Mid Day, July 9th, ATS 1125 Perijin's Spout, The Waterfury As the Tourniquet cut deeply into the night sky, the illumination of the Waterfury was everywhere. It's lights flicked across the sky in jaggeg streaks, and cracked the clouds in two, as well as those that were unfortunate enough to fall in it's path or wrath. Hail, and water fell in torrents, and sheeted the ship's deck. Many a seasoned sailor had heard of the environment created by the Waterfury, but only few could say they knew from experience, and survived braving to cross through it. Gale force gusts of winds swept across the deck an random moments, and threatened to sweep a man or woman from the deck and out into the skies granting them the longest fall they'd ever know until they were torn apart by the swirling, and hungry winds of the Void. Those on deck of the Tourniquet were harenessed to various rails, and held onto their ropes, and stations with white knuckled grips. [size=+2]Zagara[/size] Zagara stood on deck, with ropes attached to his torso, and anchored to the ship's railing. His spinning eyes gazed deeply into the hellish barrier that barred them from the Midrealms. The rains had denched him to the bone, and he then broke his gaze to turn back to the rigging. Ku-Jon, and Kargon had both explained to him what he was to do, and it was much more difficult with the slick ropes, and rocking deck of the ship as it steadily plowed through the wind, rain, hail, and lighting. "What hell is this!? This is no storm! This is the wrath of the Gods!" Zagara yelled out to Ku-Jon who stood quietly at his post at the ship's wheel. The Captain's eyes, remained dark in concentration. He'd passed the storm many times, but each time always felt like it might have been one trip too many. Lightning arced along the ship's side, and forced Zagara to rear back and cover his eyes as the blinding light burned the sight from his eyes, and blinded him momentarily. A few moments later he felt a few of the Tourniquet's other crew members grab him by his shoulder's, and shove him away from the ropes which they then manned for not trusting the mage's application of his newly acquired sailing knowledge. "Keep yer eyes on the rigging you damn mage!" One yelled over his shoulder as he struggled to anchor the knots with the other sailor.