Oloth -- Logs

(COM) Gala'maDred puts both bloody swords into his left hand, and fishes his shadowphone out. He flips it open and speaks into it. "This is Governor Dragonslayer. The Chirikh is returning to Arcana City with wounded Elven Imperial Fleet sailors. Please have healers ready. As well, I wish to speak to any Illithid ship captains who are in port at the moment, or any mindflayer wizards studying at Arcanus. Send someone to round them up. Politely, please."

The ships dock at Arcana Space Docks.

Arcana Space Docks
The spelljammer docks of Arcana City extend up to a quarter of a mile into space, built to accommodate massive numbers of the space-borne ships. The docks are a constant buzz of activity as ships come and go, assisted by quick and able dock crews. To the north stretches the Jewel of Oloth, Arcana City, known as the Night City for its perpetual darkness. Its orbit around the primary star of the system never reaches close enough to cast daylight on this city.

Gala'madred leaps off the deck of the slightly battered Dragonfly as soon as it lands on the EIF dock. He runs, swords still in hand, towards the docking berth of the Chirikh.

The Chirikh settles slowly and a little clumsily into her dock, her maiden voyage under Helm a little more active than is usually recommended. Her crew start cranking open the main cargo bay doors before she is even tied down to get the worst injured to assistance as soon as possible.

Kern steps slightly slower from the deck of the EIF vessel, his own blade still unsheathed and covered in the gore of the Overlord Neogi.

Misery is slower; she is taking her time. Yet as she approaches the docks, tow cables stretching out behind her, and the soft glimmer of her stern tractor beam, gradually reveal the monstrous, shattered but still recognizable form of the neogi deathspider; a gaping hole has been crushed in the thing's stern. Upon Miser's topside are a few of the visible boarders, lounging but keeping sharp eyes upon the captured vessel.

Ophelia's ear tips swivel upward even before she hears the ships' descent and her slanted eyes widen considerably as she spies the Misery's cargo in tow. Awaiting on the docks, the feline searches through those who abandon their ships for any sign upon their faces on how the battle went.

Gala'madred jumps up onto a crate, trying to look over the line of wounded being unloaded from the Chirikh's cargo bay. "Where is my daughter?!" he hollers.

Kern quickens his step at the mention of Sylune...

the SHI Yacht moves in closer, not docking just yet.. The sensors come up briefly, like a feeding barnacle, then retreat...the turrets aim generally away from the shore party but pan every so often

Keesha glides down from the top deck of her ship to land beside Gala'madred. "She'll still be in the ship, Governor. No serious injuries, just a bit battered."

Kern had come right up behind the governor, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the news.

Misery slowly draws into the dock, her infrequent-used landing gear reaching downward as it touches upon one of the landing places. Behind, the deathspider hangs above, baleful and still disturbing with size.

The hatches of the Misery open, disgorging crew, mostly armed members who immediately move to support those boarders remaining aboard the deathspider. Dermott emerges finally, and in the same minute is embracing Ophelia long and tightly. But the moment does not last long, as he reluctantly tears himself away from her to help secure their prize.

COM SHI vessel G.F Bayerlein "Rokhan here, What is the color status of the docking area? has ground position made landing?"

(COM) Chirikh: "Keesha here. Status appears green, the only enemy ship that landed has apparently been dealt with."

COM SHI vessel G.F. Bayerlein "Status received. Copy green, area secure...as it ever is.. Will tie up shortly, then.. Rokhan out."

Gala'madred looks quite relieved. "Kern, let's go heal Sylune.."

Kern's attention is drawn by two of his Knights whom he speaks with quietly, giving them orders to help with the wounded and help secure the deathspider.

Kern says, "Coming, Governor..."

Gala'madred looks around. "Get to work you laggards! Take these injured to Dammerung so they can be healed. You! Stop staring and come secure this neogi ship to the docks!"

Dermott's people are glad for the help in securing the neogi ship, and shortly the Knights are assisting the privateers in offloading the few remaining neogi prisoners.

The ground crews move into action.. some of them coming to Keesha's aid, looking for direction from her. Others work to secure the Neogi ship so that it can be detached from the Misery.

Gala'madred step up to the gangplank of the Chirikh, waiting for Sylune to be brought out.

Kern gives his sword to one of his knights and then moves to intercept Gala'maDred as he boards the Chirikh.

The SHI yacht noses in gently, the turrets rotate to a "stowed" position, and the running lights briefly flare. The ship extends its landing gear, and settles somewhat tentatively into its berth. the lights flick out and the engines wind down

Gala'madred says, "Did you see the Admiral Kern? How fares his health?"

Kern says, "He is not well, but stable. Serak'tin stays with him while he heal-sleeps."

Gala'madred says, "How soon until he is healed? Or have you more spells to cast?"

Keesha skrees, "You are welcome to come aboard, Governor, if you want to see him. We're taking off the worst injured first." She steps to one side to allow a stretcher with a healer in attendance to be carried past.

Gala'madred starts up the gangplank, weaving around those coming down it

Kern says, "Not today, hopefully. I wished to conserve my immediate power in case it would need to be doled out. And the systodweomer is a draining spell, to be sure."

A group of docking crew members return with two empty stretchers..

Gala'madred says, "What is a systodweomer?"

Kern says, "It's what the Simbul called the spell I use to convert spell magic into healing magic. She invented it. Lucky for us."

Gala'madred says, "Aye, indeed... She is a powerful sorceress..."

Somewhere on the MU*, Ian has disconnected. Somewhere on the MU*, Greg has disconnected. Gala'madred says, "Do you see her, Kern?"

Kern smiles wryly. "I never had the pleasure. I only knew the spell because of my brief tenure as a Harper."

Gala'madred says, "I meant my daughter..."

Kern says, "Oh..."

Gala'madred stands up on his tip toes, looking around.

Kern cranes his neck as well. "I think that's her, behind the gunner's mate..."

COM SHI vessel G.F Bayerlein "Dakini, Rokhan here, have just docked. Congrats on the splendid kill upon the ground. Good show. what is your current status?

Priests of various faiths come forth on the docks, kneeling by the stretchers laid out to ply their healing magics.

COM Dammerung/Dakini "Status green, incoming wounded. Will be a bit busy for a bit, but if there's any emergency just call"

Keesha ushers Kern and Gala'madred onto the lower cargo deck of the Chirikh. The once-cavernous space is subdivided into several smaller holds now, and the center deck is in use as a makeshift hospital. It's busy now with stretcher-bearing ground crews and the busy healers, but the bat flits easily through the gloomy space, leading the others to the corner where the Admiral and Sylune are resting.

Gala'madred quickly strides over, crouching down beside Sylune. He lays his bloodied short swords down on the deck, and carefully touches Sylune's hair.

All in all, Sylune seems to have fare remarkably well, despite what's happened to her. She's banged up and bloodied, but is not in serious condition. On a stretcher next to her is the Admiral, in far worse shape.. and then beyond him, Cynergy Vrinn.

COM SHI vessel G. F. Bayerlein "Understood. No emergency as yet. powering down. may see you in a few. Rokhan out."

Gala'madred says, "Kern, please, heal her so I can wake her up...."

Kern pulls a vial from his belt, pouring the contents into his hands and wiping them with the liquid as he recalls the words of the spell...

Dermott steps up the gangplank quietly, sidestepping stretcher-bearers, ducking his head slightly to the priests who pass him. He makes his way slowly and quietly through the room towards Keesha, Gala'madred, and Kern.

Kern murmurs gentle words of power, his eyes illuminating with a rainbow glow as he lays his hands on Sylune's belly....as he chants, Power surges through his body, into her....

Sylune's body arches up under the power that Kern is feeding into her. Gradually, her wounds lessen somewhat, though not completely.

Gala'madred smiles, his gaze fixed on his daughter. He doesn't seem to have noticed Rennyn or Cynergy laid out beside Sylune, nor does he note Dermott coming up behind him.

Gala'madred strokes Sy's hair, speaking quietly to her, trying to wake her up.

Rokhan eventually emerges from the vessel, wearing combat gear and a closed 'muzzled' helmet. He's all mustard brown and juniper green stripes as he negotiated the gangplank, wearing vacc-rated armor. Upon reaching the foot, he keys the fob, which emits a piecing chirp, and the gangplank retracts. he pauses for a moment and surveys the chaos of the docks, and adjusts his slung rifle and walks along the dockside carefully

Gradually, the casualties are moved off towards the Dammerung, leaving only the Admiral and the Vrinn sisters behind.

Kern's hands warm as he gives up more of his stored magic to try and rouse her to consciousness.

Gala'madred blinks slowly, seeing Cynergy....

Rokhan approaches the small knot of elves dockside, and pauses, keeping a respectful distance as he opens the visor of his helmet to take a breath of air.

Gala'madred says, "We should take them to Dammerung, now that Sylune is healed."

Dermott glances over to the armored figure, and nods quietly in greeting, moving to stand beside Rokhan. "Very well done with that Mindspider, Rokhan," he says quietly, glancing back at Kern and the Vrinns.

Kern blinks at something, and then stops in mid chant. The glow slowly fades. "Hmm. I've just been told that there is an unnaturalness to Sylune's slumber. I cannot rouse her with healing magic alone.

Gala'madred says, "Oh?"

Kern says, "And not just her, but the other slaves and elves as well. "

Rokhan nods curtly to Captain Dermott, his eyes also on the Vrinns, "Thank you Captain. I approached my task in the most expedient and efficient way I could.

Gala'madred says, "Those blasted Neogi knocked them out... A drug, perhaps? I could stick her with Wake Up. "

Gala'madred pulls the small tobacco pouch from his belt, and digs into it for a small throwing dart, and a vial of clear liquid.

Kern says, "Dakini says that it is some sort of mental 'conditioning'...most curious. I did not know the neogi had psionic capabilities."

Gala'madred says, "Yes, many Neogi possess mind powers.. "

Gala'madred says, "Though hardly on par with the Gifts of the Mindflayers..."

Kern says, "Or maybe not. Their pet umber hulks can cause confusion with their eyes alone...maybe it is a kind of hypnosis."

Dermott says, "Well, 'efficient' certainly describes it. One keg and that was that.... No problems in dealing with it, I hope?""

Rokhan says, "I would be very, very careful, if I were you, Milord.."

Keesha skrees, "In that case, I'd be careful with potions or drugs. You probably want another psionic to wake them back up. "

Gala'madred considers...

Gala'madred says, "I could test it on Aelorothi first... aye, thy warning of caution is warranted I think."

Gala'madred rises up from his crouch, and steps over to Rennyn

Kern nods. "In the mean time, I can at least heal physical wounds." He moves to kneel beside Cynergy and Rennyn, calling forth the words of the systodweomer once more, laying one hand on Rennyn, the other on Cynergy.

Rokhan turns back to Dermott, "Well, Captain, The guns crippled it, and the drum of KKD finished it. I could not allow it to pass, and engaging it, at it's preferred range, seemed folly, best to destroy it, at my preferred range, and finish up at my leisure."

Dermott nods to Rokhan, grinning slightly. "Engage the enemy on your terms, rather than theirs."

Gala'madred looks over.

Kern says, "Leave be, Gala'maDred. Dakini seems to know the cause, perhaps she can fix it more easily."

Rokhan nods curtly, "Absolutely.. as should we all."

Keesha snorts from her overhead perch. "How else, indeed? First law of battles."

Gala'madred says, "A good tactic, Rokhan.. However Captain Dermott and I were able to spare slaves and prisoners by boarding our spider."

Kern once more loses himself in the magic, chanting as he glow once more spreads from his hands to his patients...

Serak'tin comes flapping madly towards his mage, hissing at Gala'madred!

Gala'madred hisses at Serak'tin!

Gala'madred says, "Hey, back off, lizard..."

Serak'tin hisses at Gala'madred!

Dermott says, "Do we know if the mindspiders had slaves? Erk? Seraak'tin...?"

Rokhan arches and eyebrow at Lord Gala'madred, "Milord, We have had our differences in the past, and this may be yet another one, but we have both born our differences with each other in good humor."

Gala'madred swats his gloved fingertips at Serak'tin's snout.

Gala'madred says, "All mindspiders have slaves..."

Serak'tin snaps his jaws at Gala'madred's fingertips!

Keesha skrees, "They probably did, the Neogi do that as a matter of course... but there are limits to what you can do."

Kern makes no notice of the shenanigans, focusing on the spell....

Gala'madred says, "They are used in the lifejammer helms, and to lift and move things.. and as food."

Dermott frowns slightly. "I hadn't realized that. Why were the other two mindspiders, well, just destroyed, then?"

Keesha shudders. "Even blowing them up was probably doing them a favor."

Gala'madred says, "Oh, Rokhan, I'm not disputing that you did well to destroy that ship.. It merely saddens me that innocents had to perish, to preserve other lives... A difficult victory..."

Keesha skrees, "It's called 'collateral damage', Dermott. You regret the necessity, but it is nonetheless a necessity."

Rokhan says, "Absolutely, Captain. Active enemy assets were annihilated as they were engaged. "

Serak'tin lands on Kern's shoulder and continues to flap and screech at Gala'madred.

Dermott says, "Every victory would be difficult, then... what in the world is Serak'tin angry about?"

Rokhan says, "Every Victory is difficult, captain."

Kern's brow beads with sweat as he pours healing into his two comrade's, feeling the ebb of their lifeblood beneath scarred flesh...

Rokhan looks over at the small fire lizard and arches an eyebrow..

Keesha chirrs soothingly at Serak'tin. "What's wrong, little one?"

Gala'madred backs away from Rennyn. He crouches to pick Sylune up, carefully cradling his 'little girl' in his arms.

Gala'madred says, "We should take them to Dammerung to be treated.. and find out where those squid-heads I asked for are..."

Serak'tin calms down finally.. settling himself in to watch what Kern is doing to his mage.

Rokhan says, "Captain Keesha, isn't that little lizard the um... I forget the term.. 'associate of The Admirals?"

Gala'madred says, "Familiar"

Rennyn and Cynergy's bodies react almost immediately to Kern's healing spell, each of them healing some of the more worrisome injuries..

Keesha nods. "Yes, he is. I'm not quite sure why he's taken a dislike to the governor."

Serak'tin skrees at Keesha, "Governor try to hurt my Mage!"

After a double or triple handful more of seconds, Kern sways slightly...but he does not yet waver as he continues to chant, his face growing pale...

Rokhan tilts his head, ten turns to look at Lord Gala'maDred. His lordship's reflection is in Rokhan's flat oculars.

Dermott deadpans, "Well, that explains it...."

Serak'tin leans over and nips Kern's ear, trying to distract his spell.

Gala'madred says, "I was going to wake him up, that's all"

Rokhan continues to gaze at Gala'maDred, "really?"

Keesha frowns. "We were going to take him to Dammerung to let him heal them. This is not an ordinary sleep spell."

Gala'madred puts the vial of drug away, shrugging.

Keesha skrees, "Serak'tin! Behave, he's just doing a normal healing spell."

Gala'madred says, "If I intended to poison him, I would have done it on the neogi ship, during the confusing of the rescue. "

Rokhan holds his for a beat longer, then turns to look at the wounded.

Gala'madred shakes his head slightly, grinning in amusement

Kern blinks! at the sudden pain in his lobe...he fumbles the chant and the glow fades. Kern sways again, momentarily going to his hands. "Whoo....uh....what was that for..."

Serak'tin gives Kern a disapproving look. "They sleep. You wake. Keep it that way."

Gala'madred says, "Irrational little lizards, those beasts are"

Kern blinks at Serak'tin, trying to decipher what he said. He seems to get it as he smiles weakly, giving the pseudodragon a salute, "Aye, aye, sir."

Gala'madred hefts Sylune, and starts to walk across the cargo bay, carrying her down the gangplank.

Rokhan mutters "gut kleine hund". Seeing that he's only getting in the way here he nods curtly, respectfully at the lords, hitches up his rifle and makes his way painfully up the street.

Dermott folds his arms. "Well, my people have the deathspider secured... I suppose I'll head down to the Dammerung, and see if there's anything needing to be done there... unless there's something we can do for you, Kern, now?

Dermott says, "Or Captain Keesha?"

Rokhan walks northwest, onto Faern Way.

Keesha chirrs to herself. "Dakini says its a psionic conditioning, used to keep the slaves from being troublesome. Better let Dammerung handle it.

Gala'madred says, "Aye, Captain Dermott, have your marines keep those Neogi and their crew held, until I return with someone capable of arresting and incarcerating them properly. "

Kern hrhrms. "Help pick me up, Dermott. I think I need to lay down somewhere...have Talabrina feel me that god awful brew..."

Gala'madred walks northwest, onto Faern Way.

Dermott nods, and moves over to Kern, offering the mage-Knight his shoulder to lean on.

Serak'tin perks, "I get icky drink from pretty elf bar! Meet at live-house?"

Kern blinks as he grabs hold of Dermott's shoulder and slowly stands. "I think I'm getting used to Serak'tin. I actually understood that."

Dermott offers to carry Kern with him.

Kern scrambles up on Dermott.

Keesha waits with Gala'madred and Kern until the Admiral's and the Vrinn's turns arrive. She flies high guard over them while they are being transported to Dammerung.

Kern nods to Serak'tin. "Live-house it is."

Dermott says lightly, "That or you're loosing it.... Come on, it's not far...

Keesha skrees, "Come along, Serak'tin. You help me make sure no one sneaks up on your mage while they take him to live-house."

Kern laughs weakly and moves with Dermott.

Keesha offers to carry Serak'tin with her.

Serak'tin grins toothily at Kern and flaps off towards the bar..

Serak'tin scrambles up on Keesha.

Keesha walks north to the Southern End of Erythyn Street.

Keesha takes Serak'tin with her.

Dermott walks north to the Southern End of Erythyn Street.

Dermott takes Kern with him.

Kern walks north to the Southern End of Erythyn Street.

Keesha comes down the gangway from Chirikh's command deck.

(Log stopped Fri Mar 30 1901 09:03 PM by "Keesha" at "Arcana Space Docks" OOC)

(OOC) Wed Apr 4 1901 10:15 PM by "Cynergy" at "Arcana Space Docks" (OOC)

Her gown is wondrous, yet at the same time unsettling. It is undeniably beautiful in a forbidden sense, for truth should not be so bold in detail. Made of dyed silks of blues and grays (those becoming darker as they layer), colors fade into one another like a winter sky, along the bodice....layers of these, five visible. First a slip dress, studded so faintly with crystal gems. Upon this yet another sleeved layer, the studding upon it seeming abstract from the former garment, yet it forms a draping over the slip directly. The third silk half-dress falls diagonally across her form, thusly patterned, abstract from the first two, but it now becomes a visible arrangement... a sudden apparent pattern. Another shorter dress like the former is cut higher, studded as all before it, on the same diagonal. Lastly, the robe. It is the essence of her ensemble. So sheer that it conceals not even the innermost gem buried far deep in the silks, it is long, to the floor, folding in on itself in many creases, attesting to it Therefore she is concealed neck to silver-slippered toe in the night sky, in heart-stopping accuracy. Each layer is the distance and endless dimensions of heaven, the outermost glittering gems seeming as the closest stars. The striking beauty of her delicate features only adds to the quiet power she radiates. Framed by thick black lashes, her eyes are an intensely dark emerald hue, iridescent flecks of gold standing out in sharp contrast as a veritable burst outward from her pupils. A faint blush plays on her cheeks, contrasting softly on her smooth skin like a rose petal kissing new fallen snow. Her lips are full, glossed lightly with a sheer wine-colored tint. Long golden curls fall loose and untamed over her shoulders to her waist, the thick tresses glittering with a metallic shine. The hood of her outermost robe is down, but even still, small binding clasps within her hair are studded with the same gems as her gown, taking on the completion of the constellations upon her back as her tresses hang down over her dress. She embodies the heavens, embraced by starlight. The effect is nothing short of arcane.

Cynergy rushes into the dock area, not attired in her uniform, but rather in her civilian attire. After a few moments of searching, she sees a small skeleton crew of elves working on the flitter "GoldenFire", which still has her name and former ranking on it's side. Seeing it brings an absolutely devilish glint to her eyes, and her breathless words are urgent to the crew. Yes, her flitter is ready. They do not look as excited as she, but as pointedly and respectfully as they can manage, ask after Captain Sylune Vrinn and Admiral Aelorothi. Cynergy politely tells them that they will recover and be down to see the mechanics in time, that all is coming under control. The standard bland answer, the same soft smile, and she's rushing off and telling them to load a small amount of provisions into the flitter, thanking them before rushing off yet again in the direction of town.

(Log stopped Wed Apr 4 1901 10:22 PM by "Cynergy" at "Arcana Space Docks" OOC)

(OOC) Wed Apr 4 1901 10:54 PM by "Cynergy" at "Arcana Space Docks" (OOC)

Cynergy enters the area again, this time attired in her flightsuit and carrying a small flightbag. Her step is determined, but not as rushed as before. Saying not a word to anyone, only nodding, she steps to the flitter, now clear of crew and packed with a meager amount of provisions, and disappears inside. In moments the necessary clearance to take off is obtained, and GoldenFire raises up, turns, and cruises out into space. the further out it flies, the faster it gains speed, finally blasting out of sight a steady urgency.

(Log stopped Wed Apr 4 1901 10:57 PM by "Cynergy" at "Arcana Space Docks" OOC)

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