The Gate Zeppelin comes out of the Astral Plane, to the world its passengers were calling 'Osa,' a mite lower and a good stretch faster than the Gnome pilot anticipated. Faced with a sudden increase in resistance and a fast-approaching copse of some evergreens, he yanks back at the controls to try to force elevation. This causes a momentary dip of the Zeppelin's tail end, which clips the treetops, tears loudly, and erupts in an otherworldly green flame.
The pilot forces the Zeppelin down in a clearing as the flames spread, and the passengers are quickly ushered out; folks are quick to get all their important supplies out safely and efficiently. Only the pilot and his Hobgoblin co-pilot, along with a single minotaur passenger, die in the crash.
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The clearing you're in is roughly two hundred meters square, with a slight rise to the port side of your wrecked Zeppelin. Aside from the smoke and the flames, the air seems clear and cool, at what your research would have you believe is 'summer' weather. The sky is cloudless and periwinkle blue, with a single daytime star visible overhead, and two small yellow moons at opposite points on the horizon. The ground itself feels springy, not too dry, and oddly warm under your feet, given the temperature of the air.