A neverending field

[Corwin]

"Did watching Aurora's battles inspire you to make it," Seira asks curiously, "or was it a long-term project that finally came to fruition?"

[Anastasia]

"Both," Gond says as you go down and down and down, into a vast chamber. Most of is taken up by what looks to be a metal furnace, with but a single gap into it. Piping connects to it and into the walls as Gond says, "What I need you to do is breathe goldenfire into there."

[Corwin]

"Alright, I will. Just one thing, though. It might be the Fire of Creation, but that purity means it's also poisonous to all except a precious few. Even from me it takes a considerable effort to use it in a way that's safe for others to handle. Even your ship's systems might end up taking damage eventually, along with anyone near the pipes connected to the furnace."

[Anastasia]

"It's fine, it's fine," Gond waves it off, "I've planned for that, I think I have it this time."

[Corwin]

With a thumbs up at Gond, Seira gathers air into her lungs and breathes goldenfire into the furnace!

[Anastasia]

Wooooooooooooooooooooooosh!

Goldenfire fills the forges, ignites the flames. The pipes glow with a faint golden illumination as the entire ship hums. "Success!" Gond calls, "Goldenfire cycle established!" Cupping his hands to his mouth and turning towards the door, "Elyssa, get ready to check power outputs and don't forget that ring I gave you!"

[Corwin]

"Do you need me to keep it going? Or it's self-sustaining for now?"

[Anastasia]

"It should be fine," Gond agrees, "Now let's go see this take to the skies!"

[Corwin]

"I'm right with you!"

[Anastasia]

For my own reference here since I need it, how much damage does your breath weapon do?

[Corwin]

For my avatar using goldenfire, it would be 20d10 fire and 2d10 holy

[Anastasia]

Onto the deck.

The ship is in place as Gond blinks as and is now at the front of the ship as he calls, "Watch! Look below and see!"

[Corwin]

Making her way over to his side, Seira takes a nice, long look around!

[Anastasia]

Far below you can see golden flames blasting out of the bottom of the ship. They're propelling it upwards as meanwhile you sense something amid the flow of prayers.

Dugarth's prayers reach you, a plea for protection. For her looks out from his forges and you see the town beyond is in snowfall. Visible to all an Avatar of Auril walks through the town, many walking with her, talking with her of the ways and patterns of winter. The Frostmaiden instructs all those who will listen to her.

[Corwin]

How brazen! Seira looks over at Marianne and Lyris, to see if she can redirect them to intercede.