Hello, you may now embed "gifv" simply by pasting the link (same as youtube). Enjoy!
Our new Indie Games subforum is now open for business in G&T. Go and check it out, you might land a code for a free game. If you're developing an indie game and want to post about it, follow these directions. If you don't, he'll break your legs! Hahaha! Seriously though.
Our rules have been updated and given their own forum. Go and look at them! They are nice, and there may be new ones that you didn't know about! Hooray for rules! Hooray for The System! Hooray for Conforming!
[D&D 4E, IC] Legends of Novus - Goblin Sky-Pirate over the Burning Sands! POST!
Undersecretary Prescott stood on the bow of the Silver Fortune, the wind messing up his long locks of hair. The ship was swaying gently underneath the four giant glass spheres containing the precious tyderia gas that allowed the oversized merchant airship to stay aloft. The four large wingsails inflated fully as they gobbled up the air currents. He nodded approvingly. They were making excellent time, already nearing the edge of the Burning Sands. Within four or five hours they would be in Latapau territory and could stop to resupply the ships. A bellowing awieha caught his attention and he turn to gaze at the giant beast flying escort. As they did so often, it reminded him of the offspring of the large marine whales that would breach outside his coastal village on the shores of Pascony and the deadly manta needlerays that dwelt in the ocean deep. He missed the salt spray of the ocean and disliked these large flying creatures with their giant wings and piercing moans. The five soldiers riding on the aiwha’s saddle looked very bored; it had been a long and uneventful trip.
It was a month and a half to get to the Marathi Empire from Pascony and a month and a half back. The trip had been a great success, one that would result in immense wealth for the Company and most assuredly a promotion for Prescott. These trips were vital to the success of the Company, as exotic Marathi goods sold like wildfire to Pascon and Nuemarian households. The imports were incredibly valuable, which is why the Silver Fortune was one of three merchant airships in the convoy, escorted by six awiehas with Company archers in the saddles. Prescott surveyed the convoy line and nodded satisfactorily. Everything was in order.
The figures lounging near the stern of the ship caught his eye and he frowned. He had disapproved of the Company’s decision to hire private venturing contractors. The PVC M.A.W. had been contracted for this convoy and he couldn’t understand the need for mercenaries. The Company’s Auxiliary Service soldiers were more then adequate to defend the convoy and with such an uneventful trip the cut into the bottom line bothered his halfling financial senses. The mercenaries had been entirely unneeded. Why, he bet they would even…
Several red dots in the distance stopped his thought process. All around him the Halflings had ceased their talk and eyeglasses were being trained on the dots breaking free from the thick cloud back to the northeast. Squinting hard, Prescott hurried to the side of the ship’s captain, Ton Cathay. The captain was speaking in hushed tones with his lieutenant and they looked worried. The red dots were already growing larger and Prescott could already see small wooden baskets underneath the misshapen red balloons
“Captain Cathay, please tell me that is not what I fear it is.” Panic started to grip Prescott when the captain looked at him with dread. All hopes of his promotion started to fade. He was glad now that the Silver Fortune was at the end of the convoy line.
“I fear so, Undersecretary. It appears to be goblin balloons. Looks like a line of sky pirates emerging from the cloudbank.” Even as he spoke, Prescott could hear bells starting their warning toll and the giant awiehas began to pull away from the convoy. Prescott could only stare at the captain dumbly. The captain turned back to his eyeglass.