Admittedly, I am longing for the few days upon the open, frozen tundra. I have never flown and shall never long to fly again. Today's travels have seen to that.
The weather had worsened considerably this morning, forcing us to climb high above the trees to avoid a collision. Our ship dipped and swayed during the storm, with no help from our inebriated helmsman, who repeatedly startled us with cries of "Man overboard" each time one of his delusions was swept from the deck. Be it the spirit of the blind mountain goose, or the family of saber-tooth river otters, these friends of Elwoz are quite prone to misfortune.
When I arose from my meditations, I could clearly detect the presence of a chaotic magic. The wind and blinding snow were the work of some malevolent force, of this I am certain. This theory of mine was bolstered by the others' tales of a mounted winged creature spied in the distance. Though I did not encounter this phantom during my watch, I cannot easily dismiss my friends' observation.
We somehow managed to soar through the worst storm I have seen in all my days. For hours our vessel was rocked and battered by the roaring winds and barrage of hailstones. Our first disaster came in the form of a broken fin. The rope which pulls our starboard fin suddenly succumbed to the cold, snapping midway like a frosted twig. This left the fin flapping and tearing in the strong winds, quickly disentegrating before our eyes. The others had their stations on the vessel, so I rushed below deck to find supplies and was able to procure a new fin and some rope.One again on deck, I summoned the magical abilities within these stunning new boots of mine, and was able to walk on the side of the ship as if it were level ground. Is it as if the boots themselves commanded their own gravity. Though initially disorienting, I quickly found my bearings and mended the damaged vessel. However, we were not out of peril yet.
When I arose from my meditations, I could clearly detect the presence of a chaotic magic. The wind and blinding snow were the work of some malevolent force, of this I am certain. This theory of mine was bolstered by the others' tales of a mounted winged creature spied in the distance. Though I did not encounter this phantom during my watch, I cannot easily dismiss my friends' observation.
We somehow managed to soar through the worst storm I have seen in all my days. For hours our vessel was rocked and battered by the roaring winds and barrage of hailstones. Our first disaster came in the form of a broken fin. The rope which pulls our starboard fin suddenly succumbed to the cold, snapping midway like a frosted twig. This left the fin flapping and tearing in the strong winds, quickly disentegrating before our eyes. The others had their stations on the vessel, so I rushed below deck to find supplies and was able to procure a new fin and some rope.One again on deck, I summoned the magical abilities within these stunning new boots of mine, and was able to walk on the side of the ship as if it were level ground. Is it as if the boots themselves commanded their own gravity. Though initially disorienting, I quickly found my bearings and mended the damaged vessel. However, we were not out of peril yet.
As if the storm took umbrage at our stroke of luck and resourcefulness, it began to intensify. Soon we were forced to stand at an angle facing the oncoming wind which tore a few planks from the deck, whizzing past our clueless helmsman as he shouted his side of an argument with Getty, apparently over what to get the "dolphin-bat" for his birthday. At least, that's what I made out amongst the rushing wind, creaking wood, and Diogi's nervous barking.
As chaos nearly engulfed the ship, I was struck by a hailstone in the center of my chest, blasting the air from my lungs and knocking me off balance. For a split second, I watched the desk of the ship race away from under my feet. Luckily I had just grabbed a loose rope tied to the ship's railing. My arms lacked the strength to pull myself in against the torrential force of the wind. Luckily, the ties to the Feywild in this land were strong. I mustered as much concentration as the situation would allow, and slipped through the Fey, appearing safely upon the deck once again, just as another blast of wind rocked the ship.
Alyana skidded to a halt after a short slide. Diogi was thrown against Talos who, with his heavy armor, was fairing well against the whipping wind. Diesa and Corath held as well. Without looking, I knew Elwoz remained due to the stream of curses at his imaginary friends being thrown from the deck.
After this last assault from the storm, I took it upon myself to tie the others to the railings to prevent any fatal falls. It proved to work well, as it caught a few of us during our flight. The storm subsided a few hours ago and, after taking inventory and counting heads, we resumed our trek.
I have finished my watch and have come down below for my meditations and to escape the cold. Unfortunately for any of us resting here tonight, Without seems to be chilling the entire deck with his current affliction. Though nestled under several blankets, ice rests upon his nose and cheeks, and frost has formed all around the floor and bed. I welcome this discomfort for now. To lose his chaotic conditions would be alarming, considering his current condition. Perhaps this is cause for hope.
I shall take my rest now, Journal, and I will be sure to say a few additional prayers for my little friend. May he return to us soon, for I feel this flight will prove most treacherous. Farewell for now, dear Journal. May we be bathed in his glory and light in the coming challenges.Alyana skidded to a halt after a short slide. Diogi was thrown against Talos who, with his heavy armor, was fairing well against the whipping wind. Diesa and Corath held as well. Without looking, I knew Elwoz remained due to the stream of curses at his imaginary friends being thrown from the deck.
After this last assault from the storm, I took it upon myself to tie the others to the railings to prevent any fatal falls. It proved to work well, as it caught a few of us during our flight. The storm subsided a few hours ago and, after taking inventory and counting heads, we resumed our trek.
I have finished my watch and have come down below for my meditations and to escape the cold. Unfortunately for any of us resting here tonight, Without seems to be chilling the entire deck with his current affliction. Though nestled under several blankets, ice rests upon his nose and cheeks, and frost has formed all around the floor and bed. I welcome this discomfort for now. To lose his chaotic conditions would be alarming, considering his current condition. Perhaps this is cause for hope.
