Week of Remembrance

THE QUEEN?!?! Nornin takes a step backwards.
why would the queen of the elves send ships to attack Thessalon? Why is a fly giving the warning and not something big and power full
BAH, never mind that. Wonder if they had any jam on this ship.
Taking a step forward again Nornin keep an eye on this suspicious fly as he starts walkin further into the wreckage.
don't go anywhere guys, i'm just going to look for the jam. Gonna be right back

Nornin - You cant seem to locate a trail through the wreckage that hasn't already been searched.

Marcus - Malphas shrugs shaking his head his expression unchanging from its grim setting. Lysander raising a finger chimes in, If I remember correctly there is a small fishing village on the coast this way. They might be using that as a staging point to leave the continent? He finishes sounding more unsure of his idea than when he started.

Eldobik - Preta gently places you back into position. Some time into travel Tixhin, still nosing around notepads and scrolls, squeaks ecstatically, Eureka! Preta quickly adjusts, jostling you, to keep the excited gnome from meeting the ground. Oblivious of the peril he just avoided, quickly flipping through some more notes eyes wide in anticipation. His broad smile threatens to split his head in two, It's not moving. It... It doesn't move, or better it doesn't have to move. Pointing at your pocket he continues, It actually can bend space and time. It just stops existing in one spot and starts existing in another. Maybe it uses an alternate dimension? How does it pinpoint where it will arrive at? can you reappear inside another object? His endless questions rattle on, many of them ridiculous theories that don't even make sense.

Bacta - After an additional hour of travel, you notice that not only does Malphas not make any sound as he moves, but he leaves no tracks. Living in the forest for so long you are used to people from cities smelling off. He has no discernible sent even when you are directly behind him, or downwind. You feel to learn more would require a close, rather invasive, inspection.

By my beard. This day should be in the history books.
Nornin stomps out of the wreckage.
only missing the queen showing up now

Bacta - His eyes, looking pained, stare off you feel as if they are not observing the forest around you as he responds, A broken shell, alone, without hissra. The final word nags at your mind familiar, but somehow estranged.

Eldobik - Tixhin's face contorts in thought, I would surmise that there is a limit in distance. I am unsure if this is a power limit or a limit on the ability itself. Sadly more testing is needed. Though based on, he fumbles through a bunch of dwarven diagrams and notes, these here and over here. They say change time change space if the symbols were activated correctly. Biased on this I would assume that lack of power was the problem, and supporting that I believe it attempted to teleport again just before it died. Tixhin's eyes widen in shock as Marcus chimes in.

Marcus - The gnomes features turn businesslike, his tone sounding as if he was reciting doctrine, I'm sorry to have to inform you that this is proprietary information that cannot be disclosed at this time.

Nornin - you feel three pulses of magic a pause two more pause and three again.

All - Nearing five in the afternoon, you can all smell the burnt wood wafting your direction. You must be close to the next fallen vessel. everyone perception checks

IT'S THE QUEEN!!!!!!
Nornin balls up on the ground covering his head with his hands.

Nornin hears the tale of this strange contraption.well now, finaly something i might be able to assist you fine gentlefolk with
Walking with confidence in his step he soon stumbles over his own feet. i'm fine. I'm fine
Half crawling the rest of the way, Nornin gets to his feet just steps away from Eldobik. now would there be any chance i could have a glance at this "drone"?

All - You all can make out the next wreckage, more intact then the previous, scarring on the hull shows just how fierce the fighting was. The damage to the forest is minimal with only a few trees still smoldering clearly there was no purge of this crash sight.

Bacta - While everyone is focused on the airship you notice just deeper into the trees a downed green dragon. Not far from the ship leaning against a tree is one of the venetores, though he remains motionless the plate armor making it difficult to discern his condition. You feel the familiar warmth at your side as your dagger gives off a faint glow.

Tixhin - scratching at his chin, It would be good to try and learn more about it. With a shrug he waves is approval.

Marcus - Lysander eyes locked on the wreckage with concern, If they didn't cleans the area they must have been hard pressed. I fear that elves may have escaped.

Nornin - Under your foot you feel something abnormal. Looking down you notice your big toe resting on a bright green dragon scale.

Bacta already aware of the paladin, you see he begins to shake violently.
Everyone else you hear a ruckus, away from the airship, of metal clanking rapidly.

All - Your attention is drawn to the writhing figure of a venetore on the ground. Ripping plants out of the earth you hear him gasping. His hands tear off his visored helm his face deathly pale eyes bloodshot glow teal in color. Head pushing against the ground he is clasping his neck, back arched, and mouth agape. A woman's lush voice fills the area, Turn back, only death lies ahead. Malphas is at the man in an instant hand covering his eyes. Head bowed, eyes closed, he begins muttering under his breath. Her laugh rings like bells, fool, you cannot hope to stop fath... her voice begins to strain trying to maintain control. Soon the air is saturated with a dark and heavy aura Malphas's eyes snap open with a snarled, Release repeating the command several times again, sweat beading on his brow. With one more strained Release the air breaks with a resounding crack like shattering glass. You hear a howling screech from the woman then silence. Malphas slumps against the nearby tree labored breathing eyes still locked on the deceased venetore his voice sounding hoarse, We.. need to hurry.