Gerard

Gerard gives a curt nod to Muricia, Be careful out there. Mind the storm!

The group rushes to the upper deck, where preparations are made with impressive speed and precision. Gerard stands ready, Slasher coming up beside him, My ghulra is tingling. Battle is coming. It has been two months since I decapitated a man. My axes hunger. Gerard gives the 'forged a sidelong glance, his marshal tendencies showing themselves, Try to keep a head or two intact Slasher. We may be able to get some answers that way.

His gaze returns to the smaller ship, Have any of you seen an airship like this before? Small size, three rings. She's moving fast, I'd say twice as fast as we are. She's about ten miles out, but gaining on us quickly.