In the boundless skies of Simuhay, high above the plate of Avistym, an old wooden galleon known as the Morning Star cuts through the clouds at a steady pace. Its sails, which adorn multiple masts extending out from both the deck of the ship and its lower hull, calmly billow in the steady winds that push it forwards. This, along with additional magical propulsion, ushers the ship through the sky silently and smoothly.
On the upper level of the deck, its navigator - a short gray wolf with a shock of red hair - stands at the wheel, steering the ship towards a destination as-of-yet to be seen by its inhabitants. A small, brilliantly colored stone orbits his head at a gentle speed, and mask fashioned after a fox's skull strapped onto his belt rests against his hip. Every now and then, he references a thick book filled with all sorts of scribbles before pulling a lever or adjusting a dial.
On the main deck, just below this wolf and in his view, another gray wolf and an avali with soft green plumage, both sporting draconic features, run around the deck as they energetically spar with each other. The former, commanding a floating glaive and an excess of ice magic, darts back and forth with intense focus. Several markings on his body glow a bright teal as he slings magic at the avali, who expertly aims his rifle towards the wolf while sidestepping the icy onslaught. The rifle itself nearly dwarfs the avali, who stabilizes it confidently with both of his paws and a third, spectral paw of his creation.
Watching over this combat with some amount of anxiety is a red panda clad in armor, leaning against a large, perfectly reflective shield that could easily be mistaken for a giant mirror. His eyes dart between the two combatants, anticipating the moment either of them becomes wounded to jump in and channel his healing magic. Behind him, clinging to his leg, a barely perceptible manifestation of a small lamb child stands and watches with a serene smile. A gentle halo of light shines onto him, giving a decidedly godly air to his presence among the mortals he finds himself watching over.
Heading down the stairs to the lower decks, a small Buizel with a tuft of red headfur strides quickly towards one of the ships many rooms. A decorated shield rests on his back, attached to a small strap that goes around his body, acting as the only clothing he wears. He moves with purpose towards one door in particular. Approaching it, he gently raps a paw against its surface. His voice, cheery and confident, calls out to the ship's final passenger.
Within this room sits a dark furred goat adorned with all kinds of unusual features: burnt orange stripes along floppy ears and a decidedly-too-long-and-thick-to-be-normal tail, a flickering black and white flame adorning the tip of said tail, and plenty of amethyst gemstones floating around their short horns and flame. They look up from the desk, upon which an open journal sits, and put their pen down as they turn to acknowledge the Buizel at the door. They stand up and grab the journal. In a practiced motion, they close it and wrap its strap around the cover to securely close it.
They trace one of their cloven fingers along the embossed eight pointed star symbol on its cover, eyes lingering on it for a solid few seconds. Finally, they set the journal down on the desk and head out of the room to join the Buizel, who is already eagerly returning to the ship's upper deck.
It is this journal that is our point of interest, dear reader.
Its contents contain the journeys of this troubled goat, Kayde, and their companions in the aftermath of the terrible calamity that destroyed their original world, and sent them on a collision course with each other in this simultaneously new and old world called Simuhay.
A warning, before you continue: the end of this story is as of yet untold. Kayde's fate, and the fate of their companions, are still undetermined. At any point in the future, this journal could reach and abrupt and unsatisfying end. Should this occur, I will recount whatever events transpired between their last journal entry and their untimely demise.
Another thing worth bringing up is that Kayde treats this journal as a living document, sometimes leaving reminders to themself within its pages, and other times returning to old entries to add new asides. It may be worth scanning through old entries to check for these new asides when a new entry becomes available. This journal and its pages will not be set in stone until the day that Kayde either deems its purpose fulfilled, or finds themself at their life's end.
I will open the journal for you now, and allow its pages to become yours to know.
