The party, still recovering from the duress of their encounter with the heart of the world, managed to limp back to a port city on the sea of stars aboard their newly-gained vessel, the A.S.S. Obliterator. With the commencement of much-needed repairs, the crew found themselves with something they hadn't experienced in a while. Leisure time. Arix saw to the repairs, even making a few modifications. Rakuu learned to employ black powder artifice, singing a musket to sleep occasionally. Rok-Rok spent some time getting in touch with his refined side, while still cracking some skulls in the arena on the weekends. Infel sharpened his tongue and voice, learning the basics of bardcraft to better understand the kobold he once knew. Cobalt, glimmer of unrestrained inspiration in his eye, set upon a project, sequestered within his private enchantery. We continue the tale, plans of settlement and empire-building on the party's mind as well as the restoration of the vessel to airworthiness somewhere on the southern coast of Faerun. Check out all our links here: https://linktr.ee/Ra_Zim