Every end leads to new beginnings in the Corners of Khorvaire.
Like the emblem of their House, the spires of Lyrandar Tower stretch forth above the city like the arms of a Kraken. To those who are coming to the city, they reach out and welcome airship passengers. But to those like me who are leaving this amazing place, they are like a long wave goodbye from a friend who will be sorely missed.
As our party boarded, leaving behind dear new friends while secretly grateful to be leaving the oppressive summer heat for the open air, we were greeted by the ship's first mate and helmsman Rhordan d'Lyrandar on behalf of our captain Yannika d'Lyrandar.
Boarding an airship is no doubt an unheard of experience for the majority of you, dear readers. So allow me to write down a few thoughts.
First, allow me to extend my compliments to House Lyrandar. They run a fine ship with a very dedicated crew. Within no time at all my dwarven companions and I were whisked aboard and shown our quarters. I was given a very small cabin normally reserved for something called a “cabin boy” who I was told would bunk elsewhere.
On deck, the ship is deceptively intricate. All along the wooden beams and planks runs a delicate web of carven sigils and runes, channeling the power of the elemental that holds the ship aloft. I shall refrain from speaking on the matter further lest I never be able to show my face in Trolanport ever again.
Last, but certainly not the least, is the Ring. Believe me it deserves the capital letter. The great burning Ring can be heard crackling against the air from anywhere on deck. Surprisingly though, it gives off very little heat as it isn't actually burning anything. I am told that when the ship takes flight the Ring will also create a “calm” on deck so we won't be whipped by the wind and won't have to shout to be heard. I don't know how long I stood on deck transfixed staring at the great conflagration but it was broken by a sharp whistle.
The helmsman was blowing a series of calls to the crew as the captain stepped forth to the helm and shouted at everyone to make ready to depart. I ran to the rails and stood on a barrel and waved “bon voyage” to the crowd below and to all my new friends in the City of Towers, especially the one in the bright tunic.
Wish me luck as I begin my latest sojourn everyone. After all, a wizard setting out in the company of a dozen dwarves...
...what could possibly go wrong in the Corners of Khorvaire?
Genbo Santor d'Sivis
