Planejammer: Ad Astra Per Arcana

Episode 2: Seeking Refuge
  • Hailed a crew of gully dwarves from the “planar elevator” and managed to get lift out of Redeyes. Flying a groundling caravel with a minor helm that they had inherited when the “officers never came back.”
  • Encounter a mithril caged gem in the Flow, remnants of Juna artifice. Kenari manages to discharge it’s remaining flickr of magic and then Hodein chisels away at it until he removes a copy of an obscure volume of cult lore.
  • After crossing the flow to Darnannon tehy are held up by elves and not allowed into the sphere’s wildspace. Solon is qustioned about his fathers ship and mission and given geased papers to check in with the EIN.
    *After a run in with a pair of Flow Bleeders they finally mae it to the Arcane Sphere known as Refuge.

Kill Sheet

2 Bleeders

Kal (PC was spacesick)

Solon's Journal, Part 3

A few days have passed in quiet and I have gathered my wits, though I am certain I left several of them behind on one of those planes we passed through. After speaking with my new travelling companions, I am beginning to get an understanding of what transpired.

Curse me for being so awestruck by the trader’s starship that I did not even think to enquire if they knew how to reach the star-faring elves! On the other hand, when one books passage on a vessel to Northport, one should not have to ask if they will instead be encircling the World Sea forevermore. Ah, well, it matters no longer, as the trader’s starship is destroyed, and all but ourselves aboard it now perished.

We are once again on a starship, though where we are or where we are headed, no one knows. Not a star nor constellation is familiar to me. For the moment, however, I am simply grateful for the respite. At least we have returned to a normal place, where you do not forever fall, or are wholly consumed in flame!

Of my companions, I am most trustful, thus far, of the two surviving crewmembers from the trader’s ship. As fortune would have it, Constance (who, though human, must surely have some Elven blood – never before have I seen a human with such beautiful eyes!), has said that she knows of my family. As she is also a starship pilot, she is my best hope for finding them.

Her friend, Waylond, a large, hulking creature with an animal’s head, is likeable enough. He is of a race called “Giff.” He has a dragon pistol as well, though I will be certain to stay at his back as he seems a bit eager to fire these weapons. I have never heard Father mention his kind. (clearly, there was much Father did not mention…)

We encountered the other 3 travelers on the Astral plane. Were it not for their assistance, we surely would have been overtaken by the pirates who destroyed the trader’s starship. Our escape itself, however, was made more perilous than the predicament due to the impetuous, unthinking actions of the kobold!

A kobold… it seems the Unhuman Wars were fought for naught, as vermin such as this will persist like the cockroaches behind the cupboards. Still, this “Hodey” is capable of imbuing spells into mechanical devices. Intriguing… Other than extreme foolhardiness, he does not appear to be a danger, though I will be sleeping with one eye open while he is among us.

There is also a “Githyanki” priest, Kal. While softspoken, he appears to be anxious about something or someone. If he is not forthcoming about this, it would perhaps be best to distance ourselves from him so as to not become entangled in his affairs; his appearance is similar to that of the pirates who attacked us.

Lastly is a fantastic creature, Katya Volkov, a “tiefling,” whom I suspect of being somewhat touched by the Dark. I do not trust her fully, but she has been helpful with her knowledge of the planes we found ourselves on. She appears to be a seer of some kind; perhaps I should ask her if I will find my family.

The others are talking of taking this vessel from the dim-witted dwarves who rescued us from the planar “elevator”. I hope I can convince them to proffer some compensation for it instead. It is improper to reward charity with treachery, and there is no honor in deceiving those who are like children.

All my life I have longed for the stars, eagerly swallowing up Father’s tales of glory. I now find myself among them, and beyond. While fraught with perils, it is indeed, glorious.

Solon's Journal, Part 2

By the Light, what HAVE I gotten myself into?!

Katya's Journal Part 3 - Elevator to Nowhere
Tour the Planes!

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Unfortunately our plans for multiple rounds of drinks had to be put on hold after we picked up on the sounds of many footsteps coming our way from the street ahead.

“Great, more company! Now what?” I groan, as I had used up most of my spells in that last fight.

Hodekin quickly looks around and then smiles, his sharp teeth glinting in the darkness. “I know a way! Come on!” He takes off down another alleyway and we run after him until he stops in front of a tree that had collapsed part of the wall to the right to form an archway of sorts. I’m about to ask him why he stopped when I just make about the shimmer of energy across the archway.

“Is this a portal?” I ask in doubt. “Where does it go to?”

“Doesn’t matter!” Hodey replies as the sound of footfalls is joined with angry grunting and shouts of ‘This way!’

Khal looks down the alley nervously and then steps through the archway and disappears, soon followed by Hodekin. I shrug and follow after them, as I have no desire for any more encounters this night. I really must remember to ask Khal what’s made him so popular, though. We outcasts have to stick together, after all.

“The Astral Plane,” Khal announces in an emotionless voice as I emerge to through the portal to a bright silvery shimmering expanse that goes on for as far as I can see.

In the distance there seems to be a group of colorful balls of light that I remember from my studies to be the Elserryn Cluster. Portals… this could be our way out of here! There’s also the fabled Crosswinds Keep, as well as a Githyanki city around here… but from the look on Khal’s face, I’m sure he knows that already.

“I’m all for finding civilization, myself,” I begin as I watch Khal’s reaction. “What about Crosswinds Keep?”

“We should go to the cluster to find a portal from this place… and quickly,” Khal replies as he scans the area nervously.

Suddenly there is a strange buzzing sound in the air that grows louder and louder… until with a POP an odd-looking boat shaped like a goldfish appears in the distance chased by another larger ship covered in Elvish symbols.

“What in the 9 Hells is that?” I ask as the first ship begins to break up and crashes into the…well… ‘ground’ for lack of a better term in the Astral.

“We’re still heading for the portals, yes?” asks Khal.

“Well yeah, of course…” I reply as we start walking. “Still, though… if they were able to come here in that ship…”

All intentions aside, it looks as though the Fates had their own plan in mind as the survivors of the crashed ship come running in our direction… followed by a handful of creatures that… I swear, look sort of like Khal.

“Are those… Githzerai?” I mutter questioningly as I squint.

Khal turns to look and does his best to hide his fear. “Pirates!” he hisses under his breath. “We must leave. Now.”

The party breaks into a run towards the cluster of portals as Khal waves his arms and the magical fog appears once again to hopefully cover our tracks. He then picks up Hodey under his arm and zooms past me once again. I simply must ask him how he does that!

Eventually we make it to the cluster and manage to agree on a particularly pretty blue one when the survivors of the wrecked ship catch up with us. “Please, wait! Let us come too!” begs a dark-skinned female as she’s joined by an Elven male and a… wow… what is he? He might actually make a few demons give pause before charging down a dark alleyway

The potential for unwanted combat can make strange bedfellows, as the rest of the party nods and I shrug in indifference. After a moment the portal flashes with light and we say good-bye to the Astral Plane as we appear in a strange mist. I’m about to ask Khal where we are, when suddenly I see people falling horizontally through the air in the distance.

“Ah crap… it’s the Plane of Air,” I mutter.

“The Plane of What?” asks the elf nervously.

“Just don’t think about falling,” warns Khal.

“Don’t think about what?” asks the elf again before he suddenly starts falling through the air.

“Clueless,” Hodey snorts.

“Guess we should go get him,” I mutter before turning to the rest. “For those of you who missed the demonstration Solon gave us… First you think it, then you do it.” Everyone nods, and with a thought we’re all falling through the air towards the tumbling elf.

Time passes for who knows how long in this odd dimension… until I hear the dark-skinned girl named Constance speak up. “Hey, what’s that in the distance? Is that land?”

“If it is, I’ll be glad to get my feet under it,” announces Wayland, the large humanoid with the penchant for guns, before he speeds up and plummets past the rest of us toward the floating island.

Thankfully it doesn’t take much manuvering for the rest of us to also come to a landing on the floating island and regroup. Odd… I noticed some interesting markings on the platform in the middle when we came down. I will have to investigate while the others check out the smaller islands with the headstones on them.

“Hey, it looks like a control device!” Hodey exclaims as he opens up one of the headstones. “I wonder what it does?”

“Don’t touch that just yet, Hodey… I think this whole platform has been charged with ritual magic to perform teleportations!”

“Maybe it can get us out of this insane place!” replies an eager Solon.

I go to investigate one of the other headstones with Khal while Hodey checks out the others, and find the same control device with beautiful stones as foci. “Okay, let’s start it up! If you’re not activating the device, get in the middle!”

Hodey and I each take turns moving from device to device to activate them as the runic circles in the middle island begin to light up and pulse with energy… first blue, then green, and then red.

“I don’t like this…” worries Solon. “Are you sure this is safe?”

I grin wildly as I place the last stone in the control panel. “Not at all!”

Katya's Journal Part 2 - Exit Stage Left
A Tiefling, a Kobold and a Githyanki walk into a bar...

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“Hodey!” I exclaim in delight as a Kobold sporting goggles and a longcoat comes strolling in with a bag over his shoulder full of miscelaneous items for his inventions. “Looking for haunt siphons for one of your productions in Sigil again?”

“Sigil! Sigil!” squawks Omen as he flies in behind the Kobold artificer and lands on his perch next to my table.

Hmmn… perhaps this is my chance to get out of here?

“Just collecting some items for my latest inventions, Katya. I was about done and thought I’d stop by to show you what I made!” he replies with a toothy grin as he sets his sack down and starts rummaging though it.

I quickly scoop up my cards into my sash and grab my backpack from under my table already packed and ready to go. “You know I would love to hear about them, Hodey… but perhaps you could tell me about them as we head back to the portal?”

“Sure thing, Katya!” the Kobold replies in stride as he pulls out a strange looking device with a gun grip in one hand and swings the sack over his shoulder with the other before walking out of the tent. “This one here is a _______________________!”

I shake my head and grin as Omen flies out after him. Well, this is it, mother…there’s no way I’m going to stay here and wait for my fate. If those bastards want to kill me too because you told me what you discovered, they can bloody well try and find me first!

As I step out onto the blood-red street I mutter the words of the Spark cantrip under my breath, and with a snap of my fingers the edges of the tent behind me begin to smoulder and burn.


As I follow Hodekin through the portal into the City of Doors, I can’t help but feel that it didn’t work… because a few feet down the alleyway we entered there happens to be a cleric getting mugged by some of the ugliest Githzerai I’ve seen in quite a while.

“Feels just like home,” I mutter as I pull out a few rose petals from one of the pouches on my belt and mutter the incantation for a sleep spell. I just hope it works… Hodey pulls out one of the strange devices from his sack and after a few twists and turns of knobs a slight shimmer forms around him.

Moments later one of the monks eyes roll up into his head and he falls to the ground unconscious, but the other two… I couldn’t be so lucky. One of them shakes it off after a moment and the other doesn’t seem to be effected at all. Hells! I reach for the sickle on my belt in dread at the thought of having to fight these monks in combat when suddenly there’s a shriek as another monk leaps from his hiding place above and lands on my back, dropping me to one knee.

I grunt in pain and reach up to grasp one of the arms around my neck with a glowing hand and grin as his skin begins to sizzle. Hode pulls another one of his devices from a holster on his belt and launches a blast of energy into the Githzerai, knocking him unconscious and thankfully getting him off my back to free me for my next attack at the two remaining.

I spread my fingers out before me with my thumbs touching towards the monks and with a thought the stars embroidered on my Arcanist Gloves begin to glow, giving extra power to my spell as jets of fire spring forth to incinerate one of the monks.

Hodey whips out another one of his strange machines and with a loud noise a white ball of fluff launches from it and suddenly the alleyway begins to fill with fog. Good thing too as I notice the rather large silhouette of a demon taking up the exit on the other side. Shit… trust this place not to be any different; a demon never could resist a fight! The bricks beneath my feet begin to vibrate as the demon picks up the scent of blood and decides to come join us.

“Time to go!” I shout as I spy another alleyway to the right and duck down it. I almost have to dodge out of the way as the cleric picks up Hodekin and takes off down the alley in a burst of speed past me. We manage to find some crates to hide behind in the fog and wait it out until the coast seems to be clear.

“I thank you for your help, strangers,” says the Githyanki cleric as he straightens his robes. “My name is Ly’Khal Al’Tiatak, but those not of my kind may call me Khal.”

“I am Katya, and this is my friend Heinzelmann Hödekin,” I reply. “No thanks necessary… I never did get along with Githzerai; they’re much too…too…” I wave my hands in frustration at not being able to think up a nasty enough word and the cleric nods in understanding.

“Hey, I know a good bar not too far from here!” announces Hodey as he looks out into the street and gets his bearings.

“Oh thank the gods!” I reply. “I could certainly use a drink!”

Solon's Journal, Part 1

At last! Word has arrived from Klepto – he has found someone who can help me. It has been years since I’ve heard from the halfling, but a more trustworthy spy I’ve not yet met on this “Correlon-forsaken rock of a world,” as Father would say.

Father… It’s been nearly 15 years since I made my vow while you lay on your deathbed. Is this it? Finally, truly, does my journey begin? To the stars? To the Elven Navy? … To my family?

750 years have passed since “Erevan’s Riddle” was destroyed, and you found yourself here, on Pharagos. Having crossed much of Acclasia, Yavvan and Hoquan, I have encountered only a small part of the fear and ignorance that had driven from you much of the pride you used to carry as a decorated Knight and Captain in the Imperial Navy. How you kept your faith in your absent “god”, I do not know. Perhaps it was that remnant of your former life that gave you the strength to go on, finally to meet Serra, my mother. Perhaps I will understand, in time. That you had the courage to share your deepest secrets and treasured possessions with me does me the highest honor. It is my greatest hope that I can fulfill my vow and return honor to you.

I go now to meet with Klepto and this off-worlder he has found. A trader from a distant star. The wonders of the heavens may now be but a few steps away. I shall miss the friendships that I have forged in my travels, but I shall not miss much else. I go to follow my destiny, and to fully embrace my name: Ruasar.

Katya's Journal Part 1 - Fortune's Fool
New begginings and an unknown future...

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I find my foot subconsciously tapping along with the clicking of heels along the blood-red bricks outside my tent as I try my best to focus on the spread of cards before me.

Try as I might, though… the images blur and I swear as I lose my focus and slam my fist into the table… causing my poor raven to stir from his nap on his perch with a ruffle of feathers and a squawk of “Ahh! Quiet!”

I look over to him with chagrin as I sweep the cards back into my hands. “My apologies Omen… I know how you get without your beauty rest. “ The raven squawks and shifts on his perch before tucking his head under his wing.

I sigh and take a slow, deep cleansing breath before letting it out and picking up the cards one more time. “You’ve watched your mother doing this enough times, Katya… you can do this.” I close my eyes and let my fingers flutter over the cards until I feel that tingle of rightness… and then proceed to lay them out in a 3-card spread.

I flip over the card representing the Past and can’t help but shudder at the Nine of Swords. Depression… cruelty… loss and scandal… all that can be overcome through faith and calculated inaction.

“Except you calculated wrong, didn’t you, mother?” I mutter to myself as Omen wakes from his nap and hops onto the end of the table where I do my readings. “That’s what happens when you forget what has the real power in this forsaken city.” I shake my head to clear it of the bad memories that threaten to come flooding in and breathe deeply once again.

Focus on the reading… let your feelings go.

I pass my fingers over the second card and flip it over to reveal the Wheel of Fortune to my surprise. “Hmm… the beginning of a new cycle, eh? What do you think, Omen… could this be a sign that good fortune is finally coming our way?”

The raven shifts as the clicking of heels along the bricks suddenly stops in front of my tent. “Customers!” it squawks in warning as it flies out to see who is outside.

I tap the card representing my future still turned face down on the table with a long black nail in annoyance. “Perhaps that’s a sign in and of itself,” I chuckle as I sweep the cards back into my deck for a fresh reading for whomever comes through the door, the long tendrils of my braids reaching out to light the incense sticks and dim the lanterns to create a mystical atmosphere. While many say they don’t believe in the power of seers… they always come back just in case they can get that edge over their next business dealing or relationship.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what the future brings me.”

Dramatis Personae - Constance
Time Haunted Oracle of Wildspace

Constance Human (Maztican) Female

A slender waif, dark of hair and skin but with brilliant sapphire blue eyes, she can be exceptionally charming when she is of a mind to be.

Found in a box along with a delivery of exotic alcohols in The Edge on the The Rock of Bral Adopted by one of the regular patrons, Artos Starhammer, she spent the next years as cabin “boy” on a variety of ships including hammerships, tradesman, and wasps.

Starhammer was not just a spacehand though, he was a member of The Seekers. When her powers began to surface he gave her a gift – a unique wayfinder – something found in the box with her. He explained that these are only carried by Seekers, and it might provide a clue about her parentage. He tried unsuccessfully to find info about them since finding her, but hoped you might have more luck.

Raised aboard ship she is a natural spelljammer and had seen at least four different spheres by the time she was 12. Even so she made a point of visiting Bral and going to The Edge at lest once a year. The bar staff there are the closest thing to family she knows.

During her travels she met some travelers from Toril who identified her as looking Maztican. Intrigued and enthusiastic she sought out a teacher and learned their language. The only flaw with the theory, as she discovered, is that Mazticans don’t have blue eyes.

At age 14 the mysteries of time began to make themselves known to her, and the hauntings began. While the hauntings were disconcerting to the crew her newfound ability to spelljamm and her vibrant personality kept her secure as long as she did not stay on any one ship too long.

When she was sixteen Starhammer was killed in an engagement with the neogi. She traveled alone for a year after that before she met Waylond Oswald Carruthers. One night on a visit to the Rock of Bral she was jumped by some of The Jugller’s Men after leaving The Edge. She was getting the worst of it when the giff came to the rescue and promptly thrashed them, killing one in the process. Deciding that Bral might be a bit hot for them now they signed on with an outgoing tradesman

Since then they have plied the starlanes of the Arcane Inner Flow, never staying with one crew for long. Neither of them have been back to Bral since then.


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