borne on a tidal wave of cobalt and silver, the airship auroras song billowed through the sky, its gilded hull creaking under the strain of the storm whipped winds, as captain isadora beaumont shouted orders to her crew, igniting arcane runes along the decks rails to ward against lightnings bite, navigating by star chart and instinct through a labyrinth of roiling clouds, and all the while nursing a secret hope that the legendary skyforge would rise from the clouds once more to answer their desperate plea for sanctuary.