Upon a Sea of Flame Part One
Sixth Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
"I never could have imagined such a place. Is it a dream, a nightmare, or both together?" Rina breathes as she looks upon the unearthly vista known only most often as Zelth Ixen, in the trade tongue, the
Sea of Fire. Waves of roiling oil flow under a wind thrice as hot as a forge's breath reflecting an alien sky alight with coiling ribbons of green, blue, and purple. Here and there the surface ignites seemingly at random with flames that flow between gold, orange, and crimson, giving this part of the Eternal Furnace its name.
Above scores of six-winged beasts half-fly half-swim, calling out with harsh voices like the screech of tearing metal as they look to pick out one of the ember skippers of the deep 'sea'. Technically there is nothing stopping a brave skipper from riding the Phantom Flames, though only the mad or the desperate would try in the face of its treacherous winds, not to mention the commonly held belief that the souls of the damned and accursed rise to join the Upper Realms and there they bide their time to wreak vengeance upon the living.
By contrast if one were to try and navigate beneath the oily surface one must contend with titanic serpents called most commonly 'Devourers of Fat', beasts which can subsist on the the boiling oil but which at times hunt fire whales and even mightier things.
Speaking of fire whales... you spot a a crimson hump arising from the many-hued currents. "Considerate as ever." You feel a relaxed smile make its way onto your face.
"Who...?" Rina never finishes her question as Baella emerges fully from the depths, radiating good cheer like the sun in springtime.
"Hello, friends, wonderful to see you all again in good health!" she calls inside your minds.
"No need to ride those silly shadow things. You can float on my back until we find the first ship, even afterwards if you like."
"That's very generous of you, but won't that be uncomfortable for you?" Dany asks, ever considerate of friends.
"No, of course not. Why you hardly weigh anything..." She trails off.
"Not that there's anything wrong with being little, of course. There's all sorts of interesting places you can squeeze through that I could not even hope to fit in."
Tyene and Waymar both have to visibly hold back laughter as you assure the gentle fire whale that you would not even dream of being offended of anything she might say. Even Ser Richard cracks a full if brief smile while Rina just looks on in increasing bemusement.
Once you handle the introductions, however, the young ice mage is quickly won over by the great-hearted spirit's simple charm and generosity.
"Is there any neutral port we could sail in to to get our bearings?" you ask. "I'd like to be more discerning than blindly hunting the sultan's fleets."
"There are a handful, but you might have a bit of trouble getting into them..." Baella sounds almost embarrassed.
"Those whose souls sing of the cold are little welcomed, for they are feared and thought treacherous."
"Treacherous?" Waymar asks confused.
"It's just stuff and nonsense," comes the reply in a huff of sparks.
"Supposedly it's unfair to take away someone's fire to fight or kill them. How that is supposed to be worse than a whaler hunting calves with spiked brass nets I've no notion..."
Hearing her words and realizing their import Rina seems to forget her momentary embarrassment, her expression setting in a mask of determination with only the glittering blue of her eyes reflecting her anger. "I'm suddenly feeling a great deal better about killing these...
things," she admits.
What do you do?
[] Seek out a port for information on the local political situation
-[] Write in guise (optional)
[] Hunt Efreeti military ships
[] Hunt Efreeti whalers
[] Write in
OOC: Everyone is currently under the effects of Mass Planar Adaption cast by Malarys as well as persistent Tongues on the party members who do not speak draconic.