Event Introduction

The Sky-Port of Eldridia is more bustling than you have ever imagined they’d be. You knew there were tons of Guild members, obviously, but numbers aren’t quite the same as seeing the mass of Faians in person. Every meeting you’d managed to attend didn’t have half of the participants; many members didn’t have the luxury of living close enough to be there often. But, this summons had brought Faians from all waters to Kal.

As you draw closer, you finally conceptualize the immense size of the Guild’s biggest airship, The Glorietta Arcana. A Lumendra currently walking across the gangplank is but a morsel compared to the ornate rail next to them. Not to mention the Tortuvina circling the skies around it; they are certainly large, but pale next to the airship.

“You know where you’re going, dear?” A Candle Noodle with a record of supplies approaches you, and introduces herself as Felicity. “You’d better get aboard. We’re flying for Raydes in just a few beats. Grab that sack over there and take it to Pioette, will you?”

You nod, a bit anxious to board—you know you'll get airsick. But you balance the sack on your back and walk over the gangplank onto the Guild’s great airship.

You scan the crowd of Faians, looking for Pioette: a blue and green Candle Noodle with a plethora of wings. You see her near the hull, chatting with a group of other Noodles. Trying not to interrupt, you wait patiently at the edge of the conversation, placing the sack onto the planks. But Pioette does realise you want her attention, and she breaks the chat.

“Oh! I was wondering where that went. Thanks for finding it.” She looks down at you for a moment, and then cocks her head. “You’re a mage, right? Join our conversation.” You sit down, unsure, but listening.

She takes the sack, pulling out a glass prism. “This,” she says, holding it up to catch the sunlight, “will be the key to our spell.” You stare at the reflected rainbow of light that spills onto the deck. 

“While our other Guild members work to clear the Wither manually—flames, lures, and light mist alike—we’ll channel our spells into this. Raydes will be consumed by Light, and the Wither will have no choice but to retreat.” Pioette turns to you. “Are you ready?”