Id: 69138434-123a-4096-adf9-c7546270b021
SessionDate: 2024-11-03
GameDate:
{
	Day: 11
	Month: Istenarum
	Year: 3322
}
Author: Logan
Title: Sailing across the Sands
Text: "The party (consisting of Dheir, Xedran, Cassian, and Saxon+the Menagerie (Kit, Sneak Sneak, and Pebble)) braced themselves as the Sand Dwarf's boats sailed over the dunes, the multi-colored sails open full as the wind pushes the boat forwards. While most of the group were handling the up and down movements of the ship well enough, Saxon seemed to have some trouble keeping their food down. The rest of the group spent some time looking around, either watching the endless black landscape zoom past them or seeing if they could assist the dwarfs. The day overall was uneventful, the ships stopped for the night, not setting up the full tent city but a smaller one on the ships themselves. Many of the locals spent their time enjoying dancing, games of chance or skill, or one of the many pots of forever stew. People traversed between the boats discussing their days and the plans ahead. Dheir was itching to try find someone to go up against in a game of strength, but many of them turned her down. Saxon by this point was rested enough to take her challenge. It was a heated battle as the tallest person in the party took the hand of the shortest of the party and they arm wrestled. Saxon won first, then Dheir came in with a surprise win, a tiebreaker was needed and they both it gave it their all but Saxon came out victorious. 

While everyone was resting from either taking part in or watching the display of strength displayed by the pair, a Sapien walked up to the party, introducing themselves as Ogle. Ogle said they are a treasure hunter who just recently got out of the Gloomspires. The party inquired about the experience, knowing they too are going that way. Ogle told a somewhat embellished story of facing off against a Belhannoth in cave, narrowly escaping it by going deeper in, stumbling on some Deathlings speaking of a vague treasure. Ogle decided to return to face the Belhannoth, killing the creature before it grab them in its tentacles, they then escaped with their belongings and began heading to the Ember Sands. The party tried to get more information about where the cave could be but Ogle was not very helpful on that front. Instead they turned the conversation to their destination, the Foundry, a place where a nation of golems given sentience now thrives. The party withheld their own stories, opting to give a few vague recollections. Afterwards Ogle left and the party settled in for the night.

The morning of the 10th of Istenarum came, the tents packed and the Sand Dwarf ships beginning to set sail over the sands. The morning hours passed, a sense of time only given by the changing position of the sun above them as the black sand stretched across the visible horizon. As the sun reached the noon hours, another group of Sand Dwarf ships crossed paths with Irschin's. A group of dwarfs from each met on the sands between them, spending some time talking before returning to their original ships. Irschin soon came to the party and explained a moot has been called and they must turn the ships away from their original destination. He apologized for the inconvenience as they would now need to walk and gave them cloaks to help the stave off the extreme temperatures. 

The party accepted and thanked Irschin for the cloaks and the ride across the first stretch of desert. Dheir picked up her dyed tent and the party began their journey. It was a hard walk, navigating the dunes beneath the harsh sun, thankful for the cloak keeping the heat at bay and for the Goodberry Cassian made in the morning to keep them nourished. Eventually the night came and they made camp. The night went by without issue, they packed up their camp in the dawn's early light on the 11th of Istenarum, beginning a new day of travel across the oppressively endless black sands surrounding them, days from their mountainous destination."