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Jhett's Journal

Experiment (“Ship’s Name”) Log: YK 998, Barrakas the 20th

Perhaps a bit longer, and a mite sooner that I had planned for the test – but this is going to be fun.

Travel time! See ya on the flip side suckers. To the bat jet!

Experiment (“Ship’s Name”) Log: YK 998, Rhaan the 4th

12th day of the journey. Unexpected delay. Downside: Going to be late getting back to work. Upside: Finding a cute little town named Fellcrest and it’s even cuter bard. Plus, ADVENTURE!!!

Ok ok ok. There were a few minor miscalculation issues that arose partway through the test flight. But no one said it was going to go perfectly (the test flights never do), and frankly it wasn’t anything THAT major. Just perhaps a “control error disagreement” is the best way to put it.

You (mystery reader) should have seen the landing though. It was spectacular.

Repairs needed to get back in the air:

Some soarwood – might have a lead on this
Minor sail stitching
Arcane ritual thing
Air Elemental

The ship is currently being securely hidden in the northern Eldeen Reaches in the forest.

Upon hiding it, I intercepted a young male farmer who seems to be a fair soldier and wields an ax. His name is Amars and he brought me into town. Poor thing didn’t realize he was a dog howling at a reflection of the moon until later that night when I met Celia, the beautiful bard. The tavern in the tiny town (more a cluster of farms really) is run by a great large ogre named Zac who seems like a guy I’d love to hang out with – if he lived someplace a bit more accessible I might plan on spending more time in his establishment. As it is, I need to just find a way to get back in the air and then get out of here.

There might be one small further delay on that though. Turns out there is a little girl in town who has been afflicted by a supernatural illness. Might be a curse. A deva chap named Gamal says he believes it to be a variety that spreads. Damn. Celia, as well as a druid in the town named Nemata, had visions my first night here about a lichy dame named Lady Saharel up in the Shadowcrag Mountains north of here. Looks like myself, Gamal, Amars, and a magically inclined bloke calling himself Devon are off to find out more. .



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