[0] Morgrave - Skyship Tower

S'sylin was not an individual who cared much for company. He had a fat book on the history of Xen'drik with him that he perused by day. Only at night would he emerge regularly from his cabin, appreciating the crisp night air and the unobstructed sight of the stars above. The fact that most passengers had retired by the time he emerged also pleased the dark one..

Wow! This isn't like the maneuvers at the start of our trip!Lash weaves an arm and a leg into some cargo netting.

As the airship lurches, Samarath shoots to his feet. Swiftly rolling all his maps and stuffing them into his backpack, he held Gem tightly as he dashed out of his room and tried to make his way up to the deck despite the movement of the airship.

Rythorn is unpersuaded by the captain's call. I can take it in just fine from the ground, he thinks to himself. He's checking through his bag, making sure everything that he prepared for the journey is there, when the ship begins its unscheduled descent.

Rythorn quickly runs into the hall where there's a view of the stairs out before finding a location to brace himself and holds on with all of his might.

S'sylin was having a delightful time in his cabin with his book when the ship lurched and he was thrown from the bed. The sinking feeling in his stomach told him they were dropping from the sky. Panic set in a brief moment until his will asserted itself and told him he could do nothing to change that, but he should get ready for the impact. He hoped it would be on water, or it wouldn't matter much. With that sobering thought he grabbed a firm hold for dear life..

Cualli had not unpacked and had spent very few waking moments in his cabin, so naturally, he was on the main deck when the invisible force suspending them in the air suddenly let go. He made an attempt to hide the look of total distress from his face as he grasped for the rails

Lash groans in pain. He pushes past his pain to assess his injuries. He determines nothing is critical. He curses himself for not being able to use his Shield spell.
When he focuses beyond himself the elementals give him a fright. Looking for a place to hide he again sees the Professor lying in a heap. He rushes, no, limps to her. Professor! Can you move? Can you speak?

Cualli gets back on his feet and spits out a mouthful of sand. He takes in the general chaos of the scene before him. He watches Lash and Verin run off in the general direction of the water when the panic finally hits him.

My things!

Cualli grabs a handful of sand and starts making a beeline for the porthole window of his lower deck cabin attempting to avoid the notice of the elementals.

Samarath groaned as he got to his feet, checking that Gem was still cradled safely in his arm. Ironically, the fact that he was still on the staircase on the way to the deck had helped him because he had something to hold on to until the ship was nearer the ground. Still, what a harrowing way to land.

He looked around for his fellow students and spotted the creatures. What were those things coming from the ship? Did they crew it or even power it somehow?

The deafening caucaphony of the ship ripping apart was like the tolling of the bells of doom. All around him S'sylin could hear wood warp and splinter even as the momentum of the vessel carried it forward in its death throes. Finally, as it slowed and he felt himself moving horizontally rather than vertically the dark dragonborn began hoping very carefully he might live through this disaster. Then, finally, the ship had stopped and he dared open his eyes. The first thing he noticed was that one side of the ship was gone, and he was looking over the ocean strewn with flotsam and wreckage. Very carefully he stood up, acutely aware of the battering he had received, but he did not believe himself injured. Fortune favored him, and he was sure many would not be so lucky. But he was not out of danger yet. The broken ship was hardly a safe place to stay in. He hurried to the locker at his cot to retrieve his gear which was luckily still unpacked. He then picked up the weapons he had taken along, a quiver of javelins and a mighty studded war club. Then he tried opening the door but found it blocked on the other side. Instead he carefully edged to the broken hull and peered down. It looked safe enough to slide down it, even if he would land in the water. He was close to a beach. It took his mind a moment to process what he was seeing on the beach. It was the other half of the airship. He could see straight into its insides, like a beached skeleton. He had been very lucky indeed..

There was no point waiting. He slid down into the cold embrace of the sea. Thankfully he was an excellent swimmer while his club floated and it took him only a few minutes to reach the beach side, where he collected his breath as his clothes dripped. As he gathered his strength he saw the wounded or dead strewn about as a few measly survivors tended to them. And then the shifting of the wreckage drew his attention. Much to his surprise he saw the elementals emerge. And the creatures seemed rather agitated. The simple realization that something that was strong enough to lift the airship into the sky would likely have no trouble removing his limbs from him made S'sylin choose the better side of valor, and he decided to make a run for the trees. As he was not inclined to watch there and see the elementals dish out that gruesome fate to anyone else, he decided to air his plan to the other survivors.
"Run! The elementals are loose! Run for the trees!"

Verin starts to lift one of the professor's arms, draping it across her own shoulders. "Lash, we can't leave her here. Help me bring her with us!" Her voice is insistant, and slightly panicked. She glances back at the elementals emerging from the wreckage, and tries to stand with the professor.

When the ship came to a stop Rythorn finally let his braced position down. His muscles ached from the effort but otherwise, he came out unscathed. Sensing the need to abandon ship, he quickly ran back to his room and gathered his things and then made his way out of one of the nearby openings just in time to see the elementals moving in and hear S'sylin's shouted plan.

Rythorn agreed that living to another day seemed like the best option. Eyes set firmly on the treeline, Rythorn began to run, stopping only to help anyone along his path that was still living but required assistance.

Seeing Verin struggle with lifting Alacandra, and knowing my lack of muscles, I opt for magic. I flick my wrist to retrieve my wand from my sleeve, wave it in a horizontal circle three times and call out Tensor's Disk!
Another flick of the wrist and the wand is stowed.
I scoop up a handful of sand and toss it on the otherwise invisible disk.
Let's get her onto this.
I help Verin drape Alacandra's body across the disk.
Okay. Where to, Verin? I'll follow you.

"This way," Verin tells him and at a dead sprint runs towards Rythorn to enter the forest as a group.

Samarath takes in what was happening: the elementals getting free and not looking too happy, some of the survivors starting to flee to the forest, and tries to remember how many survivors there should be.