With the group decided on making first contact the ship began making its descend. The clouds were left far above. Approaching the ground below Blackbird and Aramil could see more and more of the ground below and its inhabitants. The rest had to share the magical spyglass to peer at the same things.<br/><br/>First thing everyone could notice was the heat. Up high you really can’t tell what the temperature is like on the ground. From there the forest could have as well looked like temperate one, but with even the morning sun shining this warm it quickly became obvious that this was quite a tropical area. The jungle was thick with trees of different types each so misshapen and asymmetrical that it was difficult to tell if they were different species or the other just happened to grow on top of a rock. The colorful patches were not trees at all but rather some kinds of strange red and purple growths covering the natural flora. At a closer glance those spots seemed to be even more common than one would have judged from the height. The thick canopy covered nearly everything below, but sharp eyes could spot a flock of bright colorful taking flight from the tree tops. There was one particularly adorable monkey sitting on top of a tree, staring at the ship as it descended towards the village.<br/><br/>The rushing wind took a backseat in the party’s ears. Sounds of the jungle slowly began dominating the soundscape. Countless chirps of morning birds, songs of animals never recorded by a single soul in Arcanz flowed up towards the ship in one harmonious symphony of nature. The waves rushing and breaking on the ruins were a distant side note.<br/><br/>Large lapiz blue rocks jutted from the teal sands here and there. Some distance from the village, in the direction of the ruins, a large pack of dog sized blue winged lizards were resting on top of one of the ancient towers. Somewhere in the sea afar a gigantic round shape broke the waves for long enough to leave an image of there being something else in those waters than small fish.<br/><br/>The village below was not quite as the party had anticipated. The little ones were green skinned big eared little things that even the great sheltering had not managed to shut out of Arcanz. These were goblins. They strutted around the village in simple garments of hide and bland colored fabrics. Unlike the goblins of ancient legends these all seemed strangely civilized despite their village being so primitive. They carried staves, and wore rich looking jewelry and symbols on their person. Their bland clothes were embroidered with runes. They walked straight and seemed to be composed even as they had noticed the large ship slowly descending towards the village. The goblins gathered into small groups and waited, though as the ship approached and the distance closed to a mere thousand feet the ones with far seeing could spot marks of worry on their tiny little green faces.<br/><br/>Their living arrangements were as one could have seen from above - very primal. The huts were round clay houses with tiny wooden hatches for windows and doors. Small shaky looking bridges connected the largest bubble congregations together and the collection of stairs and ladders that connected the smaller ones looked like it would be a pain to navigate. The factory machine Blackbird had spotted was indeed operational, though upon closer inspection many of the parts were crude replacements. It was barely working at maybe a percent of its original capacity. The core shone bright orange, clearly too old to contain the magical elements that powered it. The machinery and cogs were all rusted with their teeth eaten away.<br/><br/>The larger inhabitants of the town were not quite automatons however. They were humanoids, though the race was difficult to tell with all of them wearing black masks that left them blindfolded and covered their ears, making each of them seem like they had several horns. Their hair was white or pale and skin varied between shades of dark grey, carmine and white. They wore surprisingly skimpy outfits, basically just dark leather gloves reaching up to their elbows, sometimes merging together with their leather collars. The females had small pieces of clothing on their breasts, both males and females wore similarly skimpy bottoms and tall boots. All of them had muscular bodies and held onto enormous dangerous looking weapons, crude iron glaives with jagged edges, spiked mallets, curved two handed swords and the like. They seemed to be obeying the goblins. One of the older green skins was waving his staff around and chanting and on command the taller humanoid guards began to gather younger goblins and leading them indoors.<br/><br/>There was still about a thousand feet to go. Around the village the water was the only place where the ship could actually 'land', but it could be parked above the jungle or the beach if Vyx so desired. Leaving it to hover would take little to no fuel and there was that two hundred feet anchor that could be used to secure it in place from random gusts of wind.