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+ Daffodil 11th level human druidess of Obad-Hai +
+ Halbarad 15th level human ranger of Ehlonna +
+ Peyote 12th/12th level half-elven fighter/druid of Obad-Hai +
+ Rillen 18th level human warrior monk +
+ Songa 13th level human huntress +
+ Eyer 13th/16th level wood elven fighter/acrobat +
+ Leila 12th/12th level female grey elven warrior/mage +
+ Relmar 18th level human high priest of Pelor +
+ Validor 11th level human wizard (sage/astrologer) +
+ Date: 7/2/580 C.Y. (Common Year) +
+ Time: midday +
+ Place: the unknown eastern reaches of the Solnor Ocean +
+ Climate: hot and humid +
+ "If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or +
+ reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, +
+ and all that is left is a compromise." +
+ - Robert Fritz +
DCCCLXXVI. Critical Juncture
Two weeks have passed since the encounter with the island that turned
out to be a gargantuan sea turtle...
Peyote: (stands on deck, mopping sweat from his brow with a damp rag)
That sentiment about summed it up. The voyage had gone on for months,
and the ship, though huge, somehow seemed smaller with every passing day.
People were growing sick and tired of each other, with stupid arguments
breaking out regularly. The immense stocks of food and water that the
ship had sailed with were nearly depleted, which meant that the priests
would soon be expending a great amount of time and effort to create more.
It also meant that if anything happened to them, everyone on board would
starve...except, of course, that they'd die of thirst first. Further
complicating things was the recent outbreak of disease; while controllable
thanks to the quantity and quality of priests aboard the _Odyssey_, this
newest problem demanded much of their attention, and wore down their
faith and resolve. Even the normally stout, stoic Relmar - the most
powerful of the high priests on board - was looking haggard and weary
And then, of course, there was the summer heat and humidity, the latter
even greater on the open water. Sticky sweat and the resultant smell had
become a part of daily life aboard the vessel.
Peyote: (raises his arms) I'd feel the breeze...if there was a breeze.
(he turns to Daffodil) How can it be so hot, I ask you?
Daffodil: That's easy. We're on a ship in the middle of nowhere, with
no trees to soak up the heat.
Peyote: Hey, it was _your_ dad who sent us here.
Daffodil: (frowns) I know, and I'm going to get him back for this. I
mean, it would be one thing if we'd found land by now, found this new
continent on the far side of the world...but I'm beginning to wonder if
it really exists, or was someone mistaken?
Peyote: Hear, hear.
Wind had been at a premium for the last few days, and the sails were
empty as often as not. A smaller vessel could have used human power,
via oars, to keep moving, but the _Odyssey_ was far too massive for that
sort of propulsion.
Relmar: (appears on deck, eyeing the sails angrily) Again?
Kiel: (nods) Again.
Relmar: (spellcasting) Surely there is a better use for Pelor's magic
than this. (he waves his hands, and a magically-generated wind fills
Kiel: This is the best use for your magic right now.
Relmar: That, or attending to the sickly below-decks? Soon, we may
have to choose. (he points at the sails) The wind I just summoned
is powerful, and will last for an hour or so. After that, you're back
where you started. (he sighs, then returns to the decks below)
Peyote: That guy seems frazzled.
Kiel: I can't blame him. What he's doing isn't the work of Pelor, but
rather just maintenance...taking care of the sick and the ship. (he
gazes out at the horizon sadly)
Peyote: Dude, it seems that we've been sailing eastward without finding
anything for weeks now.
Kiel: That's because we have.
Leila: What we need is an air elemental. I hate to waste that kind of
magic just to get us moving, but it would be worth it.
Peyote: And we'd have a nice breeze, too. You should do it.
Leila: (debating to herself despite the heat and humidity) On the other
hand, an ice elemental would cool us all off, for quite some time, but
that wouldn't get us moving.
Kiel: (holds up a spyglass, scanning the horizon again) What if all the
legends are false, the tales wrong? What if there _is_ no mysterious
new continent halfway around the world?
Peyote: If that was the case...well, it would still beat the world being
flat, and us sailing over its edge into an endless void.
Kiel: (stares at the half-elf, annoyed)
Peyote: I'm just saying.
Daffodil: (to Kiel) There's a lost continent. There has to be. It's
not possible that my father, guided by Obad-Hai, was wrong.
Kiel: (wipes sweat from his brow) For all of our sakes, I hope you're
That day wore on...and then the next, and the next. The sun beat down
mercilessly, ensuring that the main deck wasn't much of an escape from the
sweltering confinement of the decks below. The crew was grumbling, as
were many of the passengers. Tempers were high, morale was low, and the
problems mounted. And then, a single occurrence took on the significance
of a miracle...
lookout: (shouts something down to a third mate)
third mate: (comes running up to Kiel, out of breath and flushed with
excitement) The lookout's spotted a bird, sir!
Kiel: (grins, his sunburned skin wrinkling)
Halbarad: A bird means land of some sort.
Peyote: Hopefully something more than a little island.
Airborne scouts were quickly deployed, Validor using his carpet and
Leila's magic to fly east and gather information. They returned a short
while later, with mixed expressions on their faces.
Kiel: What is it?
Leila: We've found something...something very strange.
Validor: Something unlike anything ever seen before.
Rillen: Enough of this wordplay - what's out there?
Leila: A wall. A wall of mists, too thick to see through.
Peyote: A wall? In the middle of the ocean?
Validor: There's no other way to describe it. It begins at the water
and rises into the clouds. It extends to the left and right as far as
we flew, which was quite a ways.
Leila: It's just a light gray mist, like a fogbank, except it's so thick
that we couldn't see into it at all.
Validor: And...(he hesitates)
Leila: The wall of mist defies magic.
Kiel: You couldn't use spells to see through it?
Leila: No, I mean literally, it defies magic. The carpet started to dip
as we neared the barrier, and we both got that feeling of weakness and
nausea that accompanies an anti-magic zone.
Validor: And then we watched a flock of birds fly down and through the
mists, and we heard them chirping to each other for a while, until they
faded into the distance.
Leila: As if they were alive and well, and flying back to their home on
some unseen landmass beyond the mists.
Relmar: This is most distressing.
Leila: (nods) To go any farther, we have to risk losing our magic while
we move through the mists.
Halbarad: Hah. That's an easy choice.
Leila: It is for you. (she shakes her head) This isn't good. A thing
like this - this barrier in the middle of nowhere - doesn't just come to
exist. There's something more to all this, and I don't like it.
Rillen: What do you propose, that we turn the ship around and sail all
the way back?
Leila: No, of course not.
Kiel: We'll have none of that. We don't have to like what's ahead, but
we do have to challenge it. Barrier or no, we're going through.
next: breaching the mists
notes: The opening portion of this episode pretty much reflects how
I, personally, react to heat/humidity. In other words, I don't like it
at all. I've frequently bragged of my superpowers that allow me to
resist cold - it's true. I really can walk outside in 50-degree (F)
weather with a short-sleeved t-shirt on and not shiver. I simply don't
get cold as easily as the average human being. The flip side of this,
of course, comes in the hot season. I think it wouldn't be so bad if
not for the humidity in my part of the U.S. At some point, I'd like to
move northward, where the hottest part of the year is only 80 degrees
or so, but for now I'm trapped where I am.
As for the story stuff, well, I'll put it this way: I know what the
barrier is, and I know what's inside it and beyond it. What I don't
know is what exactly is on the "lost continent" that they'll find
eventually. I have about a dozen possibilities, of which about five
are good (meaning that I'd be happy writing a story arc with them). I
just need to decide. I'm toying with the idea of putting it up to a
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