Mid-Battle, Olic Haversham

apologies for the delay. game on!

Xisco's knife work is careful and fast, clearing a few of the less critical lines so that the wing can fall freely. As it does, it tumbles and flops, except for the bit still attached to the goblins, which falls like a stone. A bit of the sail flutters overboard, but the majority crashes to the upper hull of the ship with a crash. Fairfield starts climbing down after it.

The occupants of the ship can hardly hear the thud from the rigging though, over the echoing blast from the rear cannon. Blendin attempts to fire the forward cannon but it begins to smoke and steam, and the late bang from it is not reassuring, although the thick bronze bands hold in the explosive force.

353rd Day, Midday. Olic Haversham

The boys from the Randy Trollop stand a watchful eye around the ship day and night. They are a bit overzealous with their cudgels, but have erected a temporary shelter out of sailcloth to block out most of the Glow, so maybe that’s just their nature. The leader of the detail is Yorgi, almost seven feet tall and with long white-blonde hair, yet the voice of a 12-year-old girl. He doesn’t say much.