Game summary for May 12, 2026, Chronoshift: Spelljammer campaign, Pathfinder Roleplaying Game, for Phoenix Gaming Club. Session included: Callum Spellhardt (Human Sorcerer played by Parker Harmon), Hekera Nephera Mawhesk Vyk’sebekenka (Sebek-ka Fighter played by Preston Harmon), Helg Ingvar (Aasimar Cleric played by Chris Harmon), Polaris Helmsmeade (Dwarf Templar played by Peyton Harmon), and Ursay (Mongrelfolk Slayer played by Paul Potter). Game Master for this session was Charles Plemons.
A ribbon of Phlogiston current struck the ship like a sideways tidal wave. The Flow beyond the rails became a shrieking smear of rainbow color, and the deck bucked beneath their boots as if the ship had forgotten what “level” meant. The wind was so fierce they could barely keep their footing, and they suspected ranged weapons would be severely affected. Their ears rang with a high, pressure-filled wail that made shouted words seem distant and distorted.
As the winds whipped across the deck, one of the crew shouted, “Tie off!” and began lashing himself to the railing. Then they saw them. Dark, fast-moving shapes rode the shear like predators gliding along a wave, closing in to grab and carry away prey. The creatures were humanoid, though overly muscled. They seemed to swim through the Flow despite the raging winds. Their skin ranged from yellow to green, their mouths filled with rows of razor-sharp, shark-like teeth, and each possessed four powerful arms.
The flowfiends swept in riding on the winds of the shearfront pulse. It had deafening sound and brutal winds sliding the party around. They considered the crew and team for a while and seemed disappointed. One finally settled on Helg as target and grabbed hold of him. Another grabbed hold of Callum. That was a mistake. Callum activated elemental blast and devastated the creature. He followed it with cold ice strike, staggering the monster. Ursay fired several arrows into the storm and let the wind sweep them back in to pierce a fiend. He then fired again and killed the flowfiend grappling Callum. The other flowfiend flew under the ship and came up on the other side. The giff fired the ballistae, but the shots were blown wide by the storm.
Hekera stepped up and cut down the other flowfiend on the ship. Callum cast an empowered cold scorching ray and killed the remaining flowfiend. They decapitated two in hopes of feeding the brains to Wizzlecrank and realized they were regenerating! They tried to feed them to the gnome ceremorph, but he recoiled. They tossed all remnants of the fiends into the colorful Phlogiston.
Another leg of their journey had reached completion. They reached the massive Crystal Sphere of Krynnspace. It was significantly larger than Realmspace, though smaller than the enormous Greyspace. Their ship passed through one of the stable silver-blue portals in the Sphere and emerged once more into the vastness of Wildspace, leaving the explosive rainbow currents of the Phlogiston behind.
Those among them who followed the gods felt an immediate reconnection with their pantheons, including mighty Kiri-Jolith, god of honor and war.
Far in the distance, like an enormous star, the sun burned at the center of the Sphere. Orbiting around it was the fiery planet Sirion. They were certain that some of the additional points of light scattered across the darkness were not stars at all, but other worlds.
Barring delays, it would take them a little over forty days to reach Krynn.
Two days into their voyage across Krynnspace, a broad-bellied tradesman slid out of the star-dark beyond the Stellar Islands, its lanterns glowing warm as hearthlight and its pennants snapping crisply in the void. A row of dwarves and gnomes along the rail lifted tankards and waved with exaggerated cheer.
A brass speaking trumpet caught the light, and a friendly voice boomed across the gap:
“Ho there, new skyfarers! Welcome to Krynnspace! Friends – if you will have us. We are the Hand of Reorx. We bring bread, drink, and a moment of honest fellowship to all who cross the threshold!”
The team greeted the dwarf, Captain Forge Irongrip. Most of the party went over to their ship to drink and exchange information. They discovered these are evangelists of Reorx, and while not overly pushy, they kept recounting teachings about Reorx and his philosophy. Eventually, they ended up talking about the shrike ship they had acquired, The Lark Ascendant. The party showed him a rubbing of the maker plate.
They discussed a bit, and they helped each other decipher some of the markings, such as one indicating the ship was built in Krynnspace this year. They are pretty certain this was a warship built by the Anvilwheel Consortium, a combined dwarven and gnome shipyard operating on planet Reorx. Because elven ships are grown, they are slow to make. They believe this was a lot of fully armed warships sold to the Elven Imperial Navy. Why are the elves buying ships? What do they know?
The team gave a donation of a deep blue spinel and a minor magic potion to the evangelists and wished them well.
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