New Faces, New Places

An ominous chime fills the air, the wandslinger's eyes go wide before shifting back to normal. "What the..." He says under his breath.

Dent's hammer swings harmlessly through the air, the wandslinger ducking under the blow. Looking back you notice the skulker likewise sidesteps your attack.

"Watch where you're swinging that thing!" Shouts the orc guard angrily, content with protecting Stellard.

Stunned for the briefest of moments when the skulker discovers the poison had no effect is all you need to you close the distance, your swing cuts him to the ground. Barely breathing, there is great anger in his eyes. "Coward."

Leave some for questioning! Arlieus Somnia! I aim my crystal towards the back of the ship.

Ignoring his insults Vimik you deliver the killing blow to the weakened skulker.

"Why do you persist?!" Yells the wandslinger, beginning to lose his nerve. "Burn!" he thrusts his wand out, shooting a stream of fire at the three at the captains wheel. "NO!" Shouts the orc, maneuvering to protect Stellard from the ever deadly flames, taking the brunt of the attack. "Get back you devils!" Stellard does his best to remain unshaken, crouching with hands blocking his head from the fire.

Quick on his feet Aren sees his spell take effect immediately, wandslinger and nearby skulker suddenly stop moving entirely, their knees buckling until they pass out cold on the hardwood floor.

The remaining two enemies give each other a quick look before turning to escape. A deadly arrow and Dent's spectral hammer strikes the skulker as he turns his back, knocking him down the stairs. Standing at the bow, the lone wandslinger pulls out his climbing apparatus. "Your Tarkanan friends cannot protect you forever Stellard! We will take what is due!"

Planting the claw into the hull, the wandslinger begins to descend, tearing small bits of wood. Before climbing below he shakes his head, swatting an imaginary enemy before slumping over, simply falling overboard. From below a scream is heard, echoing through the air.

The skycoach is a disaster: the deck is riddled with corpses of enemy and ally alike, paint and wood scratched, bloodied, or blackened, and a horrid smell lingers in the air. Any remaining passengers who are still above deck cower in fear, praying silently for this horror to pass.

This spectacle has garnered a few curious onlookers from the surrounding towers and bridges, but soon everyone is in a rush to leave as a siren wails in the distance. "Is everybody alright?" Stellard asks, wiping away sweat from his brow. "I hope you don't mind if we take a quick detour, I'd rather not be present when the Watch arrive." Not waiting for an answer, he pilots the skycoach away from the direction of the sirens, glancing back with a nervous expression.
"Stellard, we need to drop off the pass-"
"Yes I know! First we need to get somewhere safe."
"...Fine."
Dent and Aren overhear Stellard arguing with his remaining guard in a hushed tone.

"Hm?" Stellard turns toward Dent, forgetting he was present. "Ah, about that... I do ever so appreciate your help in this unseemly manner, but I was hoping we could first drop the ca-passengers somewhere a bit less... conspicuous. Speaking of, Jak why don't you tell the others below it's safe." Stellard tries to steer the conversation as well as he steers the skycoach. Giving a short nod the orc shambles to the hatch, muttering "This never happened when we stuck to the schedule."

"N-now hold on just a moment!" Stellard starts to look nervous at everyone's demands. "Surely you understand the need for the other passengers to first be released, this has clearly been a traumatizing experience, and it would be a disservice to continue while the La Velvel Sail is in such a sorry state. I won't be able to fly for a week, if I'm lucky."