Wind was good. It howled in the ears and fluttered the hair and cloaks. It was cold up on the deck. Memento flew high - five thousand feet above the unrestrained open sky it sailed the clouds. The white fluttery masses rose around and behind Memento like mountains. Her steering sails in the front ballooned to stay on the course. Their arcane diagrams emitted a low blue glow. The hum of her rear engines was ever present, a low relaxing backdrop drone to the ever shifting cries of the wind. Those large gravity spheres were working tirelessly and thrusting the ship forward at a great speed.<br/><br/>There had not been much to see during the night. The departure from Arcanz had been hasty, the party had been shoved on the ship the same day they expressed interest to leave and explore the mystical domeless world world. However, the only things visible at night had been the night sky and a dark silhouette of the ground below. The stars were something they had never seen before, little twinkling lights that every other resident of this world had taken for granted were something that had been only stories to the denizens of Arcanz, and what a bright sky it was. Clouds had drifted past and covered much, but still left enough to be awed by. That strange cloud like belt of red and green with twice as many stars as elsewhere some of the more knowledgeable historians of the group may have been able to name as the bridge of Gods. The moon too they would have read of, but its smaller was something entirely new. The sky before the gates had had only one.<br/><br/>It had been risky to go into the night like that to cross the mountains without knowing what was there. At night strange alien shrieks and cries of unknown creatures had been heard at such intensity that it was pure miracle that the ship had not been assaulted by some bizarre foe. Luckily, the ship was fast and could increase altitude.<br/><br/>New day dawned now. The night clouds were fading below Memento, only thin white shreds remained scattered on the sky like a torn linen. Below the ship spread out a scenery basked in early sunlight. They had seen sunset in Arcanz yesterday, the first in centuries, but now they saw it rise. It climbed up from the east, from beyond clear waters from some distant shore and made the waves sparkle gold. Stars were still visible in the darker parts of the sky where the sun had not driven them away and the twin moons still shone their pale light on the side opposite to the sun. The horizon above the sun was warm, painted in all the hues between yellow and red before giving in to the blue.<br/><br/>The water spread to North East vast with no shore in sight. The dark distant mountains behind the ship still wrapped in long shadows cascaded down into an ever decreasing highland, which here around the shore finally became low enough for a forest to flourish. Beautiful light cyan sand beaches stretched between the forests and sea for a few miles, almost long enough in some spots to be called a desert. The sea, or a lake, one could not tell, but it was massive, stretched further South East and North West. Dark blue rocks and cliffs protruded from where the dunes rose high enough to finally meet the land proper. Right behind those cliffs began rising a forest. It was still bathed in darkness of the morning. Tallest trees and smallest cliffs cast long shadows on the canopy, but even so one could already see that the forests it seemed were not always green anymore. Splotches of red and purple dominated some areas, where elsewhere all three green, and the other two, were mingled in harmony. The woods spread out further West where in the horizon could be seen an almost endless sea of forest waving with small hills with some lakes and rivers cutting it open here and there. In the South the forest ended in some distance with that highland that the ship had crossed.<br/><br/>The focal point in the scenery was not the nature however. There from the water rose dozens - hundred or more - perfectly smooth tall pillars carved from that blue rock. Those were buildings, towers. The tallest of them rose hundreds of feet high from the sea, making one wonder if it had possibly been taller than some buildings of Arcanz before being submerged. Even from afar one could see that their design was queer. All of the buildings were very sharp and angular, square towers chiseled from smooth rock with large surfaces that reflected the sun and scenery. They were covered in windows. One day they must have been part of some flourishing city, perhaps even part of the ancient magitec empire. However, these were now just ruins. Many of the buildings were partially, their otherwise perfectly square symmetry shattered as parts had caved in or collapsed. There were spots of murky green and pink climbing up along their perfect blue surfaces, likely algae or some other plants. A few smaller towers had already been wholly consumed by nature and now had a happy natural color. Beyond the towers, out there in the sea, one could make out distant island jutting from the waves.<br/><br/>Away from the towers, where the beach met the forest there was a smaller settlement, one that could barely be spotted by naked eye from up here. It looked grey and unremarkable against the pale teal sands and the colorful forest. A village of small round buildings that happily puffed up little smoke clouds into the sky below Memento. The village was surrounded by a fence of some kind (one could not tell from this distance) and there were a few marks on the ground that could have been roads leading out from it, which quickly disappeared into the forest. Here and there in there in the green red mass were spots from which more little smoke clouds rose up, hinting to the presence of more houses. There were also queer formations in the highlands in the South that could not be wholly natural. Some mountains were strangely symmetrical and square with large flat areas that could only mean civilization. To the west there were also strange looking things jutting out from the forest that could potentially be cities or villages, but they were too far to be seen even with a spying glass.<br/><br/>Up there from the sky one could not see any animals or people on the ground. The ship was still at about five thousand feet, currently on course directly to North, to the sea. The areas to the South were supposed to be covered by the recently formed military of Arcanz which meant to secure the city’s safety, but other than that the crew of Memento had not been given any strict instructions as to where to explore, as long as they explored. They knew twenty other exploration vessels had departed yesterday, each heading out at a slightly different angle with only Memento going directly North, but who knows where the other ships actually ended up. The enchanted Map of Recording (https://s16.postimg.io/9x0cmw74j/Map_Sepia_Withpaperoverlayuploadattava.jpg) had not yet fully adjusted to its surroundings as Memento had been traveling at full speed, but it had drawn some details of the surrounding area, pretty much just the same things as the crew’s eyes could see.<br/><br/>The Magical journal now has a new line written on it:<br/><br/>Jesse Peacecraft - Good Morning. Arcanz is awake and well. Did your crew survive the night?