Final Day of OBT! Elerd Rescue

We're not Short, We're Flying under Radar


Dovid Snuffleupagus Brigadoon Mop, Pom-Vivant and Exploratory Connoisseur

It took hours and seven bottles of hair dye (not to mention an ear bob) to manage it but here I am, more Elerd than Elerd, a lilly-white magical Pom. A PomSpy. I'm going to Elerd whether Jocelyn wants me to or not. I'm going to make sure everything's alright and I'm not leaving till I do. And not a second to lose!


Totally Elerd

Finally I have the ability to experience this continent the way the natives do, leisurely, not while running from half a dozen dragons. But I never wanted to be so sneaky about it. The self-proclaimed unofficial ambassador of Rogwel abhors deception!

Alas, this is the only way. I brought my dear friend into this and might have driven her to this strange and unexpected jaunt. I just couldn't live with myself if anything were to happen to her.

I arrive in Nasdaim and start acclimating myself to these new surroundings, trying to blend in.



First thing you'd notice about the city would be all the Elves. Elves everywhere, up and down, and still not a male in sight. Little Elves must be magically conjured into being. Or else those more-than-frequent raids into Rogwel are for more than just Neo Steam (you dirty little monkeys).



And what do I see waiting on the Nasdaim docks but what is clearly a stolen Rogwel airship. They painted it blue but didn't even bother to change the insignia! There are Maestros in Elerd, there are Poms a-plenty, they can make their own stuff so why steal ours?

Clearly these Elves are a tricky sort.



Almost immediately I pass by Yuna, the Elf evoker I had met what seems like ages ago in the long-contested fields of Riall. While I'd seen her several times since it'd always been at the business end of a barrage of fireballs.

How much older and more hardened she seems now! And here I am, inches away from her. Does she suspect? If I were to tell her my true identity, what do you think she would do? Would she set me on fire?


She'd probably set me on fire

I try to act normal as I walk on by.

I waste no time in setting about finding Jocelyn, out there somewhere in this wide world. If only she'd have told me what she wanted to do! I would have gladly come along, I could have been there! Now, anything could happen.

There's no time to lose!



Ok first I had to befriend this lovely floating mermaid thing, isn't she cute? Eee!



And look at that engineering! So near to ours yet based on entirely different principles, almost animorphic in design. I wonder how its speed compares to ours. Wait, can't delay! Must find Jocelyn!

I head for the Steam Balloon, which I've finally decided is the only way for a Pom to travel.


Why are those squares so mad?


Mah Bukkit


Riding in Balloons with Poms

I ask around but people are strangely reticent. Not only with me, a young outsider, but even with each other. Where the comunications in Rogwel were frequent and boisterous, Elerd seems remarkably subdued and insular. Calls come out for possible parties, for help, and are quietly ridiculed. The Gods when they speak seem more helpful if a mite more condescending.

I decide there's only one way to get anywhere, and that's by going straight to the heart. I board the subway to Cerity Praha Castle, to take my plea to the highest authorities.


MORE STOLEN ROGWEL TECHNOLOGY!!!

-david