6th of Summer PCs: Balthazaar Kraigen, Sliver Throughout the Spring season Avanthal had suffered much as the snow melted and the icestone buildings chipped to rubble. Whispers and rumors were flung wildly throughout the taverns and homes of the citizens. But not all of the rumors concerned the desolate conditions of the home of the aurora. Some of the rumors spoke of a dim flash seen in the southern horizon in the early days of Spring. Only a few offered firsthand accounts of the flash and many scoffed at their stories and claimed it was only lightning. Still the whispers and guesses persisted and many wondered what had caused such a strange flash of light. Avanthal could not afford to investigate such unsupported claims and guesses in their state of emergency. They could barely keep their own city together. So the whispers continued as whispers and provided the Vantha with something to distract themselves from the melancholy of their reality. The 66th of Spring would see the rumors put to rest and the truth illuminated. A fleet of ships sailed into Avanthal’s port and brought tidings and survivors from the south. Stories of horrific storms that had washed over Denval and its eventual destruction were spread rapidly throughout the city and caused a wildfire of discussion. Amongst the people there were debates of what should be done with the information or if the whole thing should be left alone. Many declared that in this time of hardship Avanthalians should look to their own and not stretching their resources even thinner. Beyond these rumblings more serious talks were taking place though this was known by only a few. Some had seen this Denvali crisis as an opportunity. There were sights to be seen and questions to be answered concerning the city’s demise. Preparations were slowly begun though little was noticed by the general public. By the end of the season the Denval fleet sailed once again looking for a new home and the quiet preparations for a journey south were completed. The season turned and the first of summer saw the buildings of Avanthal dotted with flyers. The flyers advertised a journey south and an adventure to the Denvali ruins. It advised all those interested to find their way to the port on the 6th morning of summer. The flyers caused a sensation within the city. Many saw the journey as a way of escaping the dismal Avanthal landscape and filling their lives with excitement once more. Besides, the stories they would come back with would rival even the best Vantha storytellers. The morning of the 6th dawned as dreary and warm as Avanthal had been of late. Overnight a few ships had sailed from the Coolwater docks to anchor at the main docks of the port. A crewman or two from each ship stood on the dock in front of their ship and stretched the lethargy of sleep from their muscles. First mate Syon Coolwater heaved a sigh in exasperation at the other crewmen on the dock. He had been up and preparing for hours and was wide awake for the proceedings of the day. As Syna crept higher in the skies the port began to fill with onlookers as well as those going about their daily tasks. “Looking to sail down Denval way. Need the help of any who is willing to give it, we won’t be picky.” Syon was one of the last to add his voice to the those of the other crewmen looking for volunteers amidst the small crowd that was gathering hesitantly near the docks. Syon may have been Vantha but he was more reserved then his dramatic brethren. He knew that there would be volunteers a plenty so there was no sense throwing himself at the people. They would come. |