The normally warm tropical air has a faint cold to it, and it was even snowing in the middle of spring. Small chunks of ice floated in the ocean waters around the island. The chill from the wind could go right through the bones, and many tried their best to survive the cold, their saving grace being they had just gotten out of winter these last few months. Were this winter, it might just kill off Man and Sahuagin alike.
The beach sands were cold and damp, both from the snow and blood. Bodies littered the beach, but those that showed signs of life were dragged to a grassy, rocky part of the beach preceding it. The remains of the Wyndspire Falcon rested half in the sand and half in the water in many pieces.
The Halfling man, Jeets stood by the survivors. He explains to them about the recent activity on the island, and the Unnatural cold.
"Hoy, you wouldn't believe tha things that've been 'appenin' here. First 'ese cultist blokes tried ta rob me, a big white dragon appearin', and now its snowin' all over! I bet me lucky coin its 'at dragon causin' this."
He shook his head and looked back at the group "So what's yer stories eh? You can roight outta the sky in that there big airship. I ain't found anymore a you alive, but I 'aven't been in the ship yet. Maybe you'll find something in there eh? Once you get done gatherin' yerselves, meet me up 'ere!" Jeets points to a small rectangular white tent set up on a small hill.
"I'll do my best ta patch ya up, and I'll take ya to the main village not to far from 'here, maybe an hours walk. I'll go get my things all packed up, and wait for ya."
The sound of a quill scribbling upon a page of a notebook is the only sound that fills the private cabin Morgan had paid for himself...well sans the sound of the wind blowing outside that is. He was in the process of taking down notes of his experiences as well as sketching a number of sights he saw on this journey as well as the airship itself. Admittedly this was a fine voyage but, to his years of adventuring and writing, this was a rather bland start to the adventure. Both in book and in actuality. With a quiet sigh, Morgan finishes up his notes and decides to wander about the ship in the meantime. After putting out and cleaning his smoking pipe, he then hides away his writing material. Making one final check of his belongings, Morgan put on his backpack and grabbed his walking stick before leaving his cabin.
Life was bustling in the lower deck of the massive ship. Dozens upon dozens of travelers were present and in various states of motion. Some were relaxing and appreciating the placidity of the flight while others were wandering around the ship, curious of the marvel of an airship they were on. Morgan smiled slightly at the sight before continuing his way through the ship. He didn't get too far before a massive blast of wind caused the ship to tip and causing a number of the passengers to stagger. Morgan managed to keep his footing but the suddenness of the gale of wind was extremely strange. "What in the nine hells was that?" He asked with a confusing sense of déjà vu while helping some of the passengers regain their footing.
He did not have to wait for an answer as a blast of frozen air slammed into the side of the ship and caused massive damage to the flying vessel; sending it plummeting down like a bird that had it's wing torn off. It was chaos in the lower deck, screams of both young and old filled the air along with the sound of air rushing by at breakneck speeds. Morgan stuck his walking cane in between a guard rail and the wall held tightly onto it for dear life. For a few short moments, it seemed like that it would hold out, but it was all for naught as the vacuum caused by the differing air pressures was too great and tore off the already damaged wall of the plummeting ship. Bringing Morgan along, guardrail and all, into the chilly waters of the sea bellow. The impact knocked the man out completely. Morgan came to with a surge of pain filling his entire body as well as an extreme chill causing the soaked author to shiver like a leaf in the wind. With shaky hands he lifts himself up from the unnaturally cold grass and see the aftermath of the accident. Some were still alive, but a vast majority of the passengers were lying lifeless on the beach or quietly floating in the waves behind him. A weight settled in his heart when he noticed that not all of the bodies were from the adults. The one that had saved him was standing in front of him and seemed to be happy that he was still with the living. He The halfling man then explains the situation of the island as well as the situation regarding the ship and the passengers. "Such a tragedy that all this life has been carelessly wasted..." Morgan muttered quietly to himself and offered a quiet but sincere prayer to the gods for the dead. The halfling then told them that if they were ready, they should meet up in his tent on the nearby hill. "Ah, apologies for my rudeness. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Morgan Sterling Whitaker. An author, adventurer, and gentleman seeking inspiration for another story...though it seems that inspiration found me instead." He gives his savior a quick but respectful bow. "I thank you for saving my life and I am in your debt."
-Time Worn Walking Stick -Durable Knapsack -Leather Bound Notebook x 1 -Smoking Pipe x 1 -Tobaco Tin x 1 -Tinder Box x 1 -Small Switch Blade x 1 -Spare Clothes x 1 -Small Bottle of Rum x 1 -Quill x 10 -Inkwell x 5
