conversations: human
conversations:  The waves lap against the bulk of the  Floating Fortress  gently. The weather seems fine, with any clouds hundreds of miles away. The vessel itself is a retired military transport ship, now converted to carry small amounts of cargo and civilian travelers. It was a good ride for the people riding, as fair was not cheap, but food and board were good. With lovely weather like this, the staff has served on deck picnic for the passengers pleasure.
  
  It also presents time mingle that wasn't available in the cozy but admittedly small below deck quarters. Some freshly caught fish is served and as you enjoy the meal, a few of the other passengers catch your eye. Adventurers, just like you. The kind of people who had never done a day of workman's labor to earn their evening meal, one of the more adventurous or insane members of society who proffered the wander and acquire job description. By mutual attraction you and the other obvious protagonists end up on the same picnic blanket, as of some divine and unoriginal force has drawn you together.
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak strides onto the deck, every inch the consummate noble. Covered in gold baubles and adorned in what appears to be gold cloths, he strikes an impressive (if a bit unnecessarily opulent) figure.
   "Good day, my fellow passengers,"  Menak says as he strides towards the blanket where the other adventurers are sitting.
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  "And good day to you, my friend." 
  Answers Rendal, eyeing the newcomer for a while.
  
  He looks... different... 6'8'' tall, muscular, with white hair and emerald green eyes. His skin is dark which makes quite a contrast with the hair. He wears clothes suitable for travel, but even these are unusual. Shirt and pants of highest quality, even if of simple design, a wide-brimmed hat and a cloak, covered in small, still living plants. He sits with his back to the water, keeping his staff (covered in ivy) by his side and smokes a black, carved pipe with a pleased look on his face.
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Hello!  Hello everyone.  (to Menak)You look amazingly rich.  Why are you an adventurer?  We all seem to be the only ones who know about combat. Fancy that.  I imagine we make quite the show.  My name is Salariel.  What are yours?  And where are we going?  I just met a man who hired me to go on this ship.  No real information, asides from the promise of adventure.  The food seems to be delicious, though, especially today. "
  
  Salariel seems to like attention.  She has purple hair, and she wears clothing that males pay attention to.  It is a bright purple in color, and is skin tight, but it does not cover much.  Her skin almost seems to glow, yet she is looking around at everything excitedly, as though she has never been on a ship before.
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak takes a seat, gold trinkets tinkling as he moves.
   "Well, I used to be an adventurer, but I quickly found that with my particular talents, I could make money faster and live a safer life just by working from home. That and the fact that my age sadly grows larger every day convinced me to retire from adventuring. As for my wealth, the gold surrounding me is mostly the result of my unusual talents. Would you like a demonstration?" 
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Oh.  That would be interesting.  You turn things into gold.  Sounds porfitible in the short term, but if you turn everything into gold, no more money.  I wonder what people would use as money then?  Perhaps silver or copper would replace it, or maybe paper.  Still, gold is shiney, it is just fairly useless for anything.  Can you show me? "
  Salariel pulls out a wooden block from her spell component pouch, and hands it to Menak.
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak grins, reaching out to grab the wood block.  "How much does this weigh, exactly? I'll bet that I can do far better. Can you pass me your rapier?" 
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  " But then I would have a gold rapier, which would be useless in combat.  How about this (reaches into quiver, pulls out 10 foot pole)?  It would be shiny.  And gold. "
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  "And quite heavy... I am Rendal by the way."  He says as he looks with curiosity in his eyes what the others are doing...
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  "An object does not change in weight when I transform it, nor does it loose it's effectiveness in combat." 
  At this, Menak pulls out his longsword, which is made of solid gold.  "I have learned how to make my gold stronger- this sword is not only stronger than gold would normally be, but it is stronger than iron, too." 
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  " Well, in that case, a golden rapier sounds like fun.  Could you do both?  A super strong gold 10 foot pole would be handy at some point I am sure.  Hello Rendal.  Enjoying the trip?  Any idea where we are going?  I was kinda... distracted during that explanation I think. "
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  "We travel to Peladon."   A small, scruffy-looking human boy with sky blue eyes spoke up, sitting at a nearby table.  He poked at his fish, absent-mindedly.   "The City of Light.  The Grand Temple of Pelor is there.  That's where I'm going.  Daniel.  Daniel Rodgers.  Fourth son of Mordacai Rodgers.  And apparently a seer."   Daniel gazed out over the sea, staring at the clear horizon.   "You might want to find cover.  A storm is coming." 
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  A sailor laughs at the PC's prediction. "No boy, the sea may be a fickle and unpredictable mistress, but today she remains calm for us." A few others are gaping in awe at Menak's extensive wealth, on his person alone.
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  " I could sink the ship, or fly away from it, or convince you a storm was coming.  Are you some sort of seer?  Would sticking everyone to the deck be helpful?  What sort of storm?  Do I survive?  What about everyone else? "
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  "So you are a servant of destiny, Daniel? Nice to finally meet one of you, I myself am more of Nature servant... and if the storm is really coming... it would be an interesting sight to see." 
  
  He turns to the alchemist who still didn't give his name  "Hmm, I was taught that not everything that glitters is gold... If this doesn't have weight of gold nor hardness of gold... I guess my teachers would just say it isn't gold..."  He says with polite smile on his face.
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  OOC: Archmage, can you please change the color of your speech? It's really hard to read.
  Menak turns to Rendel, slightly irritated.  "And my teachers have told me that if a mage says it's gold, and a mage can use it like gold, it is gold. Trust me, I don't sell inferior goods." 
  The alchemist remains completely oblivious to the portents of doom that the cleric is uttering, utterly fixated on the challenge to the integrity of his gold.
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  Rendal smiles quietly  "I didn't say it is inferior. Quite opposite even... If this is harder and lighter than gold, I would say it is superior. I am just say my teachers would say it isn't gold... and probably they would use the opportunity to find some strange name for this metal so nobody would ever be able to pronounce it correctly, too..." 
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  ooc:  I was using pink to try to indicate that the character was light and fluffy.  I was intending to change once the ship sinks.  however, I can change now as well.
  
   Well, I would say it is irrelevant weather or not it is really gold.  If it can be sold as gold, than it is close enough.  Still, it is fancy. 
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  "The storm comes.  I have seen it.  In my dreams.  Your doubt only confirms that it will come today.  Such is the way stories work."   Daniel smiled a small, rueful smile at the sailor's disbelief.  Poor soul.  If all went well, he would survive with them.   "In answer to your questions, Salariel, none of those are good ideas, I do see thing many do not, sticking everyone to the deck would most likely kill them, a squall of most powerful winds, and I know that we four survive.  Rendel, I serve nothing except my fellow mortals, though I do harken to the call of stories.  And Menak...I like your shinny things." 
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  As you speak, a cool wind blows across the ship. It's nothing that would chill a drink, but it's a very sudden shock from the pleasant heat. The sailor speaking looks at the seer with a raised eyebrow, but then shakes his head, chalking it up to coincidence.
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Salariel shivers, as her clothing is somewhat lacking in warmth.
   
  Well, that's a cold breeze.  Hopefully, it is not a storm coming.  Of course, I have never really been able to get a good lock at a storm, and here I should be able to see everything quite well. 
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak ponders the cleric's words for a moment, before speaking.
   "You know, I normally wouldn't give your words much weight, but... I don't believe I ever told you my name. So, does anyone have some extra-dimensional space that I can borrow- a bag of holding, or the like? I want to be able to buy a private rowboat for us, just in case." 
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  " I do have some extra dimensional space, but not enough for a boat, but hey, If you are following the predictions, then you also know what we will survive.  Of course, that may be because we had a boat.  O well. I could make an illusory boat. Would be funny, but possibly pointless though. "
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  "If it is about making a boat... I would need a few minutes to make one... and real not an illusion... it doesn't look that bad though. At least not yet."  Says Rendal, looking at the sky, still leisurely smoking his pipe.
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  Clouds actually seem to be forming above the ship, casting long, ominous shadows over the crew and tables. The merry smiles of the passengers are gone, replaced by worried smiles, and gazing at the sky.
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ooh!  Clouds.  What fun.  This should get interesting.  I suppose I had better make some preparations, just in case some bad luck occurs.  I think that a spell of fly may be useful as well so I can see the storm better. 
  
  Casts resist energy(electricity)(extend with rod of extend), and Mage Armor(also extended)
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak looks up at the clouds and gives a small grimace.
   "Damn. Seer-who did you say would survive? I think I have a teleportation scroll in my chest in my quarters..." 
  Menak begins hustling towards his room, hoping to retrieve his more valuable artifacts.
   
   Spoiler 
  DM: feel free to stop me... I gave myself WBL, but fluff-wise, I should have much more. In order to preserve the game, that stuff needs to go, anyways, and this is a good way to destroy it.
   
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  Rendal watches everyone running around, casting spells. Panicking, in one word.
  
   A little adrenaline wouldn't hurt them. 
  
  From his sitting position he lays flat on the ground, stopping only for a while to adjust his pipe so the ash doesn't fall into his eyes, and leisurely watches the clouds.
  
   "Maybe don't go there now, if we are really about to sink, it would be more difficult to get away from there. Unless you can use your scroll in ... extreme conditions..."  Rendal says it in very calm, maybe even a little bored voice.
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak curses.
   "All my supplies, all my gold, I can't just  leave  it, can I,"  the alchemist shouts back at Rendel, continuing down into the hold.
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Menak.  Leave it.  It is not worth risking your life."   Daniel poked his head through the door.   "There will be many opportunities to restore your supplies.  You must remain with us." 
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  The sky grows steadily darker. A light drizzle begins almost instantaneously, and is getting stronger with every passing moment. People are beginning to openly panic, follow Menac's example of scrambling to grab valuables and loved ones. A sudden pitch of the sea throws the food and tables to the floor. With them, a heavy grandfather clock and bookshelf topple over, effectively blocking the passengers from their quarters. The captain is shouting for order to no avail.
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Menak finally sees the truth of Daniel's words and runs back up onto the deck, frantically scanning the sea for a hint of land.
  Untrained spot check:
   (1d20)[ 9 ] 
conversations: white rider:
conversations: human
conversations:  "So tell me Daniel... is the number of survivors already decided or do you think we can affect the outcome?" 
  
  Asks Rendal calmly, still lying on the floor, smoking pipe. Although he took out of his pocket a weird blue seed and started staring at it as if it was a solution to many of his problems...
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I am not sure if it is fixed.  We may be able to save some of the passengers.  But, we will be stranded for some time, I fear."   Daniel gazed off at the horizon, his eyes going blank.  His entire body stiffened, and his fists clenched and unclenched.  Meanwhile, Daniel's mind was elsewhere.  Drifting through the aether where all stories lived, he sifted and searched to find an answer.  What would attempting to save the lives of the passengers result in?
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Daniel casts  Augury .  The question is stated above.
   
conversations: THEChanger:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler 
  You sense that your actions will have little affect against fate and the passengers own luck.
   
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Salariel continues to look around excitedly.  She has no real idea that she is in any real danger.  She cast defensive spells as a routine precaution, nothing more.
conversations: Archmage1:
conversations: human
conversations:  If we can help then we shall do so...   
  
  Rendal stands up, dropping the seed to the ground, when it starts forming into humanoid winged figure... although still looking quite plantlike...
  He looks like he forgot about it though, as he approaches the panicking passengers.
  
   "Calm down!"  He doesn't really shout, but his voice should pierce through nervous chattering.  "Running around and screaming won't help anyone." 
  He points open deck
   "Stand here, and grab something in case the waves get larger. Hold it tightly and nothing bad would happen to you!" 
   
   Spoiler 
  Diplomacy?
   (1d20+14)[ 18 ] 
  
  Unless it is intimidate to make them listen and obey quietly...
   (1d20+24)[ 34 ] 
   
conversations: Lexin:
conversations: human
conversations:  As your voice thunders through the ship, your force of personality wins their attention. The disorganization and near rioting are done, and passengers now seem to actually be concerned for their fellow man. The best positions are given to women and children, while the men look to the captain of the ship for orders. He can do no more than tell them to grab something that floats.
  
  A lightning strike splits the sky, and thunder splits the ears of all these unfortunate souls. Another heave nearly tosses a few passengers overboard.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Last chances to prepare. Also, apologies for abandoning you guys. Computer problems.
   
conversations: newBlazingAngel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Salariel continues to just look around, not realizing that she is in danger from the storm.
conversations: Archmage1: