Morning had arrived in Dubkov, and at The Aftermath 11th, 3467, only a few days more until Fortune's Vanguard would sail the ocean again. Our crew had dispersed into the streets, and our remaining members had little time to prepare. Ripley carried on her crafting queue, now signed-on to the organization set to stop a profane ritual. Woodsworth Moure and Caduceus head into Dubkov's central plaza and do their best to aid the ailments of those living here. To those he couldn't help, he would ease their pain with words and hope. Xael, J'ack Rameur, Cleis Frostclaw, and Milu Soma took a carriage northward to Skaraysk. Arriving in the evening, the group wandered the capital of Serval.
On one of the main streets in the fine city, J'ack directed them to the entrance of Osimar's Blades - just outside, was a sibling of the Rameur clan. Gabby Rameur had set up shop reselling gear from the retirees of the blades, and sells equipment to up and coming mercenaries. They discussed setting up a line of supply between Skaraysk and Dubkov; any blacksmithing gear and supplies Fortune's Vanguard might need, she would be our source.
A day passed, and they returned to Dubkov. Supplies would be purchased through our new contact, food and repair supplies would be stocked. Two new crew would be hired onto The Discovery, and on the 15th of The Aftermath, we set sail southward from Dubkov.
The oceans greeted us with peace as we traveled week by week to the southwest. Our crew was used to our ship at this point, and Ripley continued to make customized items for each of our members. Ideally, these will aid us in coming encounters against The Lich's defenses. The Slowcart Foundation was informed through Agent's Clasp of our departure, and we would hope to return to our friends the Vaelhrathi with much news of success.
Roughly two weeks from their destination, across the southwestern ocean, the skies began to thicken. Opaque fluffy masses would bind together in the sky, transitioned from overcast grays to soot-dark cumulonimbus. The rain and wind would beckon, and the waves started to rock the ship. A storm had been carrying on for days on end, but with the Island merely 5-10 days away, sheets of rain began to drench The Discovery's desk. In these conditions, the ship must be carefully maintained at all hours of day - until storm's pass, or we carry through.