looking to bring back the proud tradition of maintaining the damn thing."

They passed over Serenity Bay, below them the city lights seemed even more brilliant, Richard hopped over to the railing, and pulled that device out of his duster again, a few flashes of light later and he stashed it in his duster again.

Reynold
"Alright, your turn, what's that thing?"

Richard
"This? This is a camera."

Reynold
"So that's a camera, never actually seen one before now. A lot less impressive then I though it was."

Richard
"Well, it gets the job done."

Soon the fleet diverted coarse southward, the lighthouse fading from sight behind them.

(O.O.C that was actually kind of fun to write.)

[macmacnick]

--Over Chaladon--


Kirk and his Envoy have Been over the island of Chaladon for most of the day, and now, all night. As he has had success, he contacts the council back home, and is in the midst of a sort of 'Radio conference call' involving him, along with Mac and the Council.
~~Over the Radio~~
Kirk
Success has been achieved, at least up to this point, in gaining cooperation with the Order. I have a meeting arranged with one of the Chaladonian leaders around Lunchtime tomorrow.


Mac
"So, Kirk, why does it seem like you always get assignments which end up involving you and an influential politician chatting over lunch?"


Kirk
"Heh, it's probably because of my reputation, along with my luck. Also, I wasn't the one experimenting with Lochnagar Hwachas."


Mac
"Damn, I knew I shouldn't have tried that experiment, it was from the start destined to fail..."


Council Member
*Ahem* "To what extent were the Envoys successful?"


Mac
"The Cathedral envoy was successful, but there was a slight rocky patch."


Council Member
"Explain."


Kirk
"Jeez, Pieman, what's with the strict attitude today?"


Mac
"Yeah, why so direct today, Pieman?"


Pieman
"...I'm still waiting on an explanation..."


Mac
"Okay. So, After we landed, a group including myself went out to scout out potential places to stay, but were confronted regarding by a customs official saying we needed to register our ships with the Cathedral authorities. After I completed the forms, and was about to exit the customs compound, I was confronted by a Cathedral militia officer who wanted to know our motives. I obliged, and explained it all to him. Lieutenant Daniels was his name, I think..."


Pieman
"And you, Kirk?"


Kirk
"Well... We're still waiting on a meeting with an influential Chaladonian nobleman, and discussing manners over lunch."


Pieman
"Good Luck with that."


Mac
"Good Luck, Kirk."


Pieman
"The other council members and I have decided to postpone the envoys to The League and the Mercantile Guild."


Mac
"Very well then."


Kirk
"Very well."
~~end Radio Call~~


--Cathedral--
 Mac and his group finally resume their scouting of Cathedral, and thus are looking for accommodations at an inn, along with a warehouse for storage and workshops.


Mac
"Oh, look! A warehouse for Sale."


Group member 1
"Looks slightly like a fixer-upper to me..."


Mac
"Tom, why are you always so negative?"


Tom
"Seeing things in the worst-case scenario means one can never be let-down."


Mac
"...I don't want to agree with that, but that's actually true..."


Mac then goes and purchases the warehouse, and promptly gets to work fixing it up and setting up a workshop for himself and other Cake members.

[Captain Lockheart]

--CATHEDRAL--

Lockheart awoke in Catherdrals large infirmary. He was in a White tiled room, he immediately tried to move. But he fell back; tired and crying out in pain.
He looked to his left hip where his Deep sword gash was after the Raiders got him. His wound was clean and a fresh bandage covered his waist.

-- 3 days earlier, 2 leagues south of Cathedral--
Aboard the "Yeshan Dragon"

Lockheart: "well, skies are clear from here on-wards it seems"
Lockheart beamed as he spun the wheel hard right to turn them north towards Catheral.
He left the helm and told his First mate to take command for now.

Lockheart: " Well, Fadeshade. How long are we until cathedral?, Anvala was all well and good but i want to see the rest of the Mercantile Guild before returning to Averna. Also the Council was giving me the whole..."

*lockheart makes a mouth with his hand and starts imitating the Anvalan Council*

Lockheart: " Can we expect more relations and agreements with our new friends in Averna,... The guild is grateful for assistance but there are matters they wish to settle.."

Fadeshade: " You shouldent of got involved int he seige, Ser."

Lockheart turns to him and smiles.

Lockheart: " No i shouldent but, well... I was in the city and i didnt intend on being eviscerated... And i wont say no to a brawl now and then..."

Fadeshade does some writing then turns back to Lockheart.

Fadeshade: " Indeed, 2 days travel to Cathedral... But... Will this not strain relations with the Baronies?"

Lockhearts face turned sour. He sighed. Put a hand on his sword hilt and began to walk to his quarters.

Lockheart: " lets hope none lived to see our banners..."

2 hours passed with nothing but the clear sky in-front of the "Yeshan Dragon", Lockheart sat in his Quarters drinking and plotting, and occasionally coming out to check course and get some air. Then when they were in a gentle valley at night. The sky was foggy and the Helmsman just had to rely on his compass to see where they needed to go. The "Yeshan Dragon" led the fleet of 9 ships returning from Anvala, 4 carrying the wounded after the ground battle. Then all of a sudden they were surrounded by 10 Pyramidions and 5 Galleons. They bore no sigil. The alarms rang and the ships formed up.

Lockheart was called out onto the helm to lead his motley, but experienced squadron.

It was a bloody skirmish, starting with flares being fired to allow the Chaladonian fleet to see their foes. The "Yeshan Dragon" fired its top deck Hwacha at the first Pyra, its balloon was torn to shreds and it immediately sunk. The rest of the fight involved 2 galleons ripping apart 2 of the ships that carried the wounded. But Lockhearts Goldfishes and Pyras soon finished off 4 Galleons and 6 Pyras, sustaining No more losses to their own fleet.

2 Pyras then boarded Lockhearts ship while the remainder scuppered, or fled. One of Lockhearts ships, "The White Whaler" managed to harpoon one of the crewless Pyras away. While the crew were battling on deck.

Lockheart deflected blow after blow, lunge after lunge, parried every strike that came his way with his supreme swordsmanship. He pulled out his pistol a few times and shot a few of the raiders. But in a locked Sabre conflict with one of the ships captains he parried his over head strike and lunged forward thrusting his sword into the captain, but he was also wise and Lockhearts left side was now open, he stuck. The blade connecting with Lockhearts body as he fell to the floor. Lockheart Dropped to the floor and crawled towards his quarters whilst his crew pushed back the wave of invaders.

For the rest of the voyage, 2 of Lockhearts Squid scouts towed the Broken Galleon toward Cathedral ahead of his fleet. His wound began to fester and his vision become blurry. He had no word from the rest of his fleet. He only hoped that they made it here...

[BdrLineAzn]

Skies over Middle Plains

--Starlight--

Flying nonstop since their departure, the two ship formation fly over the town of Sunder some time near midnight. Onboard the Goldfish, the crew are taking 4 hour shifts on manning  the helm. As of now, it is ten pass six in the morning and Courage is the only one awake.

Downstairs in the room below Courage, BdrLine and Charles are still asleep in their cots, while Althea takes up the space in the cabin. With the morning sun coming through the window in the cabin, the light rays falls upon her face. Slightly irritated, Althea turns away from the light but can't seem to hid from it as the whole room is engulfed with light. As a last ditch effort, she places the blanket over her face which seems to block it out. Feeling content, she then drift back to sleep, not until the door near the helm opens with a bang.

(Althea)
"Arghh, can't even get a few more hours in."

(Courage)
"Well good morning to you as well."

(Althea)
"What is it Courage that you have to slam the door open."

(Courage)
"One, I didn't slam it open, you maybe heating things. And two, my four hours are up and it's Charles turn."

(Althea)
"You going downstairs to wake him up? Wait, what time is it?"

Sitting up and swinging her legs over to the side, Althea grabs her watch from the table and checks the time.

(Althea)
"A little over six o'clock. Here Courage, just watch the helm for a little bit while I'll get the two."

(Courage)
"But I just need Charles to take over, why do you need to wake Bdr?"

(Althea)
"Just a bit of payback for waking me up early yesterday. Which reminds me, watch your back a bit Courage, I need to get you back for right now."

With a slight gulp, Courage watches as Althea exits out the cabin. Heading down the stairs, Althea turns right and opens the door leading to the other room. Seeing that both men are still asleep, she plots on how to get some revenge from her partner. Seeing that he is in a hanging cot, Althea silently tip toes to Bdr and grabs the hanging fabric. As she abouts to pull the under he, BdrLine places a hand on her wrist. Surprised, Althea looks to his face and sees that his eyes are open.

(Althea)
"How did you know I here?"

(BdrLine)
"Remember how I'm an earlier riser? I was about to get up until I heard you open the door. For kicks I stayed in a bit to see what you were up to. I didn't know that you would try and place me on the floor." 

Moving her wrist from his hand, Althea crosses her arms and tilts her head up to the overhead.

(Althea)
"Well I needed to get you back from yesterday's morning."

BdrLine gives a small laugh as he stands up and hugs the pouting Althea.

(BdrLine)
"Hehe, try a little harder next time. Soo good morning, may I ask why you are down here besides on exacting revenge."

(Althea)
"Well Courage finished his shift and is now Charles' turn."

Stirring at the sound of his name, Charles turns and lazily opens his eyes to see who is in the room.

(Charles)
"What about me?"

(Althea)
"Courage is done, you need to get up there and fly the ship."

(Charles)
"*groans* Alright, I'll be there."

With the speed of a sloth on adrenaline, Charles slowly gets off his cot and places his shoes on. Moving pass the couple, he opens and exits through the door heading for the stairs. 

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, BdrLine brakes the hug and opens the door leading to the hold.

Curious, Althea follows and pokes her head in.

(Althea)
"What you doing down there?"

Some dings and clanks can be heard as BdrLine rummage though their belongings and equipment until an "Ah-ha" can be heard. He reemerges with a small cooker and a bag of food.

(BdrLine)
"Well since we all are mostly awake, why not some breakfast. What time is it anyway?"

(Althea)
"Well it is around six in the morning, and I do feel a bit famished."

(BdrLine)
"Six in the morning huh? Hmm, can you help me set it up on the main deck, I need to say something to the two up there as well."

Nodding, Althea opens and hold the door letting BdrLine through. Once out, they go to the main deck of the Goldfish and lay out the cooker and supplies. As they set up, BdrLine sees that Charles is already at the helm and turns to him.

(BdrLine)
"Charles, is the radar on? We may see some raider activity here in the morning."

(Charles)
"Should be, it's been on since we left Cathedral."

(BdrLine)
"Just watch it, some of these guys like to surprise ships with the sun in their eyes."

(Charles)
"On it."

Turning back, BdrLine sees that Althea has already set the cooker up and has a lighter out to start the flames. She then places some bacon and crack some eggs on to it.

(Althea)
"So we may encounter raiders huh?"

(BdrLine)
"Maybe, they usually ones for surprises."

(Althea)
"Well we have surprises as well."

Nodding, BdrLine goes over and helps with the cooking.

[Oliver Colt]

Wild Winds Inn - Cathedral

Elizabeth and Thomas are counting the money they have left, which isn't much. They'll need to find a job soon.

(Elizabeth)
"We can just do our thing for a while, it should be enough."

(Thomas)
"We definitely need something bigger though. You think this is gonna last a week?"

(Elizabeth)
"If we want something big we need to look for it first! We can't just make stuff up!"

(Oliver)
"Alright! Doing our thing. I can do that. I'm heading off to the city center if anyone wants to tag along."

(Elizabeth)
"Good that. I'm going to the saloon we saw earlier, see what I can find. Let's go Lilith!"

(Thomas)
"Alright, I'll be going to the docks then if anyone cares..."

(Lilith)
"Bye Thomas, have fun!"

Oliver was probably pickpocketing the whole day, that's "his thing". Pretty uneventful for him aside from that.

Somewhere in Cathedral

Lilith and Elizabeth walk in and notice the place is almost empty, except for the barman and three gentlemen who are playing poker while they drink. It's not surprising, considering the time of the day.

(Bartender)
"Good mornin'. What can I do for you ladies?"

(Elizabeth)
"We're just looking for something to distract ourselves if that's ok, thank you."

(Bartender)
"Feel free, call me if you need anything."

As he goes back to ask the men if they want anything else, Elizabeth starts looking around the place. It's not fancy but it's well kept. The usual saloon you'd see anywhere else. There's a piece of paper hanging in one of the walls and she gets closer to read it. This could be their big thing... Or not.

(Elizabeth)
"Selling a house? Who'd leave this place, it's literally the best a city can get."

(Barman)
"Huh? Oh that. Sorry miss, the house has already been sold, I forgot to take that down."

(Lilith)
"Oh no..."

(Elizabeth)
"Oh, it's ok. We'll be leaving now, good day."

And with that they head to the city center, see what they see.

The docks

Thomas has been walking around for a few hours now, looking in several establishments nearby and overhearing casual conversations to try to catch something useful. After a while more of trying he starts heading back to the Inn.

(Girl #1 -lol NPCs-)
"Excuse me, sir?"

It was a young lady, really pretty too.

(Thomas)
"Oh. Good afternoon. How can I help you, miss?"

(Girl)
"I don't think I've seen you before around here. My name is Emma."

(Thomas)
"Uh, I'm Thomas Grant, nice to meet you."

(Emma)
"I was wondering if you'd help me take some of my luggage to my hotel. It's not far from here, I promise."

And throwing at him her only bag she started leading the way.

[macmacnick]

--Cathedral--

Narrator
Mac, Having recently bought an old warehouse, was having a heyday refurbishing it, adding space for ships to be worked on, fireproofing, and a dedicated testing chamber for fire-based weapons, along with workshop and heavy weapons testing section. Currently, Mac was tinkering with the VSS Crii'c'et, adding some improvements to the engines, trying to eke out as much thrust as possible due to additional weight. He had already upgraded the radio system and replaced the side light weapon mounts with heavy weapon mounts, reinforcing the structure of the mounts to accommodate the weight of the extra heavy guns. Two light weapon mounts were added to the rear portion of the ship, accessible from the upper deck and angled 30° towards the back to reduce the size of the rear blindside.
End Narrator

--Cathedral,  Mac's Warehouse--

Jen approached Mac quietly, giving him a surprise when she suddenly materialized seemingly out of thin air.

Mac
"Jen, Stop sneaking up on me like that!"

Jen
"Sorry, but it's so funny to see your reaction whenever I do it!"

Mac
"Still, Jen, come on! I could end up dropping a large or delicate object on myself, and having to face the consequences."

Jen
"Well, Maybe I'll stop doing that."

Mac
"Anyways, I'm nearly done with this engine; I presume you came to 'play' with the fire weapons?"

Jen
"You got that one right!"

Mac
"Just let me finish this engine... There! Perfect!"

Jen
"Flame time?"

Mac
"No, it's obviously extinguisher time... Of course it's Flame time!"

Narrator
Mac and Jen then spend the rest of the day playing with flame-based weapons, experimenting with cooking things with flamethrowers, and experimenting with different types of fuels for flamers to see which burns hottest.
End Narrator

[Captain Lockheart]

-- Cathedral --

Julius Lockheart was dispatched from hospital in Cathedral only a few hours later he woke up. Considering all that had to be done was cleanse his wound and sew it up. He wondered around the infirmary looking for men under his command. He found 3 that came with him on the galleon and checked to see if they were all right. Their Doctors told him it wasn't anything they didn't treat day to day; so Lockheart wished them well and then went and claimed his Clothes that had been washed. He spent half a hour in his room putting on his Dark grey trousers carefully over his wound, he then donned his Thick Fur lined boots with metal plating over the shinguard, his Shirt, Grey-blue Longcoat, Brass lined Vambraces, Gloves, Leather and Steel shoulder Pauldron, Shoulder Cloak, Sword belt, Decorative fabric belt to go over the Sword belt, Pistol holster and then he finally got to doing his hair...

After all this his lit his pipe and walked out into Cathedral, limping slightly and hand resting on his hilt of his Longsword. He took in the sights of the City, the Guildhall, the inns, the houses. All of them New to him. He eventually found his way to the Docks by fortune and found the "Yeshan Dragon" and its 2 squid scouts in the Docks undergoing repairs next to a fleet of Mobulas. Lockheart walked up to his Galleon.

Lockheart: " Fadeshade, you up there?" He shouted

A few moments passed and a familiar face popped over the rail.

Fadeshade Grinned, " Aye Captain were here. You best get yourself up here before you get involved in any more political matters."

Lockheart laughed and went up to his ship.
When he clambered on to the Main deck he found another familiar face sat at a table that had been set out in the sun. It was still early Morning.

Gerris Townsend  rose from his seat, while having a hand on his back. He was a old man with a long grey beard, he was one of Lockhearts favourite captains and a esteemed Haggler.

Lockheart: " Gerris!, How have our paths intertwined once more?"

He said grinning and holding out a hand the the man.

Gerris: " I keep trying to stay outta your way, but i keep getting pulled in" he smiled " Nah, its an honour to see you again sir. Please sit, sit i have had some tea prepared for us" he laughed "Pfff ha aha ha, look at me telling you what do do on your ship ha ha ha"

Lockheart sat down opposite him and took a cup of Tea and took a sip of it.

Lockheart: " So Captain Gerris, what brings you here?"

Gerris: " You!", " You bring me here "

Lockheart: " Me?, how so?"

Gerris was about to talk when Lockheart spoke again.

Lockheart: " My father wasn't it, he was having a little panic attack, it was either him or Alexander or Cecelia....Cecelia. Oh god!" He craned his head to the helm where Fadeshade was resting. " Fadeshade, How long was i out?"

Fadeshade: " 3 days since we docked, and were already a week behind Schedule"

Lockheart: " Oh boy, She isn't going to be happy..."

Gerris chuckled " No, she ain't. You left her once for 3 months without a wisp of knowledge on where you were going or what you were doin'. She's going to shoot you with that pin-point accuracy o'hers"

They both took a sip of Tea and sat in silence for a moment.

Gerris: " Your First mate told me o' what happened a few days back." Gerris Shook his head slowly " A nasty business it is... killin' the wounded"

Lockheart stared into his tea for a moment, all of it coming back at once.

Lockheart: " Indeed.. Horrible..., did the rest of the fleet make it Fadeshade? "

Fadeshade: " Aye cap'n. The wounded arnt so wounded and their making good progress back to Averna after being re-supplied."

Lockheart took in the good news blankly, still staring into his cup.

Lockheart: " How long till were ready to head back again?"

Fadeshade: " a day will give us enough time. "

Lockheart: " You have till 0600 tomorrow morning to get us ready to set sail home... I want to see my wife..."

He thought of Cecelia, her long brown hair, her smile and her big blue eyes. Then he thought of home, of the Big impending dark structure of His house in the rich district of Averna, of His Fathers study, and the Gardens. The Sparring yard, the pond and the Tea table and the trees all backed out onto open sky...

Lockheart: " Make that till Midnight tonight, get word to our captains. And get the ship in as best a state as you can..."

Fadeshade sighed " Aye sir..."

Gerris: " Is Mr Lockheart smitten again?"

Lockheart: " Shut up Gerris " he said playfully.

Gerris downed the rest of his tea.

Gerris: " Well  i'll be off now, got a hold full o Bullets that'll keep the Baronies waiting if i don't set of North again soon... Safe Travels my boy.."

Lockheart stood up and hugged the Old man.

Lockheart: " You too"

Gerris left and Lockheart sat down drinking his tea in the early morning sunlight.

[Oliver Colt]

Cathedral

They have been walking for about 5 minutes when Thomas recognized the place. It was a way to the town center, but not the one people would usually take. It's always good to know different routes anyway. They keep walking as Emma keeps talking. And talking, and talking, and talking. It's alright though, she's pretty and seems to be interested in him (SCORE!).

Lilith, Elizabeth and Oliver are walking around the same area. Since it's just crowded enough, it's a great place for getting a few coins that people happen to "drop" here and there. Oliver spots Thomas and his companion as they are going in an alley.

The alley

(Thomas)
"This kinda looks like a dead end."

(Emma)
"What? Haha! No, no, my hotel is just down here."

Down the road

Oliver can't help but start laughing like a madman. He usually does it, but that sudden burst nearly made Elizabeth jump this time.

(Oliver)
"Did you see that? Oh my gods Thomas is with a girl! Let's go, I must ruin this!"

(Elizabeth)
"See what? What? Hey hold on!"

(Lilith)
"Oliver, no! Don't be so mean with him!"

And the three of them start running towards the alley.

The alley again

Emma walks towards the end of the alley and stands there waiting for Thomas to do the same. She looks at him and grins, and he gets closer slowly... they should at least go out for dinner first! And this place isn't all that nice anyway, they're too close to a huge garbage bin, and it's so dark...

(Oliver)
"Hey dude! The darker the place, the more attractive she'll think you-"

As he was yelling his clever comment from the entrance of the alley (he had been thinking about it while he was running here) someone came out from behind the garbage bin and tackled Thomas to the ground. In a similar fashion, Elizabeth knocked Oliver to the side to hide from view (like they couldn't hear him before).

(Oliver)
"Shouldn't we be helping?"

(Elizabeth)
"Sure, you take the guy coming from behind us"

(Oliver)
"Who?"

(Lilith)
"Hello, angry looking sir!"

Oliver turned around to face the guy who had been "guarding" the alley, just in time to get punched right on the nose. He stumbles back and leans on the wall to get back on his feet, dodging the next punch and throwing one back. As they continue fighting, Elizabeth walks into the alley. There's the first guy, completely knocked out on the ground. Then there's Thomas, in the process of being just that same way because the girl is on top of him, punching him in the face.

(Elizabeth)
"Are you effing serious right now?"

(Emma)
"Who the hell are you? Get out, or I'll beat you too."

(Elizabeth)
"Thomas, what the hell are you doing?"

As the girl gets up and starts readying to attack Elizabeth, Thomas gets enough time to grunt something.

(Thomas)
"I... I wasn't gonna..."

But he's cut off when the girl lands a kick on his stomach. Taking the distraction as an advantage, Elizabeth moves towards the girl quickly and grabs her right arm. She then moves her right leg behind Emma's and in one movement pulls her arm back, throwing her on the ground.

(Elizabeth)
"Turn them facing down and sit on their back, then hold both their hands and tie them up. I can't believe I still remember this shiz."

(Thomas)
"Thanksss..."

(Elizabeth)
"Yeah, quit whining and give me your belt."

Elizabeth finishes her work by stuffing a rag in the girl's mouth and taking the loot from her purse and the guy's pockets. As Thomas tries to get back on his feet, they catch the ending of the other fight. Oliver is almost beaten to the ground by the other, much bigger man... and then Lilith comes from behind and breaks a wooden board on the man's head. What would they do without her.

Thomas and Elizabeth walk towards the... now two collapsed guys, and Lilith. She starts shaking Oliver and he eventually gets up and going again. They check the man's pockets and get a few more coins. Why on earth would thieves like them keep money while they're working? In case they want to stop somewhere for a beer, maybe?

(Oliver)
"What would they steal from you anyway, you certainly don't look like you have money..."

(Thomas)
"What do I know? Maybe the girl did like me."

And this time it ended in Elizabeth punching Oliver for making her jump. Heading back to the hotel seems like the best option, they've had too much for one day anyway. And so the day wasn't as unproductive as we thought.

[Captain Lockheart]

Lockheart left the fixing of his ship up to his crew. After getting bored in his Quarters, he decided to wonder Cathedral once again. Walking towards the warehouses. Did'nt we used to have a warehouse here in Cathedral... Hmmm yes it was this one on the end. He thought as the walked towards the building. He looked at the side door; " Lockheart Trading Co " was written on the door in faded paint. He walked to the door which was open and saw people incinerating random things with flamethrowers. They never saw him at the door, Lockheart Questioned whether he should inquire to their intentions. But he decided against it. He then walked to the nearest inn, on his way there he heard a small commotion in the alley nearby, but it seemed to resolve itself so he didnt intervene. He carried on walking, lonely down the streets till he found the " Wild Winds Inn ".

He stepped inside, took a seat at he bar. The place was relatively empty.

Lockheart glanced at the Bartender, his face he seemed to recognized.

Bartender: " What can i get you?"

Lockheart: " The Strongest stuff you got.... Oh and could you fetch me a map please?"

The bartender looked at him and nodded, got him his ale and map. Lockheart Placed some brass coins on the counter. And sipped at his drink.

Whats the Quickest way home?he thought as he mulled over his drink and the map.

 

[Piemanlives]

--Somewhere Over Wreckreef Bay--

Reagan
"So that's a Zephyr."

Their squid had slowed it's pace a fair amount, the flight currently was easy going and the morning sun was already midway through the sky. Sailing beside them a large vessel was trundling along, strangely off the trade lanes. It was about as massive as a galleon, a bit shorter and slightly pointed, It's hull had a large cavern inside of it quite visible from the outside, inside dozens of boxes and a few vehicles were stored, the vessels crew went about their business, checking cargo and rigging, a few waved to them. Reagan found the vessel interesting, she hadn't really seen them before, what was most intriguing was the double balloon That held the vessel aloft.

Edwards
"We're coming up on Widow's Point in about 30 minutes."

The peninsula was coming up on them, below them fishing vessels went about their business, a few pickets guarded the cost line. The freighter diverted course east towards Iron Island as they continued towards Widow's Point.

--3 Hours Later, High Over Three Bays--

The fleet had made good time, docking in Farona, they resupplied and refueled, and, apparently due to a strange vote involving large amounts of alcohol and hammers, it was decided they'd make for Aschenfeld instead before stopping for the night. This was why Captain Alexander Henley was rather disgruntled and trigger happy, which explained why he shooting at birds as they passed by. Below deck Phillip was looking over some papers.

Phillip
"Let's see here... copy of the ships log... income papers... aha here it is."

From under a stack of papers he found the ships blueprints.

Lorena
"I take it you found it?"

Phillip
"You bet, I'll take this to the nearest shipwright and get the replacement parts we need to repair this tub. Mind you I wouldn't mind living on this tub."

Lorena
"Funny."

Above them another gunshot rang out.

Phillip
"Is he going to be ok?"

Lorena
"Give him a shower and maybe some food and he'll be fine."

Richard
"I though we repaired this thing?"

Behind them Richard came in, he handed the two of them a sandwich before eating his own.

Phillip
"We did, but we need to replace a few segments of pipe that the repair crew looked over."

Richard sighed.

Richard
"Alright how much?"

Phillip took out a notepad.

Phillip
"Let's see here, at the least, we'll need 50 crowns, but considering I don't know the prices here, we may need as much as 90, maybe more but that might be pushing it.

Richard
"Alright fine, let's check the funds."

[BdrLineAzn]

Cathedral

--Wild Winds Inn--

With the departure of the many crews yesterday, the Inn is empty save a few costumers at the bar. Manning the bar and the dining area is Lia while Newt is at the Acquisitions desk.

Giving a yawn, Plasma limps down the stairs and sees the mostly empty room. He then turn his head and sees Newt working. A bit surprised, he then goes towards him.

 From the desk, Newt looks over some new contracts that will soon be posted on the Inn's message board when he hears uneven foot steps that stops in front of him. Looking up from the pile, he sees Plasma standing behind the desk.

(Plasma)
"Morning, surprised to see you here."

(Newt)
"Well I still work here. Also with the condition you are still in, I'm guessing I help you and the new girl out a bit. Speaking of which, you should watch over here today, I got the desk."

Plasma turns his head and sees that Lia is still fumbling a little bit."

(Plasma)
"Alright"

He then goes over to the bar counter and walks through the half door that separates the dining area and behind the bar.

(Plasma)
"Here let me help you out a bit."

He then starts to help put away the many clean dishes while Lia continue serving the few patrons there.

(Lia)
"Thanks, even with the place being a bit more empty, I thought I can handle it."

(Plasma)
"No problem, so you like working here?"

(Lia)
"Well more or less, I mean I did see a standoff when I first came here."

(Plasma)
"That? I've seen worst."

(Lia)
"You mean this is normal from where you came from?"

(Plasma)
*shurgs* "More or less. But think you will stay, we are a bit undermanned."

(Lia)
"I guess, still need the money. Also it seems exciting being here, a change from living here in normal Cathedral."

(Plasma)
"Ok then."

The rest of the morning goes by relatively quiet. A few of the regular bar patrons comes through to get a pint, and a group of four entered asking if they had rooms to stay for the night. The four stayed in the dining area for some time before the lot heads out into the city.

Soon lunch comes around and Plasma gives Lia a break as he watches over the counter. As she leaves from the counter, another man enters the Inn and heads towards the bar.

(Plasma)
" What can i get you?"

(Lockheart)
" The Strongest stuff you got.... Oh and could you fetch me a map please?"

Filling a mug, Plasma places it in front of the man as he heads to the front desk to retrieve a map. In that walk, he wonders in his mind of where he saw him before. As he gets back and places the map in front of the man, he places some coins down for his payment.

Taking the coins, Plasma places them in a small vault under the counter. He then leans back and looks at the man at the bar think of where he saw him. He then goes over to him.

(Plasma)
"Excuse me, but were you at Anvala during the Baron siege?"

Skies over Middle Plains, Near the Grasslands

--Comet--

Shouts can be heard onboard the first Pyramidion as Ny-Lee shouts orders to the crew. As the two ship flight passed over Aleston, right before eleven in the morning, they were jumped by two raider Squids and a Junker. The three ships charged the two Pyra's, coming up behind them with the sun's rays covering their advance.

The Squids, one equipped with a front harpoon, a side flame thrower, and rear rocket launcher while the other is equipped with a front gatling gun, a side mortar, and another rocket launcher, led the charge as they circle the Yeshan ships. Following behind them is the Junker with raiders ready to jump either ship.

On the deck of the Comet Ny-Lee sees the incoming squids.

(Ny-Lee)
"Wèi and Pān get the top guns up and running, we can't outrun these two. Chong, ready your men on both ships, see if can pick off some men on that Junker and prepare if we get boarded."

(Wèi, Pān, & Chong)
"Aye Ma'am!"

The three then rush to their positions as the two engineers quickly climb you the ladder and start loading the Gatling and mortar. At the stern, Chong gets his men that are on this ship and starts shooting at the advancing Junker.

(Ny-Lee)
*On the radio* "Syá you there?"

(Syá)
"Yes Cap. I'm here."

(Ny-Lee)
"Get you guns and people ready, we got to fight them off."

(Syá)
"Aye."

(Ny-Lee)
*Yell to top gun deck* "Are the guns ready?"

(Wèi)
"Yes Cap."

(Ny-Lee)
"Good, because one of the Squids is coming now."

Once the Squids caught up to the Pyramidions, they split off to attack each one. The one carrying the harpoon starts to attack Comet. It fires it's harpoon which latches itself in the beak nearly hitting Wèi.

(Wèi)
"Cap we are latched!"

(Ny-Lee)
"I see it. Chong, see if you or one of your men can cut it off. *to herself* want to play like that huh, time for a ride little Squid."

Ny-Lee then puts her ship into full speed, which jerk the Squid as the forward momentum of the Pyra pulls it. As the Pyramidion pulls the small Squid, one of its crew members goes and loads the flame thrower.

(Elite Guard)
"Sir, they are getting the flamer ready."

(Chong)
"Pick him off, we all be roasted if that goes."

The Elite than takes aim as he tries to hit the man loading the weapon. Soon the flamer thrower is loaded and turns to aim at the stern of the Pyra.

(Chong)
"Flak, quick everyone to midship, we need to get out of the flamers range."

Chong and his men quickly get up and move out as soon the flame thrower fired. Chong barely made it out as he oversees that his men were the first one out of danger. He quickly pats his clothes of where small fires started.

(Chong)
"Fires in the back!"

(Ny-Lee)
"I see, you two get ready, gonna turn us around. And someone put them out!"

She then puts the ship in full reverse. As the Pyra moves backwards, Ny-Lee turns around and trim to steer her ship to ram the Squid and weaken it before they fire their front guns.

The crew on the squid sees the incoming ship and tries to release its harpoon to dodge it.

(Ny-Lee)
"Brace!"

A loud crash can be heard as metal hits metal and the Squid rocks and scraps off the side of the Pyramidion. Soon the damaged Squid is in the sights of the top deck guns as Pān and Wèi unloads their weapons.

The Gatling gun swears the deck knocking most of the Squids crew down where the mortar finishes anything that is still alive. Soon the rounds found its mark of the boiler of the Squid which cause a fire to break out and engulf the small ship.

Cheers can be heard on the Pyra as they got their kill. But Ny-Lee hushes them.

(Ny-Lee)
"No time for celebrations, we are still hooked and if we don't cut it we are going to be dragged down."

Chong sees where the rope is attaches and aims his rifle and shoots a few rounds to cut them loose.

(Ny-Lee)
"Nice work Lieutenant, now for the other two. *on the radio* Syá how are you and your crew?"

Static can be heard until Syá's voice comes through.

(Syá)
"We managed to get the second Squid, but their guns manage to injure three onboard. But they can manage."

(Ny-Lee)
"Good, now for the Junker."

(Syá)
"No need, it bugged off once it saw we finished off the Squids."

(Ny-Lee)
"Alright, just stay on course and mend and repair what needed."

(Syá)
"Aye Cap."

Breathing a sigh of relieve, Ny-Lee hangs the receiver back and walk to the stern of her ship. The fires were soon put out and the engineers look over the engines for any damage.

With repairs underway, both ships continue their return trip.

Vychtorg

Inside his warehouse, Zankief looks over the equipment that is being put together for BdrLine and his group arrival. After his call with BdrLine, Zankief starts and sends out his men the political center of the Guild Capital to dig up any information.

As he was about to turn and leave for other matters, a red headed man around his early twenties call to him.

(Zankief)
"Ah, Archer. Any news for me?"

(Archer)
"Yes, and this is pertaining to that conspiracy you told everyone about."

(Zankief)
"Good, so what you found out."

(Archer)
"Well Pops when I was disguised as one of the kitchen staff in Salva's guildhall, I've overheard some servants on their break how there was a letter from the Deer in Yesha, and that it says they can expect some sort of reaching out."

(Zankief)
"Hmm, I'll keep this in mind. Good work Archer. May send you out yet for more of our higher payed contracts. Go back and see if you can get some more info."

(Archer)
"Thanks Pops, and on it."

Archer then leaves Zankief and out of the warehouse to continue his spying work.

(Zankief)
A reaching out of some sorts. Hmm what is the Deer sending.