03-08-2016, 03:51 AM
OOC: Yep, I think everyone wants to fast forward a bit.
And so the group sets off for the docks! What follows is navel journey so serene one might think they were living through a tourism advert. "Come to Tiburon Bay, where gentle breezes will massage your weary muscles and every day is a holiday".
The boats had an easy time staying close together over the hours at sea, and all are at least within shouting distance by the time they reach the last town before the island.
"Wind was in our favor!" announces Dalton. "We have enough time to stop by the town for a half-hour, listen in on any recent events, although we could just as easily get an early start on the island."
Over the course of the journey Dalton had described some of the more exotic supplies the group had brought with them. Aside from basic medical supplies, rope, torches, etc were a dozen or so balls of compressed powder. The powder was designed to be especially horrid to creatures with keen senses of smell, which Dalton hoped the dragon possessed (although he hoped even more fervently the balls wouldn't be needed this time around). Also among the supplies was a bit of fire-art and storm-art refined oils contained in glass vials, but Dalton likewise hoped they would remain unused.
And so the group sets off for the docks! What follows is navel journey so serene one might think they were living through a tourism advert. "Come to Tiburon Bay, where gentle breezes will massage your weary muscles and every day is a holiday".
The boats had an easy time staying close together over the hours at sea, and all are at least within shouting distance by the time they reach the last town before the island.
"Wind was in our favor!" announces Dalton. "We have enough time to stop by the town for a half-hour, listen in on any recent events, although we could just as easily get an early start on the island."
Over the course of the journey Dalton had described some of the more exotic supplies the group had brought with them. Aside from basic medical supplies, rope, torches, etc were a dozen or so balls of compressed powder. The powder was designed to be especially horrid to creatures with keen senses of smell, which Dalton hoped the dragon possessed (although he hoped even more fervently the balls wouldn't be needed this time around). Also among the supplies was a bit of fire-art and storm-art refined oils contained in glass vials, but Dalton likewise hoped they would remain unused.