Beyond the mortal realm, a tale of Dungeons and Dragons

Troubled times

Chapter 23, A long time to wait

So, a lot has occurred in the past few weeks. To begin with, the assault on the airship was a success. We joined forces with a Pandarin monk, he helped us take down the guards, who didn't stand a chance against our combined force, and we raided the Anvil, letting Cerion and the Pandarin monk to go their separate ways as we stole the airship.

Whilst at their base, I also managed to catch up with some old thief partners from my childhood. Seems like most of the thieves got caught in a raid on the headquarters and were hung as an example. It seemed Cecil survived, though no one has seen him since the attack. This was something I was intending to look into.

I had no experience with airships; I had little experience with magic in general, but I was the one to pilot us out of Egivere, slow though it may have been. Balistas opened fire on us, and Dragon Obelisks attempted the same. Luckily, I had accidentally evaded the shots to escape the port and the confines of the city.

From there, we headed towards the mountains, where we headed towards the Sofian temple, the temple of air. It was here that Mort recieved his armour that Sofia had bestowed upon him after showing our strength as a unit, being able to work as a unit, rather than individuals. We also bought a cow, and I got myself some white robes to blend into the rich districts and for meeting high class figures, which I did a lot of at the temple of air. My dark robes didn't really suit the surroundings.

Before we reached the temple however, we stopped off at the dwarven city of Danburr where I managed to rename the Anvil as The Black Wolf, and change the figurehead into that of a black wolf's head with blue eyes. We also itted our airship with balistas and supplies to last our journey and to fund Sven's smithing in his workshop (a store room he had commandered as his own).

It is now that I write these pages as we are approaching the famous city of Stanlow, the capital of the continent of Gogotol.

'Arno, I think it best we try and stay on the good side of the law here. We don't want the largest city on the continent to want to hunt us down.' suggested Mort

'Agreed. We sould keep a low profile.'

The airship pushed forwards, and upwards over the hills that covered the view of the city to reveal Stanlow. And what a sight it was. It seemed to stretch for miles accross/ The skyline was full of towers, houses, and statues. Huge eagles came soaring past the airship, flying side by side and darting into aviaries the size of keep towers. They appeared to be the messaging system in the city.

My breath was taken away, nothing I had seen came even close to amazing me as much as this. The sunrise broken up by the towers that covered part of the horizon, the coast rolling out behind this city. The eagles soaring high above he streets, weaving in and out of towers and flight paths of other birds.

The quayside had many empty docks for ships of all varieties to set down, and each one extended like a finger reaching towards the low, rising sun.

We flew over the whole city at a smooth, steady pace before swivelling round and docking to the city. Even from the ground, the view was breathtaking, its towers, its infrastructe, and even an abondoned keep seemed to eminate a powerful escence. It was almost as if the world had intended for us to fall straight into the lap of this city, and we stood like two deer in a fireball. Our eyes wide and our mouths wide open.

'Right, let's go explore.' I exclaimed

'Agreed, of to the tavern!' Mort added

Chapter 24, Gnome place like home

We walked down the gangplank to the quayside port, the wooden docks strecthing out towards the ocean, the sun at our backs. The early morning sky a light, gentle blue. The city rolled before us in all its glory.