The Asura's Luck had pulled into Kingsfall in the middle of the night and the passengers were eager to stretch their legs and find a bed. (https://youtu.be/IPG7uf5_8Ck) The city was fairly new, built in on the spot where the Theocratic Union ended the Basenschenze line on the field of battle. Over the months that followed, the two armies remained there and peace negotiations were made. Followers from both sides settled down and the camp turned into a town, then a city. Its spirals hardly match the majesty of ancient thronecities like Blackbridge or the magotechnical advances of Aeune, but it was a nexus of east and west. Unfortunately for the adventurers, they had arrived in the middle of the night and it was much too late for anything productive to get done. The only thing left to do was to find an inn...<br/><br/>The sun was just cresting over the great mountains that divided the civilized world from the wilds beyond when the Asura's Luck arrived in Emerald City. The great glass towers that made up the central cathedral shone radiant and reflective over the rest of the city. It was ancient, built long before even the humans who lived there before the greenskins. Everlasting stone structures now support wooden apartments and the sprawl that has originated from the central temple. The adventurers stepped off the ramp of the airship and onto the giant scaffolding that would bring passengers from the sky back to the earth.<br/><br/><strong>Kingsfall</strong><br/><br/>It was now early morning, as the sun rose over Emerald City... it was not long before it's radiant warmth bathed over Kingsfall as well. Having arisen from bed and made themselves ready for whatever strange magotechnical contraptions that the gnome would come up, the adventurers all set out on their own towards his residence.<br/><br/>It was a splendid manor. Each of them were greeted at the door as they arrived by a human servant and they were given a small tour. They would spend their days here, free of charge, if the experiment took that long. The dining room was massive, the main hall had a grand staircase and there was even a room for viewing the games. It was even slightly larger than the one of the airship. Eventually, they'd be guided towards the workshop.<br/><br/>Inside, glowing runes and machines were scattered about everywhere... some put on the floor- others neatly shelved or set against the walls. It spanned multiple floors, and on the bottom floor, there lay a man on the table, next to four other empty tables. He was an old elf, with white hair and wrinkled features... he was a noble, judging by his clothes and jewelry. He had around his head something like a circlet, glowing runes tracing its shape as he remained unconscious on the table.<br/><br/>The gnomish inventor was at his desk, hunched over and working on something. He turned around and went over the elven man, lifting the circlet off of his head and setting it in place on another machine nearby. The elf began to awaken when he saw their first visitor. He lifted up his hand and waved.<br/><br/><strong>Emerald City</strong><br/><br/>Jarek and Yuffi left the ship together, appearing right at home in the city of orcs and goblins and hoblings and gnolls and all other kinds of humanoids once declared 'monstrous'. Smoke stacks and industry melded seamlessly with ancient untouched temples and appropriated baroque architecture. Ange strode beside them, and the pair didn't immediately recognize her as one of the members of their group. They all knew they were looking for a female cleric who would meet them at the dock. It showed how important a matter this must have been to the priestess of New Dazsu, considering the prestige attached to the clerics of the Union.<br/><br/>Awaiting them there at the dock was indeed an orc woman, dressed in white and gold flowing robes that put her figure on display. Looming protectively over her, an orc paladin in full plate with a halberd in his hand. She did not immediately notice them, and appeared to have grown quite bored of looking through passengers to find who they were looking for. It was entirely possible that she did not even know what they looked like, either. When they approached her, the cleric put her hands together and bowed her head respectfully when she saw them, "You must be the adventurers that my lady invited. You may call me Saree."<br/><br/>Her features were elegant, and not just for an orc. Her nose was upturned only barely, her fangs just an adornment, and her golden eyes large and appeasing to look at. She had a tiara, arm bands, bracelet, a necklace and many other pieces of jewelry, all cast in gold. Her ebon hair was long and flowing down to her back. She smiled at them as she awaited their reply.