Somewhere, far away from this, is a forest.

In said forest are beings, beings aplenty. They're not particularly easy to spot, often just out the corner of your eye, but are mostly harmless. It can be dangerous to travel through the forest, especially if you're not experienced at dealing with such creatures, especially during the colder months or near the twilight hours of the day, but that's why you bring a sorcerer along.

You might save up some money, trade small items you find outside the walls of your town for money, and go on a trip with someone selling their skills in a local marketplace. Perhaps you're rich enough to have your own sorcerer, part of your team of warriors, one whose job it is to lead you through the forest to go visit your relations across the border. Or you might be the daughter of the leader of a small town, live at the birthplace of a quiet adventurer, and have known this adventurer for many years, studying under him, before he takes you out to the woods.

And he might walk through the forest, seemingly prepared for anything.

You might be on your way to try to stop the apocalypse. Or the nearest equivalent you've heard of. You might not have a solid plan, you might not feel competent enough to take down a shadow, but you know enough you're surely safe in the woods.

Until, that is, you suddenly lose sight of your adventurer friend, and you call out for him, and get no response–

And then you notice something out of the corner of your eye. Just a glimpse, just a small shiny glimpse of a something, something you haven't encountered before. You turn to face it, feel yourself knocked back.

Then you find yourself lying on a piece of rock in the sky.

Evara leans up rather quickly, summoning a flame to herself in defense.

"– Evara," says the adventurer, already standing up as he sees her appear. "I wasn't sure you'd follow – watch your back."

She looks behind herself, quickly, checks for danger.

The only clear danger is... Falling off.

Though the bracing wind, pushing them more strongly than it really ought to at this speed, makes that non-trivial.

"I have no more information on where we are," he says, making his way towards the structure. "It doesn't – that was a Los, I've heard stories about them but – they eradicate species, they don't teleport –"

What's the structural integrity like, how destroyed is it, was it by flames –

Looks like flames, yeah. The surviving structure is made of the same rock as the flying island. 

To the - north? To the right anyway, there is a forebodingly large storm cloud. Another island, this one green, is visible to the left. A third one above.

"Akien – I don't suppose you've been holding out on me –"

"– I'm afraid that looks like a serious problem."

A moment and a couple of hand gestures later, he shoves his arms outwards in the direction of the wind threatening to topple them, and slows it, giving them a brief reprieve, then goes to look what's over the edge of the island.

Infinite sky, until it's swallowed up by clouds. One more floating island visible, a very big one this time. There's some sort of flying creatures, covered in spines. They seem to be fleeing.

The while island shifts when he casts the wind spell, reacting to the new balance of forces.

Evara braces herself, putting her flame out.

Akien grabs a small ankh shape out of his bag, blows on the top of it, and then has far less trouble with the wind.

"That – does not look doable."

Maybe not.

That second island above them is turning toward them. It has something almost recognizable as sails... And windows. A ship?

"No water, too far – volcano, what?"

"Too far, then clouds," he responds… and then looks up.

She follows his gaze.

"… The fuck is that."

It passes, someone shouting and waving from the front window. Too far to make out words.

It starts a wide turn, still descending.

"– How is there a person in that?"

"I can honestly say I have never seen one of those before."

He notices his position, so close to the edge of the island, and moves back a bit.

Evara moves to him, being nearer probably being safer than further apart.

It seems to be propelled by two large, loud, buzzing spinny things.

It lines up to pass them again, much closer, and drops a lot of heavy nets shaped into a basket that get carried along below it.

It seems to have trouble with the wind, too, but manages to approach the island relatively gently, only bobbing about a little.

Akien keeps hold of the ankh symbol, and takes a small metal bar out of his bag, too.

Quietly, he says, "They might not have had anything to do with this."

"… Perhaps."

She fiddles with a bracelet on her wrist, slightly nervous.

The nets approach. They could jump in now, if they're quick and steady.

She looks at the oncoming storm.

"We're taking this, right."