Ms. Fortune

## History

The ship known as the Ms. Fortune was an Eberron made Airship that rifted in on 23/08/2020.

### The crash

A giant tear appears in the skies, 30 feet above the Sundry Hill outskirts, through which, the sounds of fighting can be heard. A large elemental airship falling through the tear, with no elemental in the rings, the ship missing a ring support post. As the ship crashes towards the ground, a fire elemental on the other side of the tear wields the support post it has torn from the deck. It throws it with all its might towards the group facing it down, weapons at the ready as it follows through the tear, only to have it slam shut behind it, with a sonic boom that can be heard in Osteria. The support post slams into the surface of the ship, ripping a ballistae from it's mooring, spinning it in place as it releases the tensioned bolt, firing it into the stomach of the short, firey red haired woman holding a crossbow, almost too large for her frame. The impact of the projectile throws her backwards against the railing, her head hitting the wood with a sickening crack, as she collapses to the ground instantly. A large bolt protruding from her stomach, blood pouring from her head down over her face as she is tossed around the deck by the out of control ship.

As the ship plummets to the ground, the elven bard glances around, eyes darker than usual, looking at the opportunities available to him. He prepares to rush towards the bow when the support post is flung towards the deck. He watches as the ballista spins around and the bolt flies through the air, impaling the red haired woman. His eyes flash open and he screams out, "ORLA!" before rushing over to her, blood beginning to pool under her stomach and head. Kneeling beside her unconscious body, his hand becomes engulfed in a shadowy aura, her wounds healing slightly as he works the bolt from her body. "Come on, Orla. Wake up!" Gathering her up in his arms, he braces her as best he can while looking for a way to get them both to safety.

"Keep firing!" A tiny voice is heard. Thorn, the mousefolk first mate, is seen grasping to a rope at the front of the ship, rapier drawn and pointing outward. "Yer gonna ground us! Pull up! Pull up!"

**"FER FECK'S SAKE!!"** A tortle calls out, trying to keep his footing. Splinters are flying around in all directions, he gets a few cuts in his face, and splinters are stuck inside his arms and legs. While holding onto the railing with one hand he takes out a gun with the other and takes a shot at the elemental **"Betty yer aff yer head! ya bloody wankstain!"** he shouts. The bullet flies through and has almost no impact on the elemental. He grabs ahold of the railing once more.

"I would but Smokey's shooting up Betty and pissing her off more!" cries out Fellise the Khoravar Elementalist pilot in response to the mousefolk. She waves her hands in the air, commanding a tiny, smaller than even the mousefolk, elemental that is flying around. The weave connects as flames to her fingertips, attempting to catch the large elemental flying around and pull it back into the airship's ring, but it's already to calm it and put it back.

As chaos rains down, a lone figure stands serenely at the prow of the plummeting ship. His outstretched hands generate gusts of wind in a futile attempt to slow the ship’s descent. “If you would kindly quieten down,” he says in a calm voice that carries despite the wind. “I am trying to concentrate on preventing our impending deaths.” He closes his eyes and constellations of light pattern his blue skin. “Well, *your* deaths. I will be fine.”

As the bolt impales whatever the fuck Cahlhune called the woman, Drift notices Fellise having no luck with the firey rage. He lines up Betty in his sights, then calls out as he brings his quarterstaff down to aim directly at the out of control elemental, firing a 100ft long, 5ft wide lightning bolt directly into her, almost close to knocking it out. "Ana! Tell me you got something!" he shouts out, hoping she will finish it off as he looks to Raj, "Brace!"

Despite all of his previous bravado, despite his confidence, despite his previous threats to the rest of the crew to be pulling their weight... the changeling Raj is frozen, staring in horror at the chaos raging around them, at the ship about to crash, at what might be his and the rest of the crew's final moments. It takes several of those moments before Drift's shouts in his ears register, and he shakes himself out of this fear-filled trance enough to start moving towards something he can grab onto to steel himself, and closes his eyes as he awaits whatever is to befall him and his friends.

"This is absolutely positively one hundred percent not what I signed up for when I just wanted to travel somewhere quietly and peacefully and ACK." Anatolia, the blonde haired almost elven looking woman grabs hold of the ship with one arm. "Ummmmmmm umm umm umm umm umm umm oh!" She lets go momentarily to rapidly flick through her spell book. "Yep hold still Betty or whatever you're called ummmmmmm alright." The woman begins a short series of words, each one sounding fluid like waves rolling in the ocean. She finishes the incantation as a flurry of three bolts of fire begin to form from the pages. She thrusts her hand within the flames, wincing slightly, before the element changes to that of water. They then shoot out from the pages of her book and hurl themselves directly into the fire elemental. The large concussive blasts of water are enough to destroy the elemental, as it finally disperses in a large cloud of steam. "Oh yeah.....Brace........." She reminds herself as she lunges for the side of the boat, allowing her spell book to fall to the ground. Just as she grabs a hold, there is a mighty **CRASH** as the ship finally meets the earth beneath it - kicking up something akin to a major dust storm as silence finally fills the area.

## Members

### Officers

#### Captain: Bram Radesk †

The captain of the Ms Fortune was an older man called Bram Radesk, he grew up as a son of a Riedran merchant.

When his family bussines failed he took his ship and took on a new trade, that of piracy.

Armed with the knowledge of trade ships and how they function, the ship acted like any other trade ship but when others didn't suspect it they struck and took over other ships.

#### Head Gunner: Smokey

Joined not long after founding, he's tough to befriend, but once you do he'll protect you with all he's got.

### Normal Crew

#### Thalar †

Thalar is a male human who joined only three months or so before the rift, he kept monstly silent and to his room but was a great help in combat due to his warmagic.

#### Gashana †

Gashana was a Kalashtar that always seemed to have her head in the clouds. She would speak out loud to herself, seemingly speaking to the spirit bound to her. Whether or not it ever answered, Raj was unsure. He befriended her, finding her to be a bit of an outcast like he was, and would chat with her often enough. She seemed to be searching for something connected to the spirit, but wasn't quite ever able to explain what that was, just that she knew what events to follow to eventually lead to it. Joining the Ms. Fortune was evidently one of those events.

#### Fenren d'Phiarlan†

A survivor of House Phiarlan, Fenren, disenchanted with the ideas of the Houses ruling Khorvaire, has made it his mission to seek revenge in any way possible. Joining the pirates seemed a good a place to start as any. He was arrogant and strongheaded, but a powerful fighter. Mark of Shadow. Raj often butted heads with him.

#### Traynor †

A dwarven treasure hunter, Mordar jumped at the opportunity to join the Ms. Fortune, excited by the prospect of what loot and artifacts they could steal. He kept meticulous logs of everything they found, and would often stay up many late nights studying his finds. A bit scatterbrained, if he was focusing on something, he would often just ignore anyone and anything going on around him.

#### Tylsysm †

Khoravar bard and good friend of Smokey, they used to sing together all the time.
She joined up a month or two after Smokey, and was one of the reasons Smokey got so attached to the crew.

#### Alston †

Alston was a male gnome who was responsible for much of the maintenance of the ship, keeping the spells and mechanics of it working as best as possible. He wasn't a fighter by any means, but also didn't care that he was working for pirates as long as it meant that he could travel the world and see all there is to see. He was jovial and kind, quick to make friends. Married to Orci.

#### Orci †

The female gnome, despite her husband's indifference to piracy, Orci was a fierce fighter with high aspirations of riches, adventure, and power. She often talked about someday becoming a captain herself, and leading over an entire fleet of ships. She always was close with the crew and the life of the party.