The Seven

As a matter of fact, it seems like you faced the same foes I did.
I take some steps out of the box and and inspect the crates that have been prepared for my saviors. At least, you didn't end in one of their crates. Then I realize something, quickly look back to the party and count the boxes again. Either there is more of you keeping watch outside or they planned on capturing other people.

Eyes going wide in realization that we are moving and assuming it's the old man, Ink bolts down the hallway towards the direction he thinks the cockpit is. After several steps down the hallway he groans in pain, keeling over gripping at this collar bone gasping for air. He groans again and grabs at his head with his other hand leaning on and sliding down the wall.
After the moment passes he pulls the collar of his shirt down to reveal a large black smudge of ink. His eyes roll in annoyance and he get back up, walking with more purpose and a gait like that of an off put politician, mumbling to himself as he goes.

Ink follows Tixhins gaze to Basra and his eyes go wide. What IS going on here!? Are the rest of you alright? He rushes back to Bacta and attempts to rouse him. Come along friend, we cannot lose you as well, come along. He checks for breathing and then gently shakes the man by the collor of his shirt, getting gradually rougher and if there is no response he will proceed to back hand his cheek.

Bacta shakes the cobwebs from his mind before finally speaking. "I think I just received a vision." Bacta begins to tell his allies what he saw when he fell unconscious.

"There was a titanic metal gate and all around were banners and robed figures. The banners depicted the same three headed serpent that was on the note. A stone altar in front of the structure sat seven crystals: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, and black. One of the figures reverently collected them, connecting them together forming one solid piece. Energies swirled in the gate forming a portal, from this one gargantuan serpent head poked through, then another, and more. Soon dozens hung in the air eyeing the multitude before it. The host of serpents cleared the portal revealing the body they were all connected to. The monstrosity seemed to pause to take in a breath, suddenly all the eyes snapped open and carnage followed. Every time one of the snake heads opened its mouth a swath of destruction magic was released. I was then jolted into the sky, farther than any bird or airship could go. I saw an orb of blue and green more enchanting than anything I had ever seen before hanging in the blackness all around me. A fire spread across its surface consuming the five green masses and then the blue leaving nothing but a black orb."

After gathering my possessions while Eldobik was taking care of his passed out friend, I approach to listen to what is being told.
If I was too late to prevent their theft, I want go ahead and prevent the upcoming disaster.
I take a second to assemble my memories in one consistent course of actions and begin to tell what I've discovered. In the merchant district, I've uncovered a meeting of a "small cult" that was referred as the Cult of the Serpent. They are not, I believe, that small. They might even be the largest criminal organization I've ever heard of!
Does "the Skaamor" speaks to anyone? I thought it might be a reference to either some kind of pre-cataclysm entity, or some recent construct they'd be trying to bring to life.
Cult of the Serpent, Skaamor, multi-headed monstrosity, crystals, portal... What you —what's your name again?— just described seems to match one of these theories.

Eldobik kneels quietly beside Bacta and listens to both stories with a concerned face. Do... Do any of these theories involve someone called little mother? He rubs his collar bone as he says the last of the sentence. I too had some sort of a vision, though mine was more just voices within my head. I wouldnt have mentioned it butits appears Bacta here may be the other disciple these voices mentioned.

I close my eyes to focus on what I heard or saw in that warehouse or on the way to the crate where the party found me.
No... No, I can't say I've heard the name before. Maybe in the report when I took the case? Huuuuuum...

"I’m no ones disciple. That may be the only thing I am sure of right now. That woman though, I wasn’t sure if she was acting like she knew me or not. This blade..." Bacta pulls the bone dagger from his side and displays it to the others. "I spent the majority of my life in the jungles of Arbelladon. One day I stumbled upon a cave. I entered the cave that morning and in an instant," Bacta snaps his finger, "I was standing with my back to the cave with this dagger in my hand and the sun setting in the distance. Ever since that day I’ve had a nagging urge to come to Thessalon, specifically the city of Thanos. I searched for the cave but could not find it again. This dagger is connected to all this in some way. Do you recognize it at all?" The question directed at Beeton.

"Where would we go? What leads do we have to go on to figure lol this out. Should we return to Thanos and speak to the church?"

Ink casts his eyes down and shrugs, I heard two female voices, one called me her only disciple and did not approve of my tattoos. He pulls the collar of his shirt down to show the black smudge of ink as he continues. The other told her that I must adapt or die... And she called the first one little mother while telling her that I was with a disciple of hers... The second voice rather...
I do have an idea of where to go...though, you advised against it earlier, it also gets us no closer to finding any answers to our current predicaments. Are we able to see the other vessel? We could make chase. He looks hopefully at the older gnome.

Ink casts his eyes down and shrugs, I heard two voices, one called me her only disciple and did not approve of my tattoos. He pulls the collar of his shirt down to show the black smudge of ink as he continues. The other, a masculine voice, told her that I must adapt or die... And he called the first speaker little mother while telling her that I was with a disciple of his...
I do have an idea of where to go...though, you advised against it earlier, it also gets us no closer to finding any answers to our current predicaments. Are we able to see the other vessel? We could make chase. He looks hopefully at the older gnome.

"You wish to blindly chase after these people? They nearly killed us all with seemingly little effort. First thing we all need is some rest. If we can somehow track them safely, without them noticing us, then, maybe.

I don't even know you, but if some external input is welcome then I'd say that I agree with your elvish companion. It sounds rather reckless to chase those who almost killed you all without a sweat.
I then walk to Bacta and offer him some of my biscuits. Those biscuits aren't much, but it currently is the best I can offer to thank you for getting me out of that box. That, and my help if you are to look into that cult. Taking one of the biscuits, I crouch and quietly whistle a very high-pitched sound. Seconds later, a cute weasel jumps from behinds a crate and take the food before she climbs on my arm to settle on my shoulder. Here's Slinky, by the way. She's sneaky and clever, but she has a weakness for cookies. I say with a tender smile.

Zigan, been awhile, "I’m good with that plan. Before we leave Thanos though should we make contact with anyone? Is there anyone for us to make contact with? I feel like we have so little to go on. I suppose your lab is as God’s a start as any. "

Well if we are leaving Thessalon I'd like to contact some people in Thanos before to inform the of the recent turn of events so that they can prepare themselves for whatever is coming. The City Watch, mostly...

Tixhin has a great idea, as does our new friend... Though I fear sharing the threat of an attack may be a tad late... He looks around as he rubs his collar bone dejectedly.

"Perhaps you are right Ink. Nornin, do you have any thoughts? At least any that might be relevant and helpful?"