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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2007 3:05 pm
A very large Island with a 1000 mile in diameter. Most of it is a city. It resembles an old medievil setting with the cobble streets, masonary and woodwork, and hardly any technology. The only technology are the bikes, the guns, the gunblades, the airships, and some little stuff we might make up along the way.
The Center- the market square and capital buildings.
The West Sector- the poor district, also holding the entrance to the secret underground headquarters to the Last Right Rebels.
The East Sector- the rich district and running with both Obsidian and Leonnian soldiers. No commoner is allowed in without permission.
The North Sector- Where the businesses and the Obsidian headquarters are. Also running with Obsidians.
The South Sector- You're average community with shops and average security
Obsidian Head Quarters- A tall dark building in the North Sector. Its a safe zone for all Obsidians and is heavily guarded. A fence surrounds it, not letting anyone close within 20 yards.
The Last Right Rebel's Head Quarters- a secret underground society that is trying to right all the wrongs the Obsidians are committing. Their headquarters are beneath the West Sector. You'll have to find the secret entrance to get in. ninja
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 12:34 pm
When the captian made her way outside, she was greeted by a variety of smells that rose up to her nostrils with the dust. The sweet smells of vendors selling food instantly made her mouth water. It mixed in with the bitter smell of the city's sewege system and from a nearby fish merchant ship. The sun baked down on top of her, instantly making her feeling uncomfortable and it wasn't even noon, yet. Zanorah sighed. It was going to be a hot. She waited patiently for her other teammates. They would have realized they were docked, especially since Zanorah did it. She might have been captian, but her parking was anything BUT with ease.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 1:12 pm
(( stare Could have told me you were already over here. Bleh. Oh, well.))
The Falchion made an approach to the docks that was all but natural. It came in at a far-too-fast rate and skidded to a halt perfectly. A hatch opened in the back and the entire crew spilled out, gasping and clutching their chests.
"Never, ever, EVER again, Elvira," Eilf said in a strange accent, shooting an accusatory glance over his shoulder at the small girl. "We could have died!"
Hawk recovered quickly, smelling the food from the vendors. He grinned, a grin which quickly faded and he dropped to the ground. Torrie, being a bit newer to the group, ran up to him to see if he was okay.
"I'm fine," Hawk managed out, "but it's just so...damn...hot"
The rest of the crew ignored them and continued into the city.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 9:44 pm
A slight scowl barely present between Azrilin's well formed eyebrows. "Deity knows I hate this place." She grumbled under her breath. Her massive blade was cockeyed to avoid the burn on her arm from a few hours before. She'd donned a thick gray cape to try and hide it. But it was just too huge. Children oogled at her and worried mothers shoo'd them away to play in some direction other than towards the bronze amazon with cat ears.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 1:17 pm
The crew of the Falchion was making their way past the multitudes of ships, talking about what they wanted to get accomplished.
"I need some spare parts for Sparrowhawk," Torrie muttered to himself. Sampson laughed.
"Why on earth do you put so much energy into your bike? If the Falchion goes down, we're all gonna die, anyway."
The group walked by the Scion and the suspiciously-dressed woman, arguing amongst themselves about the importance of well-maintained bikes. Hawk ignored the conversation.
"I need to see about some more crystals..." he muttered to himself, half-lost in thought, and nearly running into a cart filled with produce. Kor shook his head.
"You are going to die if you zone out like that, sir." Hawk jumped at being addressed as such and laughed.
"You're right. To the bar! Last one there pays!"
Without much further ado, the group ran off at full tilt.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 9:46 pm
Zanorah watched the rowdy group pass by them. She was taking a quick account of their surrondings. It was something that naturally came to her. Even in normal day situations she always analyzed. And the group made her uneasy but she dismissed it as city folk enjoying themselves, and she wasn't too fond of cities.
Kimi had bounced to her side, staring at the trading stations of Terra Leonna with childish fascination. Zanorah took a small pouch from her pocket. It jingled as she waved it in front of Kimi. Kimi, with more of instinct, lifted her hands to recieve it. When it hit her hand she noticed it was filled with coins and she gave her captain a quizzical look.
"Spend it on what you'd like. But that's all I'm giving you so don't go splurging it all at once."
Kimi grinned wildly at her, nodded, and took off into the busy street. Zanorah wasn't too worried about her on her own. The kid had a good head on her shoulders and had the mind of a pro-battle strategist. Zanorah turned to Azrilin and grinned at her grimacing comrade. She looked more of a warrior than she did. A sword would have helped, but Zanorah had all the weapons she need on her even though they weren't seen.
"Hey. Let's go for a drink. The Leaders and responsibility could wait for just a little while."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 12:33 am
As soon as the group entered the bar, it grew instantly quiet and then exploded in good-natured laughter and greeting. The bartender waved.
"The usual, then?"
Hawk nodded. "And for the next five minutes, everyone in the bar gets whatever they want, on me!" Cheering rose up in the bar as Hawk and the rest took their seats at the bar. Torrie raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you have enough money?"
Hawk scoffed. "We're scavengers, remember?"
"Don't you mean pirates?"
Hawk twitched. "But...'scavengers' is a much nicer word." He took a swig of his drink and sighed. "It's been faaaar too long since we've had a break, eh?"
((Okay...any time now. Don't make me feel like I've killed THIS one, too.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 8:32 am
((Sorry I'm still pirating internet))
Azrilin nodded, a half smile tugging at full lips. "That's the best thing I've heard all month." She said then unhooked her sword and tossed it back into the cargo hold. It'd be there when she got back, any other crew feared her too much to touch it. "Just in case." She said by way of explanation to her friend/captain. Though she felt naked without her sword it was for the best. Especially if they were going to be drinking.
((And just to speed things up a little...))
Azrilin pushed the door out of her way, careful not to accidentally rip the poor thing off it's creaky old hinges. The bar was in a ruckus of fairly unusual proportions. It dared to make the warrior's half smile a whole one. The sweet smell of cheap tobacco and the sharp hint of booze were a welcomed treat. "O Diety, it's been too long." She mumbled half to her captain and half to herself.
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:47 am
((And just to make things easy...))
Hawk looked back at the door as it opened. He grinned at the people who entered, and waved. "You are just in time! The time limit expires in a few minutes, so get your drinks while they're cold!!" He turned back to the bartender. "Give'm whatever they want, yah?" He had obviously had a slight intolerance to alcohol, as he was forgetting things too easily.
The bartender nodded, used to this. He waved the girls over to the bar.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 2:12 pm
Zanorah sized up the man who talked. She was unsure, at first. It could have just been the rambling of a drunk. But a reassuring nod from the bartender allowed her to relent. She relaxed, or as much as she could in public. Zanorah mumbled her order to the bartender and he soon gave her a simple pint of ale. She wasn't in the mood to get a possibility of a hangover. Especially since she could be fighting with it in the next 24 hours.
As the bartender set her pint down, he slipped a paper under her hand as she grasped the rough surface of the mug. She didn't look at him as he walked away. Zanorah hid the folded up paper in her palm, moved her hand into her pocket, and resurfaced it with the paper visible to everyone else, just so they thought the paper had been there the whole time.
Zanorah unfolded the paper and hunched over it so no near by eyes could see it. What was written on it made her take a huge swing of her Ale.
"Scion ship members. Dead or alive. Each head $500,000. By order of the Obsidian Headquarters, approved by the Strattian government. Convicted of murder, rebellious behavior, and disturbing the peace. Armed and dangerous. Approach with caution."
Zanorah was grateful for the bartender being a fellow Last Right Rebel.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 2:23 pm
Hawk glanced at Zanorah out of the corner of his eye and then back into his cup, which he downed in a single gulp. He also knew about the bounty. He was, after all, a pirate. Er...scavenger. He lowered his voice so that only she could hear it.
"Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to drag you in. I'm no Obsidian fan, myself. However, I'd be a little worried about the Scion if I were you. A ship with a wanted crew? It's going to get cannibalized." He clearly wasn't as drunk as he showed. He turned to the bar, his grin back on his face and roared, "The time limit's approachin'! Better get your last free round now!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 12:29 am
Zanorah's eyebrows twitched and her eyes flickered over to him with such fervertedness that only he could have noticed. She lowered her voice to match his.
"Is that so? You seem to know how to spot a prizeable ship..."
Zanorah took a huge gulp of her ale. She wondered who this fellow is and which side he was. She didn't think he worked for the Obsidians, as he said, but it wasn't only the Obsidians that were feared in this world. He seemed honest, at least his word was.
"And where did all this chaos place you in this world?" she asked as her lips still brushed the lip of the tankard. It was a discreet way of asking what his occupation was or what he was.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 12:57 am
Hawk grinned into his beer. "We're a mismatched sort. I have an eye for technology, ya know?" He took a swig of his beer. "I'm a scavenger." He shrugged, setting the empty tankard on the counter. Sampson, who was right next to them, shot a glance over at them and shrugged. He didn't bother correcting the captain. It was too much of a pain to argue with him. He really wondered how well the girls were going to catch on to them, though. They were all wearing a bit of Obsidian armor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 6:22 am
Azrilin swallowed a strong dunkelbrau and half smiled. "Ah, lovely." She set the pint back on the counter with an appreciative thud and glanced at Hawk. "Thanks, for everything." The sincerity was not lost in her voice. It'd been far too long since she'd had anything decent to drink, and she was truly grateful.
Her eyes then swept over his crew and she nodded at them in greeting. She wasn't crazy about the lot of them but they didn't set off her radar all at once. Setting her elbows on the table and resting her chin on the backs of her wrists she glanced sidelong at Zanorah. "Think I should check up on Kimi? Who knows what the little terror has done by now."
Now that she knew where they stood she was worried about the little imp. Did they have pictures?! Would they're slow as molasses crew even put up much of a fight? oh wait, yeah as long as they're weren't any specials involved. The crew might well me more useless than not but in a pinch they could pull through. But still... damn this city.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 3:00 pm
Zanorah was taking thoughtful sips, her eyes fixed on the bottom tankard that was hued with the brownish-yellow of the ale. The scavengers here were starting to make her nervous. She loved her ship as much as its crew. It took her forever to obtain it. And though it looked like a normal merchant ship, it was really full of precious supplies for a battlion ship. She doubted the Scavengers would attack them during the day while they were docked. It was too risky and would definatly result in all of them being captured. She and Azrilin couldn't be caught, and neither could the Scavengers if they were doning Obsidian armor and claiming not to be Obsidians. Each of them would most-likely be dealt the death sentence.
"Yeah. Let's go. We need take of some stuff anyways." Zanorah stood up from her stool. She stood facing the scavenger with her side still facing the bar. "Thanks for the drink." She was about to turn around and leave when doors of the tavern swung open and a group of rowdy Obsidians walked in.
"Trich!" Zanorah whipped back into her stool so that her back was facing the Obsidians. She hunched over and lowered her head a little, just in case. She could hear them laughing and her skin crawled. Her fingers twitched nervous around the almost empty tankard. The bartender gave her a quick warning look that reminded her that the Wanted paper was still in clear sight. Zanorah quickly crumpled it, threw it into the ale, and chugged it down her throat. She set the tankard down.
"Gimme another one!" Zanorah said with a similar tone to the scavenger's. She lowered her voice so only Azrilin could hear. "Any ideas that don't involve us smearing them across the streets or blowing this place up?"
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