So we are back to work.

Onandi is dreaming about me. I don’t think I want to write down any more than that passing statement.

We returned to Gadric’s Hollow, but spent only a night there. Edgarin Galesong, one of the Chapter master’s of the local Pathfinder houses returned to us with some news. A book we found in the clutches of Tailianna was not able to be translated, but he did know who could do it for us.

A gnome named Cornelius Copperbottom would be able to translate the book for us, but he lives up on the twice damned moon. The gnomes had established a colony up there ages ago with some combination of technology and magic. Damn little creatues will probably bring the entire thing down on top of our heads one day, but for now, if we desire to have this book translated, it is there we must go.

There was some debate on the subject, as the profitability of this venture was in doubt, but the Pathfinder society was willing to bankrole the journey. Free food and lodging, just stay out of the way of the crew.

Oh yes, the crew.

We were being taken by airship to the city of Amara, on the coast. Captained by Willhelm Rikerson, the Drake Scale was a cargo ship heading west, which was stopping in Gadric’s Hollow. We were to journey to Amara because it was the closest city with a portal able to get us to our lunar destination.

I have not personally been on many airships, but it seemed safe enough. The journey was to be a quick five days of sailing, and we would have no problems. Airships are extremely unique and the odds of coming across more than one are rare.

It seems we have very good, or very poor odds.

Another airship was in pursuit, and gaining. More militarilly inclined, it attacked. The crew managed to fend off the invaders after several close enounters, while our little pack boared the enemy vessel. Their ship was fast and tough, but their crew were not up to the task. It seems they were boarding Willhelm’s vessle to take from us the book, and likely scuttle us. We managed to stop them, but both vessels came down hard. The Drake Scale required some serious repairs, and we forced the mystery ship the the ground.

The ship was unusual to say the least. The pilot, was forced to sleep in a little cot in a tiny room beneath the wheel. Apparently he was the only pilot, and was forbidden to interact with the crew. What was more interesting was that he was essentially working 24 hour shifts with no reprieve. He was brought his meals, and told where to go. He was not their navigator, just their pilot. And his payment for this work was….interesting. The ship was crewed by some sort of insanity cult.

Anyway, when we took the ship, the surviving crew barricaded themselves below decks. The walls were too difficult to smash through. When we finally got the ship to ground, we climbed up through their gunholes, we found that the ship was empty of crew. They must have teleported away somehow.

It seems we have our own airship now. At least, we hope so. We are going through the insides now, and getting a better feel for what will be required to keep the vessel in working order. It has been five days, and we are not yet at Amara. So much for smooth sailing.

On a side note, the new armour I bought Gus fits well. He changed over into it this morning, and it seems to fit nicely.

Oh yeah. I want to write this down so I don’t forget. Watching Laddermore fight via summoned horse mid airship flight was kind of something I would like to be reminded of from time to time.

“Thorns and Roses”
Jonos Penrose