Hearts and Pistons

Trial of the Century

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Session 1: Act I, Scene I
Jan 22 – 24, 550

The evening of January 22nd , 550 was much quieter than the preceding nights in the city of Rana. Gone were the voices of protests. Gone were the cries of the imprisoned. All that was left were the soft breezes of a building storm, and the silent anguish of the condemned. The conflict of ideas, the fear of the privileged, and the desperation of the downtrodden had reached a new height. Set in motion were a chain of events that could only possibly lead one place: war. War would tear the cities apart. Civilization would cease to be. It was a terrible thought. It was the thought everyone in Rana had to digest. But as the city slept, a different idea was experiencing its genesis deep below the streets. A small group of former prisoners were making their way to freedom. In their lives lay the opportunity of a different future.

This night they were led through the sewers by a young man, Logan Varian. At this time they were nothing but strangers to each other, thrust together in desperation. Calling Varian a leader at this point would have had little trappings of the truth, but he was the leader it terms of physical location. The rest of them were also there. The smuggler captain turned fugitive Bartholomew Ebonbeak; Faylle Alodia, the petulant daughter of nobility; H.J.E. Vandenberg, the academic of future renown. Also there were the famous friends to be: the last scion of a broken house Lord von Iosia, and Reginald McGuinness the free-willed Android. That night their were no airs to be put on, just the business at hand.

The sewers of Rana were a dangerous places. The soaking of magical energies the passageways received daily had turned minor natural nuisances in large magical ones. What might be seen as dirty disease carrying rodents became large blood-thirsty disease carrying monsters. The tinker mages that maintained the elaborate system fought an ongoing battle with these unnatural creatures. Neither side would ever claim victory, but that didn’t stop the tinkers from mining the tubes with traps for the creatures. Unfortunately these traps did not differentiate between man or beast.

In the sewers the party met one of their allies for the first time, Varian’s adopting older sister, Harper Frields. Harper’s presence in the tunnels was precipitated by the same mysterious woman that had freed the six party members. Her purpose was two-fold. First she was to assist in the escape by securing passage on an airship leaving Rana, and direct Varian to that ship. Second her presence itself communicated silently to Logan that the Wings of Justice were aware of and supported his plight.

After midnight the party emerged from the sewers into the basement of the Golden Goblet, a tavern in the Lower District of Rana. The Goblet was busy for this time of night but it could hardly be called lively. The ramification of the past days’ events were still on the minds of the populace. The party entered unnoticed except by the astute pursuer of the Nora Perdy, Gram Taggart. Taggart quickly alerted his superior (both in rank and size) Marnie Watson, bosun of the ship. The crew, under Watson, had been dispatched at this late moment to the Goblet to escort their new crew-mates back to the ship in time for the morning departure. Watson was suspicious but she, like the rest of the crew, trusted the captain’s judgment without reservation. The group slipped out of the tavern and into the cool night.

The Nora Perdy was once a might military vessel, and while that purpose had fallen from her current portfolio, she was still a proud and noble airship. She was built for speed, and even tied to the quay she seemed ready to leap into the air at a moments notice. The crew and her captain Aubrey Frye kept her with almost military-like discipline. Now, without ceremony, the crew returned to their captain with the party in tow.

Captain Frye was brief in his welcome and after signing in to the ship’s log, the party was given a few hours of rest. Just before the dawn the Nora Perdy shook off her lines and crept out of Rana’s North Harbor. Slowly the mighty city of Rana shrunk behind the stern of the ship. As the city disappeared into the distance, only one person on board took any notice. Mistress Alodia, watched in silent nostalgia as her home faded away. She may of stood there, her eyes fixed on the past, for emotion’s sake, or in a sense of foreboding; but the die had been cast and the future was changing.

Just a Mistake | Fight of Flight | Talon Notes | Memory Log 3551


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