Second voyage

The flair had gone up, and Captain Freeman acknowledge by landing the ship nearby.
Cook is opening the the cargo bay doors. Ain’t tha’ a bonnie beastie! An’ jist look at thae legs—stakes fer weeks, there will be. An’ ye even got the heid back in fair nick! But hey now, werenae there meant tae be a pile o’ swords an’ such stickin’ oot o’ that skull?

A Katari, Falka, you haven't seen before jumps out of the carco door with a heavy hook, connected to a rope and passes it off to Torrek. Another hook and rope is retrieved and soon the corps of the Magnatite beast is getting dragged into the carco bay of the Independence

The Katari leans against a bulkhead, a dented flask in one hand and a half-lidded gaze fixed on the massive carcass. His armor is scuffed but well-kept in the places that matter, and a bow of dark, oiled wood hangs at his shoulder. He snorts, takes a swig, and wipes his mouth with the back of a furred wrist.

Name’s Falka. If it crawls, stalks, or leaves tracks, I’ll follow it. If it tries to eat us, I’ll find where it sleeps. An’ if you’ve got a fire an’ a bottle, I’ll make myself useful twice over. Sorry I missed th’ fun this time ’round, but I’ll make it up tae ye.

"It kind of threw them everywhere at us." Vethalia says to Cook with a grimace holding up a bloody hand, "Might want to jot that down somewhere for the next time someone goes after one of these."

"Indeed, it was quite the spectacle of blades glinting as they fell on us from the sky. A painful lesson that the beautiful can be deadly. If you want to retrieve something, the anvil in the smithy appears to be enchanted."

Talin struggles to keep the mosquito still in it's cloak. "Do we have anything on board that can be used to preserve this bug. It has the last of Daedle's life essence in it. Except for the spores that will be scattered to the winds."

"Well met, Falka. I suspect we'll need a tracker if we stay on the course of hunting giant beasts. They won't all announce themselves as this one did."

Talin leans against the rail and watches the land go by beneath the airship. He muses to himself out loud.

"Hard to see all the struggles and conflicts from up here. It feels like there's enough for everyone, but when you get close it's all about who has what and who wants it. Even the creatures of the wild have gotten into it."

"Oh yay." Vethalia says with a grin, "Angelholm, you'll love it. I mean assuming they don't blast us into ash for some reason."

Talin chuckles, "I hope not. It would be poor commerce to commission our captain to retieve the head then destroy him on his return. Tell us a little about the place. I have heard stories which cannot all be true."

Falka settles in with his new companions over the trip. Asking about their adventure with the beast and the mosquitos but staying aloof. He wants to learn more but he does hold himself back from appearing too invested.

"You’ll love Angelholm." Vethalia says with a grin at Talin, "It’s up on top of a mountain, really big hill. Maybe, I don’t know where the division is between a hill and a mountain. There are sky docks up by the cliffs and a really big library with so many tomes and scrolls," she does a happy little dance, "so many beautiful scrolls."

"There are farms and goats and a bakery down by the ocean." The tiny goblin woman’s eyes go wide, "They make the best sticky buns."

"A good bakery sounds more fun than a good library, though I can see the value in both."

"The port of Angelsdeep is a bit of a trudge down the mountain, not that that should bother you." Vethalia says looking at Talin's wings, "Totally worth it."

Early evening, first day of the second voyage


The sun sinks toward the horizon, painting the clouds in gold and crimson. Captain Freeman steadies the wheel, his voice calm but firm.
Course is set over the water. But we’ll cut across the island there. It’s safer.

Far ahead, on the horizon, a shape emerges — a great airship from Highmount, its immense blimp and decks gleaming in the fading light. It drifts steadily over the waves, bound for the forested island. Slowly, your vessel begins to close the distance.

Mech rolls to the rail, the wheels of his chair locking with a soft click. He raises a spyglass, his eyes narrowing.

That’s the Flagship of the Stormspire Syndicate. He mutters. A beauty of a ship… but far too heavy. That’s why they need that great balloon to keep her up.

His words falter, and his hands tigten on the spyglass. Wait… what’s that? Is that a man, hanging on the outside?
A heartbeat later, his shout breaks the quiet.
NO! He’s falling!

Now you see it too: a silhouette, small against the vast ship and sky, tumbling helplessly through the air, plummeting down toward the dark canopy of the island below. The flagship is perhaps a kilometre ahead of you.

Talin leaps to the rail and prepares to jump off. He looks for shadows on the other airship he can use to cut down the distance and improve his chance of diving fast enough to catch the falling man.

Talin can't see a way to get close enough to save a falling man. The man has perhaps 10 seconds before hitting the ground.

Yes, chapter 2 is for the second level character

Talin sees that the distance to the man is too great to likely reach him before he 'touches down' but leaps off the rail and dives at an angle to reach the impact point as fast as possible so as to render aid if the man somehow survives.

Vethalia watches as the man is way out of range.