Sarka and Mar’i Exploration
The airship’s galley was a cramped, steaming sanctuary, a pocket of warmth against the high-altitude chill that seeped through the hull. Sarka stood at the small stove, her movements economical…
The airship’s galley was a cramped, steaming sanctuary, a pocket of warmth against the high-altitude chill that seeped through the hull. Sarka stood at the small stove, her movements economical…
Alarms screamed. Not the polite, gentle chime of a proximity warning, but the gut-wrenching, full-throated shriek of an imminent impact klaxon. Red light flooded the bridge of the Angel’s Breath,…
The Hidden Blossom wasn’t a tavern so much as a living, breathing thing. It hummed. Not with the low thrum of engines or the distant groan of a ship’s hull,…
The deal was done. The signed contract, promising them a ship worthy of their ambitions, lay on the table between them. The air in their cramped rented room crackled with…
The airship’s control rod groaned in protest as Sarka pushed it forward with all her might, sending the small ship plummeting through the clouds to avoid a massive harpoon. “Come…
Time didn’t just slow; it shattered. The roar of the tearing airship, the merchant’s panicked screams, the shriek of stressed metal—it all coalesced into a single, silent, high-pitched whine in…
The first breath was a mistake. It wasn’t air. It was a razor-edged storm of ice and pine, a violent shock to lungs that had known only the stale, recycled…
The airship’s control rod groaned in protest as Sarka pushed it forward with all her might, sending the small ship plummeting through the clouds to avoid a massive harpoon. “Come…