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Introduction
Updates and Notes
This roleplay has many characters. I'm not going to stop accepting characters, but when you join, keep in mind that because there are many characters, you won't always get the spotlight.
If you're having trouble working your way into the roleplay (I know it's hard with many characters), drop me a PM and we'll work something out.
If there is a religion/deity/group/location or otherwise that you wish to add to this world, please PM me. I left it mostly blank so that players and other people could contribute.
I can't believe I forgot to mention this, but I do want around two paragraphs minimum post-wise. That's about twelve lines, not including the page break or empty line. If you're having trouble reaching this posting minimum, try describing your character's actions, emotions, and mannerisms along with their dialogue. What gestures does your character normally make when they speak or want to emphasize? Things like that. A little scenic description never hurt either.
Setting
This is a steampunk/fantasy roleplay set in an alternate Earth that we’ll just call Retha to save us infinite confusion. It will have a TV-series like plot, that is, one short plot after another within a general, open plot, some of which can be suggested by players. There will also be “events” to keep things interesting. The events will be directed by NPC’s as played by me, but the characters will have the freedom to do what they want. There is always room for character plots and unexpected twists. I expect lots of humor, drama, and action. Emphasis on the humor!
This may or may not eventually become a humongous fantasy world, but for now… the sprawling, prosperous kingdom of Anastoria is located in the province of Corbele, which is surrounded by the Loperian Sea on three sides. All of this is located on the continent of Paldona, which rests in the Kunel Ocean and serves as part of the dam that forms the Loperian Sea. Naturally, detailed information on the locations in the Kingdom of Anastoria will be revealed in the places tab. Other places in Corbele include the Kingdom of Ciredia, other Kingdoms, several cities, towns, and villages, but we won't focus on those just yet.
The time is early spring, while the wind is still a bit chilly but the flowers are blooming and the sun's warming the earth. The Month is, more specifically, May.
Here is a close up of Corbele. I only marked the most important locations on the map, so there's more to it than what's there.
General Plot
The main plot revolves around the conflict between magic, technology, and religion, and how people interact with each other based on these three subjects. It’s also about the conflict between the Kingdoms of Anastoria and Ciredia. This is just the plot in general; I’ll be focusing more on the smaller chapter/episode esque plots and events that will happen as the story progresses. The main plot can only end in one of three ways; it’s up to the characters to decide which fate will fall upon the two Kingdoms.
Events and Other Plots
This section will be edited as the story progresses.
Event 1: Every building has been swathed in colorful decorations; every person has baked, cooked, and pulled out their best wines and ales; everyone has exchanged their normal clothes for more colorful ones created just for the occasion. The market located in the center of the Kingdom’s main city, Anastor, is much more colorful than usual. It’s even rumored that gypsies will perform for money and pirates will set up their shops in the market and sell foreign plunder. People from all over the land have been invited to attend the festival, regardless of their status in relation to the kingdom, and everyone is in high spirits. The annual festival is one of general celebration; celebrating the King and Kingdom’s good health and prosperity; celebrating the Kingdom’s tolerance for outsiders, forming new allies, gaining more citizens as people who like the look of the city settle down permanently.
The only problem is, amongst these strangers lurks an assassin who tried to kill the King only a week prior to the festival. The only thing known about the assassin was that he was a native Anastorian and a magic user, as told by the clues he left behind. Everyone expects the assassin to attempt another strike, but despite the danger, the King has insisted on attending the festival. His personal guard has greatly increased and a magnificent bounty has been offered to anyone who can bring him the assassin, alive. A smaller fortune has been offered to anyone who can bring him important clues as to the assassin’s identity, mission, or whereabouts.
History
The Kingdoms of Anastoria and Ciredia were once one kingdom, before steam-powered technology was well-known and used. The young King had just married a Princess from a neighboring Kingdom to form a peace treaty; they existed for ten years in peace and prosperity, their lands joined. And then steam-powered technology began to make its debut all over Paldona. The King had what is known as a mechanic’s mind, he liked to make things and take things apart to see how they worked. He fell in love with steam-powered technology and immediately introduced it into his Kingdom.
The Queen, who believed strongly that technology was a sin against her Goddess, Cire, implored her husband to remove the creations from the kingdom and thus cleanse it of all sin. Her husband simply laughed. While he believed that other people’s religions and deities did exist, he didn’t believe IN them, and thus, did not fear their wrath or believe that technology was a sin. The tension between the two grew within a matter of months; eventually, after many arguments, the King finally told the Queen to go make her own Kingdom and wallow in her hate. So she did.
By this time, some of those that had been originally wary of technology had already decided, like the queen, that technology was a sin against nature and/or their various deities; there were very few religions who accepted technology as anything other than a sin. Magic was widely incorporated into religion, so those who disdained technology were, for the most part, magic users. There were also those more practical magic users who would lose their respect, power, and jobs if certain types of technology took the place of magic.
All these people the Queen took with her when she left the Kingdom and claimed her Father’s lands, splitting the Kingdom neatly in two. It’s been that way for ten years.
Kingdom of Anastoria
Colors: Golden and bright Green.
Insignia: A dragon with it's neck and tail stretched out to form a circle, wings half extended, with a cog gear in the center of the "circle" made by it's neck and tail.
Flag: Yellow and green striped shield, with the kingdom insignia in white in the center of the shield.
Culture: Just a little bit about the culture, in case you guys aren't sure. The view on the equality between men and women varies in the world; some religions state that they're more or less equal, while some people simply view them as more or less equal. In the Kingdom of Anastoria, men and women are considered equals. Women can do what they like; men can do what may be considered women's chores without being spurned by others. People can do what they want. Also, when it comes to "Noblemen" and "Peasants", there ARE those who are clearly Noble born and take pride in their blue blood, but it does not make them superior or inferior to anyone else, as much as some of them wish it did. Servants and etc are paid well to do their job, and while they may suffer verbal abuse from unappreciative people, they don't HAVE to. They can quit and get a job somewhere else if they wish with no stains on their reputations.
Besides this, the kingdom is a mixture of religious views, cultures, fashion, etc, with Victorian (naturally) being most prominent, and strangely, Arabian/Hindu fashion being second most prominent. (No, this doesn't mean you have to dress according to this. Wear what you want.)
As for the rules of the kingdom, use common sense. No killing, thieving, invading one's home or abusing another. No harassing. Although, unfortunately, people are allowed to be verbally rude with no repercussions.
Groups
Druids (Cire's Followers)
The term was once applied to mages who dealt solely with elemental and “nature” magic, but now when people hear the term “Druid”, they think of those who faithfully worship Cire, the Goddess of Magic, or more commonly known as the Divine Enchantress. They are feared throughout the kingdom, because only Druids with great skill are accepted as Druids; any weaker person who dares to go by the name comes to a mysterious end. They are also feared for what some believe is their over-zealous devotion to Cire. They deal in all types of magic and firmly believe that technology is a sin against Cire and life itself. Why they decided that technology was evil is unknown; it may be that they misinterpreted Cire’s desire that they toil with their own two hands and avoid laziness at all cost, as technology tends to make work and life easier for people and supposedly demean the value of honest work.
Druids normally wear apparel with the color royal purple in it somewhere, which is the color commonly associated with magic. Somewhere on them, either in their clothes, on their skin as a tattoo, or their jewelry, they will have Cire’s insignia, which is a single eye superimposed over a crescent moon. There are many variations of this insignia, but it’s always unmistakably Cire’s.
Techpriests (these guys worship Tesla) (Created/Submitted by CoordinatorKurita)
The Techpriests appeared shortly after the advent of steam technology. These men and women are all gifted engineers and have an almost inborn understanding of technology. They are nether feared nor loved by the average people. They are rarely seen outside their temple-factories as they only leave to investigate technological developments that their own artificers have yet to uncover or if some factor is so important that they must leave the temple to deal with it. They have a deep reverence for information and see its destruction as a sin. They have no love for magic seeing it as an obsolete institution that only the select few can wield and will pass into obscurity as technology allows the average man to ascend over his limitations. As for their dealings with Cire's followers they would prefer to exist peacefully and advance technology to it heights, however they will defend their temple-factories and themselves with lethal force if necessary.
Techpriests attire themselves in crimson/red robes. They also wear a bronze twelve toothed gear the symbol of their god around their necks. They also standout from normal people due to the mechanical enhancements to their bodies.
Deities
Cire
Known as the Goddess of Magic, or more commonly as the Divine Enchantress, in many religions she reigns over magic, but in some she also reigns over magical creatures and beings, and/or nature. Her appearance varies, but she is most commonly portrayed as wearing deep purple and possessing silver or white hair. In every religion involving her or variations of her, she has a third eye on her forehead which is the source of all magic, everywhere. In some cultures she is considered to be a form of "Mother Nature", dealing only in natural magic.
Tesla (Created/Submitted by CoordinatorKurita)
Known to by the masses as the Machine God. He is the patron of engineers and scholars. His appearance is that of a human male made entirely of clockwork and a massive steam engine. Deep inside him is a massive twelve toothed gear that controls all his movements. Inscribed on this gear are all the knowledge of technology including what has been and all yet to be built. His body is a deep crimson color.
Magic
You can do what you want with it, I only require four things, which are listed below. Note that necromancy is allowed, but only on animals, not people. Whoever brings an animal back to life, controls that animal.
--Your eyes glow when you use magic.
--You must be within hearing and/or seeing distance to use magic on a person/object/thing.
--You can’t control someone with magic. (A.K.A Powerplaying)
--Using magic drains your strength. Using more than you have kills you.
Otherwise, you have freedom to use it how you want. IIf you’re not sure what you’re doing with magic is appropriate or not, PM me before you do it and I’ll tell you.
Technology
You can’t really make rules for this, but here are some guidelines.
There are no computers, cellphones, etc, because that’s considered “advanced” technology, and we don’t want advanced technology. =D
Guns are around, but they’re not common. At least, not as common as traditional weapons. You won’t find them in a market stall; you’ll have to search for them and be willing to pay a lot for them. Unless you can make them yourself, then there’s no problem.
I’ll add more here as I see fit.
Races
You can be any race you want; you can be an existing race, like an Elf, or you can make your own. I only require that:
--They fit within the roleplay universe. No aliens, sorry.
--They aren’t ridiculously over powered.
--If they’re hybrids, they’re only the offspring of TWO different races/species. Not three, not four, not twenty.
Rules
--Follow RPG’s rules.
--Don’t Godmod; it’s lame.
--No explicit or r-rated material please.
--Your character must balance out. You must have at least one physical weakness, but I expect more. D:<
NPC's
Harpy (Bar Owner)
City/Royal Manor Guards
Etc.
Character Outline
You can add whatever I missed. Everything listed is required unless stated otherwise.
This roleplay has many characters. I'm not going to stop accepting characters, but when you join, keep in mind that because there are many characters, you won't always get the spotlight.
If you're having trouble working your way into the roleplay (I know it's hard with many characters), drop me a PM and we'll work something out.
If there is a religion/deity/group/location or otherwise that you wish to add to this world, please PM me. I left it mostly blank so that players and other people could contribute.
I can't believe I forgot to mention this, but I do want around two paragraphs minimum post-wise. That's about twelve lines, not including the page break or empty line. If you're having trouble reaching this posting minimum, try describing your character's actions, emotions, and mannerisms along with their dialogue. What gestures does your character normally make when they speak or want to emphasize? Things like that. A little scenic description never hurt either.
Setting
This is a steampunk/fantasy roleplay set in an alternate Earth that we’ll just call Retha to save us infinite confusion. It will have a TV-series like plot, that is, one short plot after another within a general, open plot, some of which can be suggested by players. There will also be “events” to keep things interesting. The events will be directed by NPC’s as played by me, but the characters will have the freedom to do what they want. There is always room for character plots and unexpected twists. I expect lots of humor, drama, and action. Emphasis on the humor!
This may or may not eventually become a humongous fantasy world, but for now… the sprawling, prosperous kingdom of Anastoria is located in the province of Corbele, which is surrounded by the Loperian Sea on three sides. All of this is located on the continent of Paldona, which rests in the Kunel Ocean and serves as part of the dam that forms the Loperian Sea. Naturally, detailed information on the locations in the Kingdom of Anastoria will be revealed in the places tab. Other places in Corbele include the Kingdom of Ciredia, other Kingdoms, several cities, towns, and villages, but we won't focus on those just yet.
The time is early spring, while the wind is still a bit chilly but the flowers are blooming and the sun's warming the earth. The Month is, more specifically, May.
Here is a close up of Corbele. I only marked the most important locations on the map, so there's more to it than what's there.
General Plot
The main plot revolves around the conflict between magic, technology, and religion, and how people interact with each other based on these three subjects. It’s also about the conflict between the Kingdoms of Anastoria and Ciredia. This is just the plot in general; I’ll be focusing more on the smaller chapter/episode esque plots and events that will happen as the story progresses. The main plot can only end in one of three ways; it’s up to the characters to decide which fate will fall upon the two Kingdoms.
Events and Other Plots
This section will be edited as the story progresses.
Event 1: Every building has been swathed in colorful decorations; every person has baked, cooked, and pulled out their best wines and ales; everyone has exchanged their normal clothes for more colorful ones created just for the occasion. The market located in the center of the Kingdom’s main city, Anastor, is much more colorful than usual. It’s even rumored that gypsies will perform for money and pirates will set up their shops in the market and sell foreign plunder. People from all over the land have been invited to attend the festival, regardless of their status in relation to the kingdom, and everyone is in high spirits. The annual festival is one of general celebration; celebrating the King and Kingdom’s good health and prosperity; celebrating the Kingdom’s tolerance for outsiders, forming new allies, gaining more citizens as people who like the look of the city settle down permanently.
The only problem is, amongst these strangers lurks an assassin who tried to kill the King only a week prior to the festival. The only thing known about the assassin was that he was a native Anastorian and a magic user, as told by the clues he left behind. Everyone expects the assassin to attempt another strike, but despite the danger, the King has insisted on attending the festival. His personal guard has greatly increased and a magnificent bounty has been offered to anyone who can bring him the assassin, alive. A smaller fortune has been offered to anyone who can bring him important clues as to the assassin’s identity, mission, or whereabouts.
History
The Kingdoms of Anastoria and Ciredia were once one kingdom, before steam-powered technology was well-known and used. The young King had just married a Princess from a neighboring Kingdom to form a peace treaty; they existed for ten years in peace and prosperity, their lands joined. And then steam-powered technology began to make its debut all over Paldona. The King had what is known as a mechanic’s mind, he liked to make things and take things apart to see how they worked. He fell in love with steam-powered technology and immediately introduced it into his Kingdom.
The Queen, who believed strongly that technology was a sin against her Goddess, Cire, implored her husband to remove the creations from the kingdom and thus cleanse it of all sin. Her husband simply laughed. While he believed that other people’s religions and deities did exist, he didn’t believe IN them, and thus, did not fear their wrath or believe that technology was a sin. The tension between the two grew within a matter of months; eventually, after many arguments, the King finally told the Queen to go make her own Kingdom and wallow in her hate. So she did.
By this time, some of those that had been originally wary of technology had already decided, like the queen, that technology was a sin against nature and/or their various deities; there were very few religions who accepted technology as anything other than a sin. Magic was widely incorporated into religion, so those who disdained technology were, for the most part, magic users. There were also those more practical magic users who would lose their respect, power, and jobs if certain types of technology took the place of magic.
All these people the Queen took with her when she left the Kingdom and claimed her Father’s lands, splitting the Kingdom neatly in two. It’s been that way for ten years.
Kingdom of Anastoria
Colors: Golden and bright Green.
Insignia: A dragon with it's neck and tail stretched out to form a circle, wings half extended, with a cog gear in the center of the "circle" made by it's neck and tail.
Flag: Yellow and green striped shield, with the kingdom insignia in white in the center of the shield.
Culture: Just a little bit about the culture, in case you guys aren't sure. The view on the equality between men and women varies in the world; some religions state that they're more or less equal, while some people simply view them as more or less equal. In the Kingdom of Anastoria, men and women are considered equals. Women can do what they like; men can do what may be considered women's chores without being spurned by others. People can do what they want. Also, when it comes to "Noblemen" and "Peasants", there ARE those who are clearly Noble born and take pride in their blue blood, but it does not make them superior or inferior to anyone else, as much as some of them wish it did. Servants and etc are paid well to do their job, and while they may suffer verbal abuse from unappreciative people, they don't HAVE to. They can quit and get a job somewhere else if they wish with no stains on their reputations.
Besides this, the kingdom is a mixture of religious views, cultures, fashion, etc, with Victorian (naturally) being most prominent, and strangely, Arabian/Hindu fashion being second most prominent. (No, this doesn't mean you have to dress according to this. Wear what you want.)
As for the rules of the kingdom, use common sense. No killing, thieving, invading one's home or abusing another. No harassing. Although, unfortunately, people are allowed to be verbally rude with no repercussions.
Groups
Druids (Cire's Followers)
The term was once applied to mages who dealt solely with elemental and “nature” magic, but now when people hear the term “Druid”, they think of those who faithfully worship Cire, the Goddess of Magic, or more commonly known as the Divine Enchantress. They are feared throughout the kingdom, because only Druids with great skill are accepted as Druids; any weaker person who dares to go by the name comes to a mysterious end. They are also feared for what some believe is their over-zealous devotion to Cire. They deal in all types of magic and firmly believe that technology is a sin against Cire and life itself. Why they decided that technology was evil is unknown; it may be that they misinterpreted Cire’s desire that they toil with their own two hands and avoid laziness at all cost, as technology tends to make work and life easier for people and supposedly demean the value of honest work.
Druids normally wear apparel with the color royal purple in it somewhere, which is the color commonly associated with magic. Somewhere on them, either in their clothes, on their skin as a tattoo, or their jewelry, they will have Cire’s insignia, which is a single eye superimposed over a crescent moon. There are many variations of this insignia, but it’s always unmistakably Cire’s.
Techpriests (these guys worship Tesla) (Created/Submitted by CoordinatorKurita)
The Techpriests appeared shortly after the advent of steam technology. These men and women are all gifted engineers and have an almost inborn understanding of technology. They are nether feared nor loved by the average people. They are rarely seen outside their temple-factories as they only leave to investigate technological developments that their own artificers have yet to uncover or if some factor is so important that they must leave the temple to deal with it. They have a deep reverence for information and see its destruction as a sin. They have no love for magic seeing it as an obsolete institution that only the select few can wield and will pass into obscurity as technology allows the average man to ascend over his limitations. As for their dealings with Cire's followers they would prefer to exist peacefully and advance technology to it heights, however they will defend their temple-factories and themselves with lethal force if necessary.
Techpriests attire themselves in crimson/red robes. They also wear a bronze twelve toothed gear the symbol of their god around their necks. They also standout from normal people due to the mechanical enhancements to their bodies.
Deities
Cire
Known as the Goddess of Magic, or more commonly as the Divine Enchantress, in many religions she reigns over magic, but in some she also reigns over magical creatures and beings, and/or nature. Her appearance varies, but she is most commonly portrayed as wearing deep purple and possessing silver or white hair. In every religion involving her or variations of her, she has a third eye on her forehead which is the source of all magic, everywhere. In some cultures she is considered to be a form of "Mother Nature", dealing only in natural magic.
Tesla (Created/Submitted by CoordinatorKurita)
Known to by the masses as the Machine God. He is the patron of engineers and scholars. His appearance is that of a human male made entirely of clockwork and a massive steam engine. Deep inside him is a massive twelve toothed gear that controls all his movements. Inscribed on this gear are all the knowledge of technology including what has been and all yet to be built. His body is a deep crimson color.
Magic
You can do what you want with it, I only require four things, which are listed below. Note that necromancy is allowed, but only on animals, not people. Whoever brings an animal back to life, controls that animal.
--Your eyes glow when you use magic.
--You must be within hearing and/or seeing distance to use magic on a person/object/thing.
--You can’t control someone with magic. (A.K.A Powerplaying)
--Using magic drains your strength. Using more than you have kills you.
Otherwise, you have freedom to use it how you want. IIf you’re not sure what you’re doing with magic is appropriate or not, PM me before you do it and I’ll tell you.
Technology
You can’t really make rules for this, but here are some guidelines.
There are no computers, cellphones, etc, because that’s considered “advanced” technology, and we don’t want advanced technology. =D
Guns are around, but they’re not common. At least, not as common as traditional weapons. You won’t find them in a market stall; you’ll have to search for them and be willing to pay a lot for them. Unless you can make them yourself, then there’s no problem.
I’ll add more here as I see fit.
Races
You can be any race you want; you can be an existing race, like an Elf, or you can make your own. I only require that:
--They fit within the roleplay universe. No aliens, sorry.
--They aren’t ridiculously over powered.
--If they’re hybrids, they’re only the offspring of TWO different races/species. Not three, not four, not twenty.
Rules
--Follow RPG’s rules.
--Don’t Godmod; it’s lame.
--No explicit or r-rated material please.
--Your character must balance out. You must have at least one physical weakness, but I expect more. D:<
NPC's
Harpy (Bar Owner)
City/Royal Manor Guards
Etc.
Character Outline
You can add whatever I missed. Everything listed is required unless stated otherwise.
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Name:
Race/Species:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Abilities/Advantages:
Weaknesses/Disadvantages: (As long as these are obvious, you don't have to show them to other players, but you have to PM me the information so I know.)
Other:
Race/Species Info: (If you don’t want the other roleplayers to see this for plot-related or whatever purposes, you can just PM me the information.
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Xaras La Vespa played by CYBERPUNK
A sky pirate with a temper, sees the world for what it gots and he wants it all for him self.
King Marcas played by MidnightFlight
This is not your average King; playful, charming, occasionally whiny, he's the type to keep you constantly amused.
Allister Cordren played by chaoslord29
Artificer, enchanter and engineer extraordinaire. A member of the Royal Academy of Sciences, Allister's talent, enthusiasm and zealous patriotism have won him a position as a military intelligence advisor in the Kings Court, despite his humble origins.
Astaron Gethalan played by DragonSinged
This skinny little vampire is determined to be the best engineer there is.
Christopher St. Claire played by Hal_Wannabe
A boy with the habit of bringing furry animals back from the dead, and arming them with incredibly deadly defenses.
Sod-off Nobbs played by Fabricati.Diem
The ultimate pawn--whose pawn he is, however, remains to be seen.
Sariyah Azani played by Statistic Exile
Member of a dying order, this Druid is shrouded in mystery. Her eyes distant like the desert moon; she coldly gazes into the unforeseen without a single doubt in mind.
HauQue Xavor played by GiggleGasm
The young 15 year old Xavor has been lost from his clan for several weeks now, After telleporting himself away by mistake.
Nalgaras Darkflare played by Zaxter
Nalgaras is one of the verry few Dark Elves that ever leave their homelands. Not much is known about him but those who do learn abot his past, wish they never did.
Factorum Genesi played by Factorum
A young goblin who is obsessed with the world of magic and worships Cire
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Places in Retha: Machines and Magic
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15 postsAnastor
Anastor is the "capitol" of the Anastorian Kingdom, you could say, and home to the King himself. It's a mixture of Victorian and French architecture with steampunk elements. Airships soar over head as people of all types traverse the dizzying pathways leading throughout the city.
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OOC Notes
(King Marcas, Royal Manor, Anastor)
If you stood on the roof of your mansion, the view across the city of Anastor was spectacular. The network of paths, ramps, stairs, and walkways spiraling, looping, leaping, and drooping throughout the city like threads being weaved through an elaborate tapestry was the first to catch the eye. The second thing to grab the attention, at least at this time of year, were the bright, garish, colorful banners, flags, clothes, and decorations gracing every building in Anastor, accumulating the heaviest at the center of the city, where the Market Square was located. Every color of the rainbow, every color combination imaginable, but most dominant were gold and green, the colors of the Kingdom.
Everywhere you looked, there were colorfully dressed people walking, moving, talking, animated, enjoying themselves or arguing. It was safe to say that Anastor was one lively city, and King Marcas, as he stood leaning against the parapet of the manor roof, felt himself swell with pride at the thought that he, at least partially, was responsible for this prosperity. He stroked his short square beard idly as he mused on the annual Anastorian Festival that was beginning this late afternoon to early evening. The Festival celebrated the good health and prosperity of the Kingdom, its King, and its people.
He idly wondered what he was going to say for his annual speech. He should probably have planned ahead of time. But many would say, with much affection, that he was rather eccentric and, despite how excellently he ran his Kingdom, did not have the talent required for making plans and organizing things. He’d instantly agree, too; that’s what advisors were for. Although he treated his subjects more equally than most Kings, it was during the Festival that he really mingled with all his subjects, no matter how rich or poor they were or what blood ran through their veins.
He was broken out of his thoughts rather rudely by the sound of the lift raising up to the roof of the mansion. He only hoped the Butler, Luxon, hadn’t seen him jump in surprise.
“Sir, if you want to be ready for the festival in time, you’re going to need to come back to your quarters,” Luxon said, noticeably but moderately amused as he exited the mechanical lift that brought him up.
“The Festival doesn’t start for another hour. Even then, I intend to arrive fashionably late,” Marcas replied, dragging himself away from the parapet and towards the lift, pausing lifting a brow at Luxon. “Why do I get the feeling you’re laughing at me?”
“I would never laugh at a King,” Luxon said with what was definitely a small, amused smile as he got into the lift with Marcas and it drew them down towards the second floor.
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Marcas exited his quarters much more grandly dressed than he had entered them; tan breeches, brown leather boots, a long sleeved white shirt with a black vest and a three-way belt strapped over the torso, held together by a thick steel ring. On the back of the belt, a sheath with a short sword in it rested. Over this he wore a flowing green high-collared cape that was held together in the front by a gear-shaped button, with the kingdom insignia on the back, and his crown.
He strode across the marble floor of the spacious throne room and sat down in his chair, hanging one leg over one arm and resting his elbow on the other arm, supporting his chin. Several people were admitted with complaints and/or requests and he answered those patiently, his dark eyes shifting frequently to the door as if expecting someone to arrive… which he was.
He’d heard only this morning that his daughter, Princess Estelle, had arrived late last night and gone straight to bed, which was understandable. Now that he knew she was here, he was very anxious to meet her… and to introduce her to her new Stepmother. He finally answered the last request and stood up, indicating to the guards that no one else was to be allowed in.
“No more admissions,” He ordered the guards. “Also, you may attend the festival, but please be alert and ready for trouble. Every year some idiot tries something foolish.” The guards would naturally escort them into town, then they’d be free to enjoy the festivities provided they kept their ears and eyes open and didn’t get drunk.
King Marcas swept his cape out of his way and disappeared out of a side entrance that lead to the garden, knowing that if his daughter was up and out of her room, which she should be by this time, this was where she would most likely be.
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The expensively-clad man sneered in disgust at the slime coating the paved street beneath his feet, as well as the walls on either side of the dank, narrow alley. At the very end of the dark and slightly ominous alley, a rickety wooden stall leaned precariously to one side, piled high with bottles in varying shapes and sizes, filled with liquids of all constitutions and colors.
The man’s sneer became more pronounced as he approached the pathetic stall, his upper lip curling in disdain and his half-lidded eyes staring at the ragged, rat-like man who sat nervously behind the stall, his rodent like features twitching uncontrollably. He was clothed decently enough, but his clothes were dirty and greasy as if he’d been wallowing in mud. His black hair hung in greasy hanks around his face, which wouldn’t have been unpleasant had it not been covered in dirt.
“Do you have it?” The man drawled smoothly, deeply, one eyebrow raised carelessly.
“Yes… I have it…” The salesman said, surprisingly well spoken, looking very nervous as he fished a small bottle filled with clear liquid from amongst the rest and pushed it across the stall top towards the man.
“If this is anything other than what I asked for… if this doesn’t do exactly as you said, thoroughly undetected…”
“Yeah, I get it, you’ll kill me,” The salesman interrupted sullenly, still nervous. “I swear it’s everything I said it was.”
The two stared at each other for several minutes. One blinking rapidly and shifting uncomfortably, the other a proud and disdainful statue. Finally, the man snatched the potion up and tossed down a bag heavy with gold coins.
“Enjoy,” He tossed mockingly over his shoulder as he strode off into the crowd, deadly concoction now resting safely in his pocket.
If you stood on the roof of your mansion, the view across the city of Anastor was spectacular. The network of paths, ramps, stairs, and walkways spiraling, looping, leaping, and drooping throughout the city like threads being weaved through an elaborate tapestry was the first to catch the eye. The second thing to grab the attention, at least at this time of year, were the bright, garish, colorful banners, flags, clothes, and decorations gracing every building in Anastor, accumulating the heaviest at the center of the city, where the Market Square was located. Every color of the rainbow, every color combination imaginable, but most dominant were gold and green, the colors of the Kingdom.
Everywhere you looked, there were colorfully dressed people walking, moving, talking, animated, enjoying themselves or arguing. It was safe to say that Anastor was one lively city, and King Marcas, as he stood leaning against the parapet of the manor roof, felt himself swell with pride at the thought that he, at least partially, was responsible for this prosperity. He stroked his short square beard idly as he mused on the annual Anastorian Festival that was beginning this late afternoon to early evening. The Festival celebrated the good health and prosperity of the Kingdom, its King, and its people.
He idly wondered what he was going to say for his annual speech. He should probably have planned ahead of time. But many would say, with much affection, that he was rather eccentric and, despite how excellently he ran his Kingdom, did not have the talent required for making plans and organizing things. He’d instantly agree, too; that’s what advisors were for. Although he treated his subjects more equally than most Kings, it was during the Festival that he really mingled with all his subjects, no matter how rich or poor they were or what blood ran through their veins.
He was broken out of his thoughts rather rudely by the sound of the lift raising up to the roof of the mansion. He only hoped the Butler, Luxon, hadn’t seen him jump in surprise.
“Sir, if you want to be ready for the festival in time, you’re going to need to come back to your quarters,” Luxon said, noticeably but moderately amused as he exited the mechanical lift that brought him up.
“The Festival doesn’t start for another hour. Even then, I intend to arrive fashionably late,” Marcas replied, dragging himself away from the parapet and towards the lift, pausing lifting a brow at Luxon. “Why do I get the feeling you’re laughing at me?”
“I would never laugh at a King,” Luxon said with what was definitely a small, amused smile as he got into the lift with Marcas and it drew them down towards the second floor.
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Marcas exited his quarters much more grandly dressed than he had entered them; tan breeches, brown leather boots, a long sleeved white shirt with a black vest and a three-way belt strapped over the torso, held together by a thick steel ring. On the back of the belt, a sheath with a short sword in it rested. Over this he wore a flowing green high-collared cape that was held together in the front by a gear-shaped button, with the kingdom insignia on the back, and his crown.
He strode across the marble floor of the spacious throne room and sat down in his chair, hanging one leg over one arm and resting his elbow on the other arm, supporting his chin. Several people were admitted with complaints and/or requests and he answered those patiently, his dark eyes shifting frequently to the door as if expecting someone to arrive… which he was.
He’d heard only this morning that his daughter, Princess Estelle, had arrived late last night and gone straight to bed, which was understandable. Now that he knew she was here, he was very anxious to meet her… and to introduce her to her new Stepmother. He finally answered the last request and stood up, indicating to the guards that no one else was to be allowed in.
“No more admissions,” He ordered the guards. “Also, you may attend the festival, but please be alert and ready for trouble. Every year some idiot tries something foolish.” The guards would naturally escort them into town, then they’d be free to enjoy the festivities provided they kept their ears and eyes open and didn’t get drunk.
King Marcas swept his cape out of his way and disappeared out of a side entrance that lead to the garden, knowing that if his daughter was up and out of her room, which she should be by this time, this was where she would most likely be.
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The expensively-clad man sneered in disgust at the slime coating the paved street beneath his feet, as well as the walls on either side of the dank, narrow alley. At the very end of the dark and slightly ominous alley, a rickety wooden stall leaned precariously to one side, piled high with bottles in varying shapes and sizes, filled with liquids of all constitutions and colors.
The man’s sneer became more pronounced as he approached the pathetic stall, his upper lip curling in disdain and his half-lidded eyes staring at the ragged, rat-like man who sat nervously behind the stall, his rodent like features twitching uncontrollably. He was clothed decently enough, but his clothes were dirty and greasy as if he’d been wallowing in mud. His black hair hung in greasy hanks around his face, which wouldn’t have been unpleasant had it not been covered in dirt.
“Do you have it?” The man drawled smoothly, deeply, one eyebrow raised carelessly.
“Yes… I have it…” The salesman said, surprisingly well spoken, looking very nervous as he fished a small bottle filled with clear liquid from amongst the rest and pushed it across the stall top towards the man.
“If this is anything other than what I asked for… if this doesn’t do exactly as you said, thoroughly undetected…”
“Yeah, I get it, you’ll kill me,” The salesman interrupted sullenly, still nervous. “I swear it’s everything I said it was.”
The two stared at each other for several minutes. One blinking rapidly and shifting uncomfortably, the other a proud and disdainful statue. Finally, the man snatched the potion up and tossed down a bag heavy with gold coins.
“Enjoy,” He tossed mockingly over his shoulder as he strode off into the crowd, deadly concoction now resting safely in his pocket.
OOC Notes
(Astaron Gethalan, Astaron's Workshop, Anastor)
Astaron pointedly did not swear after he accidentally hit his thumb with his hammer. He sighed, and put it down on the bench next to him, deciding to take a break. He was having trouble sleeping today, so he was spending a bit of extra time this morning in his workshop.
Almost finished with the prototype of the experimental weapon. If I ever actually complete my daylight armor, it will clearly need an advanced weapon system to equip to it. Equip.. Hm, didn't think of that, why didn't I think of that? No reason to build the weapons right onto the armor itself, make them detachable and exchangeable. Got to have adaptability, obviously. Hm. Wonder if I should make the system airtight? Would mean that humans can't use it, but that's fine, wasn't planning on marketing it anyways. It could go under water, then, though that could be risky. Water makes me nervous, anyways. Well, it would work for lakes and things, at least. Just not rivers. Rivers, with their.. flowing. Moving. They said you could never cross the same river twice. Philosophers. Hm. Well, wouldn't catch me crossing the same river once. No sir, wouldn't catch me dead. Dead, ha ha. Oh Astaron, you are such a card. Now where did I put that wrench?
Astaron retrieved his wrench, and tightened a bolt on the weapon.
Wonder if I should weld that in place? Can't have it rattling while the weapon's operating, it would shake the whole thing apart. Well, we'll try it this way, for now. Welding it might weaken it, anyways. Not that I think it should be receiving too much strain there... Of course, if I replaced this bit with...
And so, he became lost in his work again. So much for taking a break.
Astaron pointedly did not swear after he accidentally hit his thumb with his hammer. He sighed, and put it down on the bench next to him, deciding to take a break. He was having trouble sleeping today, so he was spending a bit of extra time this morning in his workshop.
Almost finished with the prototype of the experimental weapon. If I ever actually complete my daylight armor, it will clearly need an advanced weapon system to equip to it. Equip.. Hm, didn't think of that, why didn't I think of that? No reason to build the weapons right onto the armor itself, make them detachable and exchangeable. Got to have adaptability, obviously. Hm. Wonder if I should make the system airtight? Would mean that humans can't use it, but that's fine, wasn't planning on marketing it anyways. It could go under water, then, though that could be risky. Water makes me nervous, anyways. Well, it would work for lakes and things, at least. Just not rivers. Rivers, with their.. flowing. Moving. They said you could never cross the same river twice. Philosophers. Hm. Well, wouldn't catch me crossing the same river once. No sir, wouldn't catch me dead. Dead, ha ha. Oh Astaron, you are such a card. Now where did I put that wrench?
Astaron retrieved his wrench, and tightened a bolt on the weapon.
Wonder if I should weld that in place? Can't have it rattling while the weapon's operating, it would shake the whole thing apart. Well, we'll try it this way, for now. Welding it might weaken it, anyways. Not that I think it should be receiving too much strain there... Of course, if I replaced this bit with...
And so, he became lost in his work again. So much for taking a break.
OOC Notes
(Allister Cordren, Astaron's Workshop, Anastor)
Allister made his down the street turning his bright eyes towards the festive decorations that lined even this side street. Few areas this close to the city center had escaped the decorators and merry makers and the fruit of their labors was somewhat lessened by the quiet of the street this early in the morning. Most were still sleeping, or were busying themselves in their own homes with preparations for the festival. Indeed, he supposed that he himself might be making use of his time in a similar manner, seeing as this was only the most joyous holiday for the Kingdom, and his attendance with the Royal Academy's party at the central square would be required. However, he was on more important business than simple merrymaking and celebrating the Royal Family's health. He was intent on preserving and securing that continued health, and the morning of the festival simply presented a convenient opportunity towards that end. Their would be less people about, and he would be much more likely to catch his quarry in the flesh and active, rather than having to leave a message or call on him publicly.
Not that he was embarrassed of course to be making such a call. But their was a certain stigma attached to these sorts of situations and it would be easier on the both of them to keep things private for now. Arriving finally at his destination, he noted the conspicuous lack of decorations on the workshops front, apart from those more hastily applied to it's store windows, before moving on. Clearly his neighbors were concerned about reputations living this nearby, even if this was a perfectly respectable workshop, and Allister was here for perfectly respectable business. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses back up the ridge of his nose and wrapped thrice on the door to Astaron's workshop, hoping that he might still be awake. It was after all still early in the morning and shade still covered the street, though the roofs of the houses across the way were now lit by sunlight.
Allister made his down the street turning his bright eyes towards the festive decorations that lined even this side street. Few areas this close to the city center had escaped the decorators and merry makers and the fruit of their labors was somewhat lessened by the quiet of the street this early in the morning. Most were still sleeping, or were busying themselves in their own homes with preparations for the festival. Indeed, he supposed that he himself might be making use of his time in a similar manner, seeing as this was only the most joyous holiday for the Kingdom, and his attendance with the Royal Academy's party at the central square would be required. However, he was on more important business than simple merrymaking and celebrating the Royal Family's health. He was intent on preserving and securing that continued health, and the morning of the festival simply presented a convenient opportunity towards that end. Their would be less people about, and he would be much more likely to catch his quarry in the flesh and active, rather than having to leave a message or call on him publicly.
Not that he was embarrassed of course to be making such a call. But their was a certain stigma attached to these sorts of situations and it would be easier on the both of them to keep things private for now. Arriving finally at his destination, he noted the conspicuous lack of decorations on the workshops front, apart from those more hastily applied to it's store windows, before moving on. Clearly his neighbors were concerned about reputations living this nearby, even if this was a perfectly respectable workshop, and Allister was here for perfectly respectable business. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses back up the ridge of his nose and wrapped thrice on the door to Astaron's workshop, hoping that he might still be awake. It was after all still early in the morning and shade still covered the street, though the roofs of the houses across the way were now lit by sunlight.
OOC Notes
(Steiner Germanicus, Machine Temple, Anastor)
Steiner looked up at the Fabricator Anastor. This man is the leader of the Techpriests of Anastor, and Steiner wondered why his superior wanted to see him. "Adept Germanicus, I require you to investigate the an outside machinist," the Fabricator said. "You have, but to speak his name and I will find him," Steiner replied. With a grave voice the Fabricator says, "You must find Engineer Astaron Gethalan." "Tesla's will be done,"Steiner says as he heads for the exit of the temple. As he leaves the temple he grabs a bag of slow burning coal. He knew this would keep him running for at least a couple of days.
Once outside he pulls the the hood of his red robes over his head. As he starts down the street realizes how accustomed to the sounds of the temple's machinery comforted him. He notices that his left arm is making a faint wheezing sound and he knows it will need lubricant. Perhaps he would ask the engineer to look at it for him. He manages to find the street where the engineer lived and quickly spots Minister Cordren in front of workshop.
Steiner looked up at the Fabricator Anastor. This man is the leader of the Techpriests of Anastor, and Steiner wondered why his superior wanted to see him. "Adept Germanicus, I require you to investigate the an outside machinist," the Fabricator said. "You have, but to speak his name and I will find him," Steiner replied. With a grave voice the Fabricator says, "You must find Engineer Astaron Gethalan." "Tesla's will be done,"Steiner says as he heads for the exit of the temple. As he leaves the temple he grabs a bag of slow burning coal. He knew this would keep him running for at least a couple of days.
Once outside he pulls the the hood of his red robes over his head. As he starts down the street realizes how accustomed to the sounds of the temple's machinery comforted him. He notices that his left arm is making a faint wheezing sound and he knows it will need lubricant. Perhaps he would ask the engineer to look at it for him. He manages to find the street where the engineer lived and quickly spots Minister Cordren in front of workshop.
OOC Notes
(Christopher St. Claire, Streets, Anastor)
The two figures sat by the side of the road. One was examining the parts they would need to acquire once they'd entered the city proper. For now they just sat on a bench right outside the gates. His hand quickly marked down his needs while his companion sat there with his chest open.
"3/18 millimeter crankshaft, 23 1/3 inch gears, 200 feet of 99 percent pure copper wire, three hundred razor blades."
The smaller of the two pulled out from under the robe revealing himself to be a young child. He quickly stuffed his shopping list into his pocket. Chris looked up to his brother. "Come along Malcolm, we must find a suitable store to do our shopping."
Chris knew what he'd have to do, he'd have to find either an engineer who could recognize the quality of his work and treat him as an equal, or unscrupulous dealers who would charge an arm and a leg for inferior merchandise. Sadly, the latter was much easier to find than the former. The engineers never took him seriously enough that they'd allow him to prove himself.
Chris headed into Anastor to find his parts.
His first stop had been a bust, the man of the machine cult he met with refused him access despite his myriad designs he could use to improve them. Not much of a surprise really. Nobody ever took the twelve year old seriously. He quickly found most of his shopping list, but no vendor was willing to sell so many blades to such a young child, and those he asked gave him strange looks as though wondering what horror a child could cook up with that much steel.
And worse, within this kingdom the back door dealers he was accustomed to dealing with seemed unwilling to meet with him.
With a sigh Christopher set off to hit the many machine shops he would need to visit before finding one that would hopefully allow him to prove his abilities.
All the while the seven foot man followed behind him, metal clanking with every step.
The two figures sat by the side of the road. One was examining the parts they would need to acquire once they'd entered the city proper. For now they just sat on a bench right outside the gates. His hand quickly marked down his needs while his companion sat there with his chest open.
"3/18 millimeter crankshaft, 23 1/3 inch gears, 200 feet of 99 percent pure copper wire, three hundred razor blades."
The smaller of the two pulled out from under the robe revealing himself to be a young child. He quickly stuffed his shopping list into his pocket. Chris looked up to his brother. "Come along Malcolm, we must find a suitable store to do our shopping."
Chris knew what he'd have to do, he'd have to find either an engineer who could recognize the quality of his work and treat him as an equal, or unscrupulous dealers who would charge an arm and a leg for inferior merchandise. Sadly, the latter was much easier to find than the former. The engineers never took him seriously enough that they'd allow him to prove himself.
Chris headed into Anastor to find his parts.
His first stop had been a bust, the man of the machine cult he met with refused him access despite his myriad designs he could use to improve them. Not much of a surprise really. Nobody ever took the twelve year old seriously. He quickly found most of his shopping list, but no vendor was willing to sell so many blades to such a young child, and those he asked gave him strange looks as though wondering what horror a child could cook up with that much steel.
And worse, within this kingdom the back door dealers he was accustomed to dealing with seemed unwilling to meet with him.
With a sigh Christopher set off to hit the many machine shops he would need to visit before finding one that would hopefully allow him to prove his abilities.
All the while the seven foot man followed behind him, metal clanking with every step.
OOC Notes
(Estelle, Carriage, Anastor)
This past week had been a long and tiring journey for the young Princess, traveling between two Kingdoms like a piece of luggage for the past ten years. Every six months, she was to stay with one of her parents. With a sigh, Estelle tugged one of her many fine hand-made quilts, it told a story of a swan falling in love with a star, closer to her chin, light brown eyes staring out the carriage window. The constant rain wasn't making her feel any lighter. A bad omen. Rain during heavy travel usually meant death was near or betrayal. The fair Princess is a strong believer in the signs, for her mother had taught her these things as a child. With a shift in her seat to get more comfortable, the girl sighed to herself breathing fog onto the window. She watched it as it grew before fading away. It reminded her of the life she lead; lonely, isolated and fragile. Was there no place to call home?
A shuffle near her broke the trance she was in and a sweet voice spoke out, "Lady Estelle, are you alright?" A meek being with wild pink hair looked at the girl with inquisitive blue eyes. The young hand-maiden, Ovet, was a gift from her mother in an attempt have her daughter socialize. The fairy seemed nice enough and was a strong believer in Cire, which wasn't a bad thing however Estelle wasn't always interested in hearing the tales of their Goddess. With a small smile, Estelle spoke, " I'm fine thank you. Just a little fatigued." With a gasp, Ovet flew into her bag and drew up some rations which consisted of cheese, bread, sweet cakes and red wine. With a gesture, Ovet proceeded to encourage Estelle to eat, "We're almost there but you do need your strength." Ovet had become like a mothering hen to the girl despite the lack of age difference between the two, and not wanting to disappoint the girl who seemed to care so much, Estelle bit into a sweet cake and forced a smile on her face. "Mmmm yum."
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(Estelle, Manor, Anastor)
"Here at least, your majesty." With a twitch of her wings, Ovet looked at Estelle and shook her head. The girl had fallen asleep after all despite her wishes to be awake when they made their destination. The carriage they were in slowly came to a halt before the Manor, it's drivers consisted of extremely smart dragons. One was purple, the other was green. Their wings had been tampered down to their sides due to the weather, yet that did not take away from the elegance of these creatures. One, the purple one had a bush of red hair on the top of it's head trailing down it's neck. The green one blinked its eyes at the people surrounding them, it was a rush to get them settled. The rain was beginning to let up, but they felt it was best to not allow the Princess be wet. A stable boy with sandy hair came rushing to the carriage as it strolled its way to the stables. He held up a big umbrella and waited for the door to open. When it did open, Ovet stepped out first and saw the boy trying not to be obvious with his curious glances. When she winked at him, sandy's face flushed scarlet and he looked a way. With a light chuckle, Ovet stepped to the side as the young Princess came out.
For a moment it was as if time stood still. People just stopped to stare at the girl, but they couldn't help it. This was the effect her Fae blood had on some humans which some would call a fatal attraction. With grace, the young girl stepped down from the carriage as the boy held the umbrella above her head. "Why thank you." She said with a quick nod of appreciation but the boy couldn't look her in the eye. He simply gulped and nodded vigorously as they proceeded to make their way to the manor. Ovet stayed behind to get make sure their luggage was moved to the room, and a proper dinner was made for the girl. Yet they did not know a snake was watching their every move.
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(Leila, Queen's quarters, Anastar)
Dark, intense eyes took in every ounce of this "girl." A tick proceeded to form over her left eyebrow as she watched this silver haired beauty enter the manor, her manor that is. Beautiful wasn't the right word to describe this girl, yet Leila knew not what else to call the girl. A fury of rage swept through her being as she snapped one of her favorite brushes, a wooden one which had a dragon's body as a handle craved in it, in half. Tilting her dark face down, Leila stared at the brush split between her hands. This girl will not do, something must be done, something fast. Her left hand slid opened her silk robe, the color of red wine, and eventually traced a path on her stomach. She stared out into the night, tilting her head to the side and smiled. Soon she will have a son, and then everything will be hers...
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(Estelle, Manor bedroom, Anastar)
The room was the as she last left it, with slight changes here and there. A canopy bed with fresh sheets in the center of the room, a bureau next to a closet containing her things (how they had managed to get these things in before her arrival she would never know), a rug on the floor telling the same story her quilt told rested in in of the bed, a vanity mirror against the wall across from her bed was spotless. They had been sure to clean up everything before her arrival. There was a closed door which lead to her private bathroom and a balcony over the garden. Ovet hadn't returned, she was possibly getting them food yet Estelle wasn't hungry. She was tired and the bed was calling out her name. Soon she was in the bed, fully clothed, without knowing how she got there and was asleep.
When the girl opened her eyes, she was in her bed yet not in her room. The area was complete darkness, and Estelle felt afraid. "O-ovet?" She called out meekly and waited yet got no reply. With a deep breath, Estelle decided it was best to move out of the bed. She did not like the feeling of impending doom she was getting yet when the silver haired girl did move, so did the darkness. With a shriek, Estelle moved to the center of the bed however it made no difference for soon the light had left her almost completely alone as the darkness gripped her legs. All attempts to struggle were wasted as it just continued to swallow her being, soon reaching her shoulders, a few tears escaped her as Estelle looked up. "Please... Cire, help me!" Was this usual? When near death, do all beings call out for their God or Goddess? Within an instant, a small star shown down on her, consuming her in light. "You are never truly alone my child... remember that." It called to her.
With a start the young girl jumped up, sweat pouring down her neck. A dream, it had only been a dream and yet it felt so... real. Looking around the room to assure herself, Estelle saw that there was no Ovet still despite the light pouring into her room. Picking herself up, Estelle felt it was best to bathe before going out to the garden even if Ovet wasn't here. Who knew where that fairy had run off too this early in the morning.
Yet by the time she had finished her bath, Ovet was there with a towel ready and clothes drawn out. "Perhaps it's best you eat before going to meet your father?" The bright maiden suggested while tying Estelle into her dress. It was a lovely dress, a light shade of green, trimmed with gold leaves around the waist, wrists and hem. Grabbing a light cloak with a hood, a dark green one at that, Ovet placed it around Estelle's shoulders, pulling her hair out to fall behind her. It was then she looked at the girl's face, "You look pale. Should you be walking around?" Placing a hand against Estelle's forehead, Ovet shook her head in disapproval, "Maybe it's best you see your father tomorrow?"
With a faint smile at the girl's mothering, Estelle shook her head, "I'll be fine. I promise." Despite Ovet's need to disagree, she knew that the Princess would have the last say so in her actions and with a sigh of defeat, the pink woman threw her hands up in the air. "Fine! But you have to eat something before leaving. Blessed Cire, your mother would have a fit if something happened to you." Laughter. Estelle was laughing slightly at Ovet's rant before agreeing, never had she heard this woman swear.
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(Estelle, Garden, Anastar)
The breeze nipped at her chest yet the sun's rays proved to be stronger and she welcomed them both. The garden had proven to be as pretty as ever, it was one of the Kingdom's pride and joy. Going on for acres with mazes, zoos, lakes, forests and a life of its own. Peace, that was how she felt when she was here. Walking towards one of her many favorite places in the garden, the swan lake. As she neared the edge, the girl swept her skirts beneath her and sat. If Ovet saw her now, she was sure the Fairy would have a fit. Smirking at the idea, Estelle took a pouch of food from within her cloak and proceeded to throw bread crumbs out into the lake. A young swan and her babies proceeded to swim nearby before decided it was safe to eat. Estelle watched them for a long time, waiting.
This past week had been a long and tiring journey for the young Princess, traveling between two Kingdoms like a piece of luggage for the past ten years. Every six months, she was to stay with one of her parents. With a sigh, Estelle tugged one of her many fine hand-made quilts, it told a story of a swan falling in love with a star, closer to her chin, light brown eyes staring out the carriage window. The constant rain wasn't making her feel any lighter. A bad omen. Rain during heavy travel usually meant death was near or betrayal. The fair Princess is a strong believer in the signs, for her mother had taught her these things as a child. With a shift in her seat to get more comfortable, the girl sighed to herself breathing fog onto the window. She watched it as it grew before fading away. It reminded her of the life she lead; lonely, isolated and fragile. Was there no place to call home?
A shuffle near her broke the trance she was in and a sweet voice spoke out, "Lady Estelle, are you alright?" A meek being with wild pink hair looked at the girl with inquisitive blue eyes. The young hand-maiden, Ovet, was a gift from her mother in an attempt have her daughter socialize. The fairy seemed nice enough and was a strong believer in Cire, which wasn't a bad thing however Estelle wasn't always interested in hearing the tales of their Goddess. With a small smile, Estelle spoke, " I'm fine thank you. Just a little fatigued." With a gasp, Ovet flew into her bag and drew up some rations which consisted of cheese, bread, sweet cakes and red wine. With a gesture, Ovet proceeded to encourage Estelle to eat, "We're almost there but you do need your strength." Ovet had become like a mothering hen to the girl despite the lack of age difference between the two, and not wanting to disappoint the girl who seemed to care so much, Estelle bit into a sweet cake and forced a smile on her face. "Mmmm yum."
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(Estelle, Manor, Anastor)
"Here at least, your majesty." With a twitch of her wings, Ovet looked at Estelle and shook her head. The girl had fallen asleep after all despite her wishes to be awake when they made their destination. The carriage they were in slowly came to a halt before the Manor, it's drivers consisted of extremely smart dragons. One was purple, the other was green. Their wings had been tampered down to their sides due to the weather, yet that did not take away from the elegance of these creatures. One, the purple one had a bush of red hair on the top of it's head trailing down it's neck. The green one blinked its eyes at the people surrounding them, it was a rush to get them settled. The rain was beginning to let up, but they felt it was best to not allow the Princess be wet. A stable boy with sandy hair came rushing to the carriage as it strolled its way to the stables. He held up a big umbrella and waited for the door to open. When it did open, Ovet stepped out first and saw the boy trying not to be obvious with his curious glances. When she winked at him, sandy's face flushed scarlet and he looked a way. With a light chuckle, Ovet stepped to the side as the young Princess came out.
For a moment it was as if time stood still. People just stopped to stare at the girl, but they couldn't help it. This was the effect her Fae blood had on some humans which some would call a fatal attraction. With grace, the young girl stepped down from the carriage as the boy held the umbrella above her head. "Why thank you." She said with a quick nod of appreciation but the boy couldn't look her in the eye. He simply gulped and nodded vigorously as they proceeded to make their way to the manor. Ovet stayed behind to get make sure their luggage was moved to the room, and a proper dinner was made for the girl. Yet they did not know a snake was watching their every move.
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(Leila, Queen's quarters, Anastar)
Dark, intense eyes took in every ounce of this "girl." A tick proceeded to form over her left eyebrow as she watched this silver haired beauty enter the manor, her manor that is. Beautiful wasn't the right word to describe this girl, yet Leila knew not what else to call the girl. A fury of rage swept through her being as she snapped one of her favorite brushes, a wooden one which had a dragon's body as a handle craved in it, in half. Tilting her dark face down, Leila stared at the brush split between her hands. This girl will not do, something must be done, something fast. Her left hand slid opened her silk robe, the color of red wine, and eventually traced a path on her stomach. She stared out into the night, tilting her head to the side and smiled. Soon she will have a son, and then everything will be hers...
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(Estelle, Manor bedroom, Anastar)
The room was the as she last left it, with slight changes here and there. A canopy bed with fresh sheets in the center of the room, a bureau next to a closet containing her things (how they had managed to get these things in before her arrival she would never know), a rug on the floor telling the same story her quilt told rested in in of the bed, a vanity mirror against the wall across from her bed was spotless. They had been sure to clean up everything before her arrival. There was a closed door which lead to her private bathroom and a balcony over the garden. Ovet hadn't returned, she was possibly getting them food yet Estelle wasn't hungry. She was tired and the bed was calling out her name. Soon she was in the bed, fully clothed, without knowing how she got there and was asleep.
When the girl opened her eyes, she was in her bed yet not in her room. The area was complete darkness, and Estelle felt afraid. "O-ovet?" She called out meekly and waited yet got no reply. With a deep breath, Estelle decided it was best to move out of the bed. She did not like the feeling of impending doom she was getting yet when the silver haired girl did move, so did the darkness. With a shriek, Estelle moved to the center of the bed however it made no difference for soon the light had left her almost completely alone as the darkness gripped her legs. All attempts to struggle were wasted as it just continued to swallow her being, soon reaching her shoulders, a few tears escaped her as Estelle looked up. "Please... Cire, help me!" Was this usual? When near death, do all beings call out for their God or Goddess? Within an instant, a small star shown down on her, consuming her in light. "You are never truly alone my child... remember that." It called to her.
With a start the young girl jumped up, sweat pouring down her neck. A dream, it had only been a dream and yet it felt so... real. Looking around the room to assure herself, Estelle saw that there was no Ovet still despite the light pouring into her room. Picking herself up, Estelle felt it was best to bathe before going out to the garden even if Ovet wasn't here. Who knew where that fairy had run off too this early in the morning.
Yet by the time she had finished her bath, Ovet was there with a towel ready and clothes drawn out. "Perhaps it's best you eat before going to meet your father?" The bright maiden suggested while tying Estelle into her dress. It was a lovely dress, a light shade of green, trimmed with gold leaves around the waist, wrists and hem. Grabbing a light cloak with a hood, a dark green one at that, Ovet placed it around Estelle's shoulders, pulling her hair out to fall behind her. It was then she looked at the girl's face, "You look pale. Should you be walking around?" Placing a hand against Estelle's forehead, Ovet shook her head in disapproval, "Maybe it's best you see your father tomorrow?"
With a faint smile at the girl's mothering, Estelle shook her head, "I'll be fine. I promise." Despite Ovet's need to disagree, she knew that the Princess would have the last say so in her actions and with a sigh of defeat, the pink woman threw her hands up in the air. "Fine! But you have to eat something before leaving. Blessed Cire, your mother would have a fit if something happened to you." Laughter. Estelle was laughing slightly at Ovet's rant before agreeing, never had she heard this woman swear.
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(Estelle, Garden, Anastar)
The breeze nipped at her chest yet the sun's rays proved to be stronger and she welcomed them both. The garden had proven to be as pretty as ever, it was one of the Kingdom's pride and joy. Going on for acres with mazes, zoos, lakes, forests and a life of its own. Peace, that was how she felt when she was here. Walking towards one of her many favorite places in the garden, the swan lake. As she neared the edge, the girl swept her skirts beneath her and sat. If Ovet saw her now, she was sure the Fairy would have a fit. Smirking at the idea, Estelle took a pouch of food from within her cloak and proceeded to throw bread crumbs out into the lake. A young swan and her babies proceeded to swim nearby before decided it was safe to eat. Estelle watched them for a long time, waiting.
OOC Notes
Allister waited patiently by the door when a distinctly mechanical gait and slight wheezing caught his attention, coming down the street towards him. He rounded, adjusting his glasses to see a member of the machine cult coming towards him, dressed in formal red robe and a tell tale trail of smoke emanating from his back. He was clearly headed this way and Allister put on his best smile waving at hm in the most pleasant sort of way. He didn't recognize the adept, but knew he had seen his face before, at some function or another at the King's court, a promising disciple of the Machine God. That thought strained Allister's smile a bit; he had mixed feelings about the Cult of Tesla. True they were a growing power here in the Kingdom, excellent engineers, manufacturers and even a source of charity for the less fortunate, but all of it was bound up in mysticism and superstition, a most irrational approach to the world of science and magic where Allister was concerned.
Moreover, they were truly loyal only to their faith and their God, something Allister regarded as a liability. True, they continued to support King Marcas and Anastor on this growing wave of scientific and technological revolution (particularly against those mired in the old ways of magic), but that support could only be trusted so far, and his opinion the King would do well to reign in the Machine Cult and bring it under more direct, royal authority. All that was politics for another time however, and he greeted Steiner now with a warm welcome, "Hail, Adept. What brings you to this workshop on this most auspicious day of festivities?" He said as the he approached.
Moreover, they were truly loyal only to their faith and their God, something Allister regarded as a liability. True, they continued to support King Marcas and Anastor on this growing wave of scientific and technological revolution (particularly against those mired in the old ways of magic), but that support could only be trusted so far, and his opinion the King would do well to reign in the Machine Cult and bring it under more direct, royal authority. All that was politics for another time however, and he greeted Steiner now with a warm welcome, "Hail, Adept. What brings you to this workshop on this most auspicious day of festivities?" He said as the he approached.
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(Sod-off Nobbs, Lord Rasten's Workshop, Anastor)
"Get out!! GET OUT!!" The noble's voice could be heard for blocks, though through the winding, airy streets of Anastor it wasn't too much of a feat. Out from the door the voice had burst from also flew what looked like a pile of rags with limbs, from the arms of a Very muscular body guard.
"Whut? Wha'd I do, milord?" The heap of rags asked. Were one to take time to get to know this entity, they would find his name to be Sod-off Nobbs.
"What did you do? What did you DO?!"
"Why'es, milord, that's what I asked, milord..."
The Lord Rasten looked down at him inquisitively, and although the thing's face was hard to read, he doubted Soddy to be capable neither of sarcasm nor impertinence. The noble blustered on "I asked you to build me a vehicle. I gave you everything you needed and more! I gave you workspace, shelter, food, and, although I doubt you used it, even a place to bathe! And you made me This?!" He gestured the the bodyguard, who dragged Sod-off back in to the workshop, away from the growing crowd. It being so near to festival time, everyone was looking for a show.
Inside the workshop, two things were immediately obvious at first sight. One, was the great amounts of quality of its tools and furniture, and the considerable amount of space and lighting; these traits were eclipsed, however, by what lay in the center of the room. Less than a meter cubed in volume, a mass of tubes, gears, valves, and levers, in a variety of materials meshed together, vibrated unstably and shot steam and smoke out of every orifice. It was welded firmly to the floor.
"You gave me... This. How did you even manage to make all the materials fit into such a small space?"
"Ah, funny story, there, milord, y'see-"
"I don't even want to know! What I do know, is that it's a pile of trash, you've cheated me out of half my savings, and now its stuck to my shop..." He trailed off as the vibrations noticeably increased, and an odd groaning sound came forth from the machine, rapidly growing in volume and urgency. Sod-off went pale. The body guard, on cue, grabbed his master and continued to drag Soddy as he rushed out the door.
A few blocks away, heads turned as the sound of a great explosion echoed through the streets, followed by a loud, painful, angry scream of "NOBBS!!!" They began to whisper among themselves when, quick as a flash, a figure partially in flames sped past and darted into an alley, leaving a smell so rank that many fled the street. An angry man in tattered clothes, followed by a small horde of goons, soon came after--gossips and spectators, too fascinated by the show to mind the stench, may have recognized him as Lord Rasten--following after their fiery, stinking prey.
"Get out!! GET OUT!!" The noble's voice could be heard for blocks, though through the winding, airy streets of Anastor it wasn't too much of a feat. Out from the door the voice had burst from also flew what looked like a pile of rags with limbs, from the arms of a Very muscular body guard.
"Whut? Wha'd I do, milord?" The heap of rags asked. Were one to take time to get to know this entity, they would find his name to be Sod-off Nobbs.
"What did you do? What did you DO?!"
"Why'es, milord, that's what I asked, milord..."
The Lord Rasten looked down at him inquisitively, and although the thing's face was hard to read, he doubted Soddy to be capable neither of sarcasm nor impertinence. The noble blustered on "I asked you to build me a vehicle. I gave you everything you needed and more! I gave you workspace, shelter, food, and, although I doubt you used it, even a place to bathe! And you made me This?!" He gestured the the bodyguard, who dragged Sod-off back in to the workshop, away from the growing crowd. It being so near to festival time, everyone was looking for a show.
Inside the workshop, two things were immediately obvious at first sight. One, was the great amounts of quality of its tools and furniture, and the considerable amount of space and lighting; these traits were eclipsed, however, by what lay in the center of the room. Less than a meter cubed in volume, a mass of tubes, gears, valves, and levers, in a variety of materials meshed together, vibrated unstably and shot steam and smoke out of every orifice. It was welded firmly to the floor.
"You gave me... This. How did you even manage to make all the materials fit into such a small space?"
"Ah, funny story, there, milord, y'see-"
"I don't even want to know! What I do know, is that it's a pile of trash, you've cheated me out of half my savings, and now its stuck to my shop..." He trailed off as the vibrations noticeably increased, and an odd groaning sound came forth from the machine, rapidly growing in volume and urgency. Sod-off went pale. The body guard, on cue, grabbed his master and continued to drag Soddy as he rushed out the door.
A few blocks away, heads turned as the sound of a great explosion echoed through the streets, followed by a loud, painful, angry scream of "NOBBS!!!" They began to whisper among themselves when, quick as a flash, a figure partially in flames sped past and darted into an alley, leaving a smell so rank that many fled the street. An angry man in tattered clothes, followed by a small horde of goons, soon came after--gossips and spectators, too fascinated by the show to mind the stench, may have recognized him as Lord Rasten--following after their fiery, stinking prey.
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(Christopher St. Claire, Streets, Anastor)
Chris was feeling vaguely disappointed. He'd walked for such a long time and had yet to find what he needed to finish refilling his stock of parts.
He had finally managed to find three shops that took him seriously when he presented himself as a skilled engineer, they had allowed him to pick up some work there and had paid him fair wages refilling a pouch that definitely needed filling.
The first shop had been run by a fat little man with hair the seemed to explode from every crevice of his body. Chris wasn't sure what he was except for being fairly certain he wasn't human. He like most others relied on either springs or steam to power his creations. Chris had shown him the power source that ran Malcolm's innards and even showed him how to recreate it, but the little man seemed incapable of grasping the concepts behind it. He was obviously far too close minded in his thoughts to mechanics.
The second shop had simply hired him outright for a few hours, the man running the shop was building a clockwork armor set to prove his prowess, and bring him business, sadly he'd run into too many problems. After an hour looking over the intricate mechanisms Chris had pointed out the small problem that was leading to the big problems that the engineer had trouble finding the source for. Since it was armor it obviously had to move, and when it did, several gears changed position preventing them from running the basic functions they were supposed to.
The third had been much simpler. He'd fixed a few small clockwork toys and even improved upon them in small ways. Chris smiled, young children deserved the very best they could get.
Chris sat on a bench with his tireless brother standing off to the side, he would really need to refill the reservoir of water that powered him later.
Chris sighed as he ate some of the food that venders had brought out for the festival.
Chris took a bite. Oh well, at least they know how to make a good biscuit, never had one filled with honey before.
Chris was feeling vaguely disappointed. He'd walked for such a long time and had yet to find what he needed to finish refilling his stock of parts.
He had finally managed to find three shops that took him seriously when he presented himself as a skilled engineer, they had allowed him to pick up some work there and had paid him fair wages refilling a pouch that definitely needed filling.
The first shop had been run by a fat little man with hair the seemed to explode from every crevice of his body. Chris wasn't sure what he was except for being fairly certain he wasn't human. He like most others relied on either springs or steam to power his creations. Chris had shown him the power source that ran Malcolm's innards and even showed him how to recreate it, but the little man seemed incapable of grasping the concepts behind it. He was obviously far too close minded in his thoughts to mechanics.
The second shop had simply hired him outright for a few hours, the man running the shop was building a clockwork armor set to prove his prowess, and bring him business, sadly he'd run into too many problems. After an hour looking over the intricate mechanisms Chris had pointed out the small problem that was leading to the big problems that the engineer had trouble finding the source for. Since it was armor it obviously had to move, and when it did, several gears changed position preventing them from running the basic functions they were supposed to.
The third had been much simpler. He'd fixed a few small clockwork toys and even improved upon them in small ways. Chris smiled, young children deserved the very best they could get.
Chris sat on a bench with his tireless brother standing off to the side, he would really need to refill the reservoir of water that powered him later.
Chris sighed as he ate some of the food that venders had brought out for the festival.
Chris took a bite. Oh well, at least they know how to make a good biscuit, never had one filled with honey before.
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(Steiner Germanicus ,Astaron's Workshop, Anastor)
"Minister Cordren, I am here on business for the Temple," Steiner replied not feeling the need to explain his exact orders to the King's servant. He remembered what one of the Temple's informants had told him that the man although grateful of the work that Tesla's followers did he believed that they should be under strict government supervision. Steiner was concerned about that occurrence for if it did come to pass he knew that their would be blood in the streets as the faithful fought to remain outside government control. But, that was a concern for another day. Making the symbol of the Machine God to the Minister he inquires, "What brings the Minister of Military Intelligence to this humble workshop on this most festive of days?"
While he awaits the Minister's response he pulls up the left sleeve of his robe revealing the black metal and various tools built into its forearm. with his other hand he begins to work on his arm and soon ends the wheezing sound.
"Minister Cordren, I am here on business for the Temple," Steiner replied not feeling the need to explain his exact orders to the King's servant. He remembered what one of the Temple's informants had told him that the man although grateful of the work that Tesla's followers did he believed that they should be under strict government supervision. Steiner was concerned about that occurrence for if it did come to pass he knew that their would be blood in the streets as the faithful fought to remain outside government control. But, that was a concern for another day. Making the symbol of the Machine God to the Minister he inquires, "What brings the Minister of Military Intelligence to this humble workshop on this most festive of days?"
While he awaits the Minister's response he pulls up the left sleeve of his robe revealing the black metal and various tools built into its forearm. with his other hand he begins to work on his arm and soon ends the wheezing sound.
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(Astaron Gethalan, Astaron's Workshop, Anastor)
Astaron put down his device and stretched his arms out. If he were alive, he would have yawned.
Ahh.. It's getting early out there.. The sun's probably getting fairly high up. People're noisy out, today, too.. Some kind of holy day, I suppose.
Astaron suppressed a small shiver at that thought, just a small one, though. Mere thoughts of holiness didn't bother him that much. He was just about to begin putting away his tools for the morning when someone knocked smartly on his door, three times.
Hmm.. Must be nearly eleven in the morning, possibly closer to noon. Who could be visiting at this ungodly.. at this blasted hour? Note to self - repair my clock. Hah, that's got to be about my fifteenth note to self about that clock. Accursed thing has a way of wearing down, over the centuries. Can't replace it, though - it's an antique. Old as time, that thing is. Hah hah. Old as time. Such a card, Astaron, such a card. One of my first creations, it was. Ah, yes, the door.
"One..." Astaron coughed. His mouth was a bit dry. Hm. He cleared his throat and tried again, "One moment! I'll be with you shortly, just cleaning up."
The workshop itself might be cluttered with inventions, but Astaron at least had the good manners and sense to tidy up his tools, each in its place.
After that was taken care of, he then stood carefully in a shadowy corner away from the door (his workshop had no windows) and pulled on a rope, which after running through a series of pulleys, opened the front door of his workshop.
He took in the appearance of his visitors, there appeared to be two of them.
One seemed to be very ornately dressed. Well, again, could be a holy day, could be official business, or the man could just be vain. Maybe it was all three.
The other appeared to be one of the so-called 'Techpriests' of this new machine cult religion. Astaron couldn't stand the lot, though he wouldn't admit it openly - that would be rude. It was just that the lot sounded like something out of science fiction, nothing that a respectable engineer should be getting involved with.
Ah well, the world does move on. Must stay with the times.
"Ahh, good morning, gentlemen," Astaron said, emphasis on the word 'morning', "How can I be of service to you today?"
Astaron carefully did not invite them inside, just to stay in practice. Never hurt to check, at least.
Astaron put down his device and stretched his arms out. If he were alive, he would have yawned.
Ahh.. It's getting early out there.. The sun's probably getting fairly high up. People're noisy out, today, too.. Some kind of holy day, I suppose.
Astaron suppressed a small shiver at that thought, just a small one, though. Mere thoughts of holiness didn't bother him that much. He was just about to begin putting away his tools for the morning when someone knocked smartly on his door, three times.
Hmm.. Must be nearly eleven in the morning, possibly closer to noon. Who could be visiting at this ungodly.. at this blasted hour? Note to self - repair my clock. Hah, that's got to be about my fifteenth note to self about that clock. Accursed thing has a way of wearing down, over the centuries. Can't replace it, though - it's an antique. Old as time, that thing is. Hah hah. Old as time. Such a card, Astaron, such a card. One of my first creations, it was. Ah, yes, the door.
"One..." Astaron coughed. His mouth was a bit dry. Hm. He cleared his throat and tried again, "One moment! I'll be with you shortly, just cleaning up."
The workshop itself might be cluttered with inventions, but Astaron at least had the good manners and sense to tidy up his tools, each in its place.
After that was taken care of, he then stood carefully in a shadowy corner away from the door (his workshop had no windows) and pulled on a rope, which after running through a series of pulleys, opened the front door of his workshop.
He took in the appearance of his visitors, there appeared to be two of them.
One seemed to be very ornately dressed. Well, again, could be a holy day, could be official business, or the man could just be vain. Maybe it was all three.
The other appeared to be one of the so-called 'Techpriests' of this new machine cult religion. Astaron couldn't stand the lot, though he wouldn't admit it openly - that would be rude. It was just that the lot sounded like something out of science fiction, nothing that a respectable engineer should be getting involved with.
Ah well, the world does move on. Must stay with the times.
"Ahh, good morning, gentlemen," Astaron said, emphasis on the word 'morning', "How can I be of service to you today?"
Astaron carefully did not invite them inside, just to stay in practice. Never hurt to check, at least.
OOC Notes
Allister arched an eyebrow at the Tech-Priest's response, though his smile remained pleasant enough. He wasn't sure if the man could have offered a more vague answer, if he were anywhere at all, it could be assumed that he was on 'business' for the temple, and the obvious implication was that he did not consider the Temple's business to be any of Allister's. He was tempted to remark as to the Temple's authority to conduct any sort of business beyond it's hallowed grounds without the permission and oversight of the merchant's guild or royal authorization, but such a response would surely only breed further indignation in the tech priest. "Curiosity actually, and convenience. I have been active in some research into local engineers and inventors who's work might warrant some examination or accolade from the Royal Academy." As proud as he was as of his position, he was not here on official business, and was always careful as to how his actions might reflect on the king.
He as about to ask the Tech Priest his particular name when the door opened, and the shop owner greeted them. "Yes, Mr. Astaron I believe it is? My name is Allister Cordren, I'm a dean at the Royal Academy of Sciences, and wanted to discuss some of your work with you. Perhaps you would be more comfortable discussing it inside?" He was well aware of the hour and the Engineer's condition, but made no sign of it.
He as about to ask the Tech Priest his particular name when the door opened, and the shop owner greeted them. "Yes, Mr. Astaron I believe it is? My name is Allister Cordren, I'm a dean at the Royal Academy of Sciences, and wanted to discuss some of your work with you. Perhaps you would be more comfortable discussing it inside?" He was well aware of the hour and the Engineer's condition, but made no sign of it.
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Ah, how delight it is being a tree . . . the wind is swaying gently, the sunlight is gleaming down on my luscious leafs, and positive thoughts are being emanated from all the nearby life. Days like these make you wonder what Retha would be like without all these blasted humanoids and their newfangled 'technology'. thought The Elder Tree, relaxing in the midday sun, flexing his branches in the wind. So peaceful--days like these were days when he could just kick back and spy on people. He liked to invade their thoughts and see what they were thinking--and what he saw he usually didn't like. All these young-ins running around these days . . . they need to learn some culture and manners!
Amidst his joy, The Elder Tree suddenly felt an anxious young fairy-human hybrid walk into the forest. Mm . . . fairies were one of the few species The Elder Tree still held the up-most respect for, mainly because they hated technology as much as much as he did. Well, let's see what this little creature is up to, eh? thought The Elder Tree as he began to figure out she was the princess. Hm . . . makes sense. The princess started to sit down at the edge of a lake; when she was situated comfortably, she grabbed a bag of food and began to throw pieces of bread at a reluctant family of swans. This seemed to relax her a bit, but not for long, as her thoughts were invaded with The Elder Tree's speak: "Why hello there, young maiden. What seems to be troubling you?"
Amidst his joy, The Elder Tree suddenly felt an anxious young fairy-human hybrid walk into the forest. Mm . . . fairies were one of the few species The Elder Tree still held the up-most respect for, mainly because they hated technology as much as much as he did. Well, let's see what this little creature is up to, eh? thought The Elder Tree as he began to figure out she was the princess. Hm . . . makes sense. The princess started to sit down at the edge of a lake; when she was situated comfortably, she grabbed a bag of food and began to throw pieces of bread at a reluctant family of swans. This seemed to relax her a bit, but not for long, as her thoughts were invaded with The Elder Tree's speak: "Why hello there, young maiden. What seems to be troubling you?"
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(Christopher St. Claire, Streets, Anastor)
Chris stared out at the busy streets as he ate his biscuit. None of the shops or engineers had what he needed, at this rate he supposed he'd just have to bite the bullet and special order the razor blades, but that would no doubt cost an arm and a leg, and if he was talking to the wrong person that price might become a little too literal for his tastes. God knows what that gnome had done with his toe after he accepted the price.
The thought made Chris a bit queasy.
He looked down at the list he'd made of addresses and names, first was Edmund Talbot, a skilled blacksmith and engineer, the last name, right after Edmund was Astaron Gethalan, a vampire with a formidable reputation of his own. Still, Chris hoped to avoid that little meeting, the few vampires he'd met had been almost savage, unfortunately with their intelligence it had been hard to escaped unscathed. Still Chris supposed that the reason he only ever met savage vampires looking for a quick meal were because ever since the gnome got his toe he'd avoided races with more interesting appetites.
Chris stopped at a store front asking for directions to Edmund's. Soon he and his silent guardian began to move diligently through the streets.
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Chris stared as his hopes were dashed. The woman in the bright red bonnet who'd answered the door had revealed that Edmund Talbot had died two days ago in his sleep.
Chris sighed as he asked for directions to Astaron's workshop, using the address from his paper she pointed him in the right direction.
Chris sighed again as Madam Mera sent him on his way.
The boy began the long trek back the way he came.
Chris stared out at the busy streets as he ate his biscuit. None of the shops or engineers had what he needed, at this rate he supposed he'd just have to bite the bullet and special order the razor blades, but that would no doubt cost an arm and a leg, and if he was talking to the wrong person that price might become a little too literal for his tastes. God knows what that gnome had done with his toe after he accepted the price.
The thought made Chris a bit queasy.
He looked down at the list he'd made of addresses and names, first was Edmund Talbot, a skilled blacksmith and engineer, the last name, right after Edmund was Astaron Gethalan, a vampire with a formidable reputation of his own. Still, Chris hoped to avoid that little meeting, the few vampires he'd met had been almost savage, unfortunately with their intelligence it had been hard to escaped unscathed. Still Chris supposed that the reason he only ever met savage vampires looking for a quick meal were because ever since the gnome got his toe he'd avoided races with more interesting appetites.
Chris stopped at a store front asking for directions to Edmund's. Soon he and his silent guardian began to move diligently through the streets.
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Chris stared as his hopes were dashed. The woman in the bright red bonnet who'd answered the door had revealed that Edmund Talbot had died two days ago in his sleep.
Chris sighed as he asked for directions to Astaron's workshop, using the address from his paper she pointed him in the right direction.
Chris sighed again as Madam Mera sent him on his way.
The boy began the long trek back the way he came.
OOC Notes
Steiner could not suppress a smile at the minister's response. He knew that his vague answer had irritated the man, but his reaction was worthy of praise and his answer to the Techpriest appeared honest. As a reward for this behavior Steiner decides to tell him the "business" he was on. "Then we are here for similar reasons," he tells the man. Continuing he say, "I'm here to seek permission to examine and archive these works."
As the door opens he makes a quick examination of the engineer before him. He notices the man's tired expression and realizes that man probably was not the best word for him. After all if the temples archives are accurate, and they usually are, he is in reality a vampire, Steiner thinks. He waits until the minster finishes speaking before addressing the engineer himself, "I am Adept Steiner Germanicus, I like the minister have things to discuss with you."
As the door opens he makes a quick examination of the engineer before him. He notices the man's tired expression and realizes that man probably was not the best word for him. After all if the temples archives are accurate, and they usually are, he is in reality a vampire, Steiner thinks. He waits until the minster finishes speaking before addressing the engineer himself, "I am Adept Steiner Germanicus, I like the minister have things to discuss with you."
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Ysabel has always boasted her calm demeanor in almost any situation she ever came across, ranging from death in her family to the malicious approaches of quite undesirable men. This was one situation, however, where her cool appeared to be lost. The demon king was in the same palace as her, had walked the same floors as her, and would eat in the same room with her. Needless to say, her aforementioned calm demeanor was in shambles. Being a pious follower of the Goddess, the mere thought of being in the presence of the man who has headed the technological revolution made her blood run cold in her small veins.
But even though this one thing would have made her lose it completely, another event had just recently occurred that completely shoved her off the edge, leaving her flailing as the death-bringing wind whipped through her colorful hair. She was in the Princess's chambers, holding a blasphemous letter in her hand...a letter written by her dear sister, Charmaine. Rage tingled in her fingers as she re-read the words sprawling across the page in fanciful cursive. One phrase paragraph kept reverberating throughout Ysabel's mind-Ysabel, I'm sick us not talking. We need to settle this. Please, come to the King's court, where we can settle this. I just need you to understand.
HA. Charmaine expected Ysabel to UNDERSTAND why she had left the beauty of the Goddess for the hard lines and gears of the King's court? That was so not going to happen. Letting the letter fall from her shaking hands, Ysabel returned to the balcony, where she had been standing before a servant had brought in the letter. Below her resided a tranquil garden full of beautiful flowers of purple and pink and yellow and red...Ysabel allowed herself to get lost momentarily in their beauty. It wasn't often you saw a sight like this--all of the different colors contrasting, yet somehow blending without fuss.
She sighed after a few minutes. It was time to find Estelle. The girl had been waiting for her father, and it always upset her to talk to the heathen. Or maybe Ysabel was trying to find something that could take her mind off her sister.. Either way, she left the room as she tied up her hair with a bow she found on the floor without another glance back to the garden, intent upon finding something to take her mind off her dysfunctional family.
But even though this one thing would have made her lose it completely, another event had just recently occurred that completely shoved her off the edge, leaving her flailing as the death-bringing wind whipped through her colorful hair. She was in the Princess's chambers, holding a blasphemous letter in her hand...a letter written by her dear sister, Charmaine. Rage tingled in her fingers as she re-read the words sprawling across the page in fanciful cursive. One phrase paragraph kept reverberating throughout Ysabel's mind-Ysabel, I'm sick us not talking. We need to settle this. Please, come to the King's court, where we can settle this. I just need you to understand.
HA. Charmaine expected Ysabel to UNDERSTAND why she had left the beauty of the Goddess for the hard lines and gears of the King's court? That was so not going to happen. Letting the letter fall from her shaking hands, Ysabel returned to the balcony, where she had been standing before a servant had brought in the letter. Below her resided a tranquil garden full of beautiful flowers of purple and pink and yellow and red...Ysabel allowed herself to get lost momentarily in their beauty. It wasn't often you saw a sight like this--all of the different colors contrasting, yet somehow blending without fuss.
She sighed after a few minutes. It was time to find Estelle. The girl had been waiting for her father, and it always upset her to talk to the heathen. Or maybe Ysabel was trying to find something that could take her mind off her sister.. Either way, she left the room as she tied up her hair with a bow she found on the floor without another glance back to the garden, intent upon finding something to take her mind off her dysfunctional family.
OOC Notes
(Gabranth, Royal Manor Lower Levels, Anastor)
Gabranth, captain of the king's royal guard and a truly mysterious man. Few knew anything about him at all besides that he was somehow one of the best of the best in the Anastor Miilitary and that he frequently vanished while off conducting his own business. Now was one of those times.
Deep underneath the king's Royal Manor was a network of tunnels. Originally they were meant as an emergency escape route if the manor was attacked, but Gabranth had secretly had them expanded behind the king's back and now used them as his personal chambers.
"Is it ready?" Emerging from the shadows was the armored figure himself, sword sheathed at his right hip and arms crossed.
"The fiend is still unstable," responded an unseen voice, deep and menacing. "However, she is capable of giving birth to lesser fiends now." Gabranth tilted his head and took several more steps forward. A light went on in front of him and he could barely see the front of a massive cage. There was something growling and stirring at the opposite end, but as of yet it hadn't emerged from the darkness.
"She's also becoming more responsive to commands. Soon she'll be ready to release... and then I'll be free as well. Correct, my lord?"
"We'll see how she fares first... If she does well then I'll look into reopening the Void for you. Until then, prepare her for the test." Gabranth let his arms fall and took a step back.
"Ah, but first, open the cage. I want to gauge her power myself." After a few moments of silence, the front of the cage slowly began rising up, disappearing into the endless shadows above. The growling at the end of the cage became louder now, more menacing than before.
"Come now, don't be afraid," Gabranth said, stretching out one palm towards the darkness. "I just want a taste of your strength." Tendrils of violet energy suddenly exploded forth from Gabranth's fingers and palm and soared out into the darkness. A powerful roar of pain echoed out, and suddenly a great figure was rushing forward towards Gabranth from the opposite end of the cage. The strange chain of energy flowing out from Gabranth's hand seemed to be shortening, being pushed back into his hand. Gabranth reached out with his other hand and another similar stream shot forth, an unholy screeching emerging from the cage as it connected with its target.
"A little more... and you're power will be mine!"
Then, suddenly, there was silence.
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Gabranth, captain of the king's royal guard and a truly mysterious man. Few knew anything about him at all besides that he was somehow one of the best of the best in the Anastor Miilitary and that he frequently vanished while off conducting his own business. Now was one of those times.
Deep underneath the king's Royal Manor was a network of tunnels. Originally they were meant as an emergency escape route if the manor was attacked, but Gabranth had secretly had them expanded behind the king's back and now used them as his personal chambers.
"Is it ready?" Emerging from the shadows was the armored figure himself, sword sheathed at his right hip and arms crossed.
"The fiend is still unstable," responded an unseen voice, deep and menacing. "However, she is capable of giving birth to lesser fiends now." Gabranth tilted his head and took several more steps forward. A light went on in front of him and he could barely see the front of a massive cage. There was something growling and stirring at the opposite end, but as of yet it hadn't emerged from the darkness.
"She's also becoming more responsive to commands. Soon she'll be ready to release... and then I'll be free as well. Correct, my lord?"
"We'll see how she fares first... If she does well then I'll look into reopening the Void for you. Until then, prepare her for the test." Gabranth let his arms fall and took a step back.
"Ah, but first, open the cage. I want to gauge her power myself." After a few moments of silence, the front of the cage slowly began rising up, disappearing into the endless shadows above. The growling at the end of the cage became louder now, more menacing than before.
"Come now, don't be afraid," Gabranth said, stretching out one palm towards the darkness. "I just want a taste of your strength." Tendrils of violet energy suddenly exploded forth from Gabranth's fingers and palm and soared out into the darkness. A powerful roar of pain echoed out, and suddenly a great figure was rushing forward towards Gabranth from the opposite end of the cage. The strange chain of energy flowing out from Gabranth's hand seemed to be shortening, being pushed back into his hand. Gabranth reached out with his other hand and another similar stream shot forth, an unholy screeching emerging from the cage as it connected with its target.
"A little more... and you're power will be mine!"
Then, suddenly, there was silence.
~~~
OOC Notes
(Sod-off, Streets, Anastor)
Never had Sod-off felt more at home than in Anastor. The windy, twisting knot of passages, alleys, stairs and bridges, homes and hideouts were more suited for him than anywhere else in the world, he was certain. Soddy had always been the curious sort, and all the technologies left lying around gave him a constant show and resource for his imaginings, while the vast network of escape routes, dry shelters, and bountiful trash heaps kept him safe and, well, not healthy, but a more healthful state than one Sod-off Nobbs had before thought himself capable of achieving. He had on his hand something entirely new: spare time--for now that food was readily available and sleeping places were easily procured, he could easily take time to watch through workshop windows, see a crane in action, and draw up his own musings, if he had suitable materials for it (however crude). His favorite alleys (the ones safe from the rain) were covered in sketches, lovely and meticulously drawn out fully and with great detail--even labeled, though as his vocabulary and spelling were hardly the best, the labels, like "sproingy thing", "Bumpy circel #5," and "orngeish metale string" were more for his own benefit.
This all needed to be explained, you see, because Anastor was the only place Sod-off could do what he was doing now. A half a block away, down-wind, he was quietly tailing the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. The boys, one rather short though the other around seven feet tall, never seemed to leave each other; after watching for quite some time, Soddy wasn't completely sure that the tall one was a boy at all, or if it was simply a life-like golem. Regardless of what he was, he was the reason Sod-off took the time to follow them most of the afternoon. He'd probably have given anything, if he had anything worth giving, to see what was under that cloak again. It was fascinating... Energy from water. Another alleyway's worth of ideas flashed through his head, and he froze--the wind briefly changed direction--before correcting his approach to make sure his smell didn't scare away his quarry. The pair then quickly turning right and down a small and private flight of stairs. He followed slowed after, but suddenly the wind picked up, and the cloak billowed briefly, revealing metal. In his excitement, Sod-off raced forward to catch a glimpse and tripped on his loose and ragged jacket. Wide-eyed in fright, he tumbled his way noisily down the stairs while bouncing into the crates other debris on either side--speeding right toward the two boys.
Never had Sod-off felt more at home than in Anastor. The windy, twisting knot of passages, alleys, stairs and bridges, homes and hideouts were more suited for him than anywhere else in the world, he was certain. Soddy had always been the curious sort, and all the technologies left lying around gave him a constant show and resource for his imaginings, while the vast network of escape routes, dry shelters, and bountiful trash heaps kept him safe and, well, not healthy, but a more healthful state than one Sod-off Nobbs had before thought himself capable of achieving. He had on his hand something entirely new: spare time--for now that food was readily available and sleeping places were easily procured, he could easily take time to watch through workshop windows, see a crane in action, and draw up his own musings, if he had suitable materials for it (however crude). His favorite alleys (the ones safe from the rain) were covered in sketches, lovely and meticulously drawn out fully and with great detail--even labeled, though as his vocabulary and spelling were hardly the best, the labels, like "sproingy thing", "Bumpy circel #5," and "orngeish metale string" were more for his own benefit.
This all needed to be explained, you see, because Anastor was the only place Sod-off could do what he was doing now. A half a block away, down-wind, he was quietly tailing the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. The boys, one rather short though the other around seven feet tall, never seemed to leave each other; after watching for quite some time, Soddy wasn't completely sure that the tall one was a boy at all, or if it was simply a life-like golem. Regardless of what he was, he was the reason Sod-off took the time to follow them most of the afternoon. He'd probably have given anything, if he had anything worth giving, to see what was under that cloak again. It was fascinating... Energy from water. Another alleyway's worth of ideas flashed through his head, and he froze--the wind briefly changed direction--before correcting his approach to make sure his smell didn't scare away his quarry. The pair then quickly turning right and down a small and private flight of stairs. He followed slowed after, but suddenly the wind picked up, and the cloak billowed briefly, revealing metal. In his excitement, Sod-off raced forward to catch a glimpse and tripped on his loose and ragged jacket. Wide-eyed in fright, he tumbled his way noisily down the stairs while bouncing into the crates other debris on either side--speeding right toward the two boys.
OOC Notes
(Christopher St. Claire, Streets, Anastor)
Chris whirled around as Malcolm quickly moved between him and the disturbance. "Malcolm capture!" Chris barked out.
His metallic confidante sprang over the crates blocking his escape as Chris moved forwards to face him. The boy examined him from head to toe, his clothes were, well, mostly an eclectic collection of rags and pockets that bulged with items. His face had a seemingly reptilian look but his skin tone was much that as a man, plus there was the large bulge on the side of his neck that seemed to pulse, and that smell, Chris silently thanked his days working with pungent chemicals, he had no doubt that if the bulk of his sense of smell still existed he'd already be at the side of the road.
The man looked seemingly afraid. "Um, hi? Who are you?"
Chris whirled around as Malcolm quickly moved between him and the disturbance. "Malcolm capture!" Chris barked out.
His metallic confidante sprang over the crates blocking his escape as Chris moved forwards to face him. The boy examined him from head to toe, his clothes were, well, mostly an eclectic collection of rags and pockets that bulged with items. His face had a seemingly reptilian look but his skin tone was much that as a man, plus there was the large bulge on the side of his neck that seemed to pulse, and that smell, Chris silently thanked his days working with pungent chemicals, he had no doubt that if the bulk of his sense of smell still existed he'd already be at the side of the road.
The man looked seemingly afraid. "Um, hi? Who are you?"
OOC Notes
(Astaron Gethalan, Astaron's Workshop, Anastor) ((Sorry if this post is a little clumsy.))
Astaron examined the two men at the entrance of his workshop from the depths of the shadows inside whilst listening to their introductions.
"Hmm. Allister Cordren, I've.... heard of you. 'Adept' Steiner, however, I.... have not. I would.... prefer it if you two gentlemen would... be so kind as to come around to the side... entrance. That is where my office... is located, and it is not so cluttered in... there. Is that acceptable?"
If the two of them agree to this, Astaron will proceed to close the door and slide all of its bolts into place, activate the workshops security measures for the day, and then make his way to his side office.
Astarons side office is separated from his workshop by a door. He likes to have a place where he can meet with people without having all of his inventions on display.
After entering his office, Astaron would close the door behind himself, sit down behind his desk, and pull on another cord to open the door to the street.
Astaron examined the two men at the entrance of his workshop from the depths of the shadows inside whilst listening to their introductions.
"Hmm. Allister Cordren, I've.... heard of you. 'Adept' Steiner, however, I.... have not. I would.... prefer it if you two gentlemen would... be so kind as to come around to the side... entrance. That is where my office... is located, and it is not so cluttered in... there. Is that acceptable?"
If the two of them agree to this, Astaron will proceed to close the door and slide all of its bolts into place, activate the workshops security measures for the day, and then make his way to his side office.
Astarons side office is separated from his workshop by a door. He likes to have a place where he can meet with people without having all of his inventions on display.
After entering his office, Astaron would close the door behind himself, sit down behind his desk, and pull on another cord to open the door to the street.
OOC Notes
(Sod-off, Streets, Anastor)
Sod-off looked back and forth rapidly between the boy who addressed him and the Goliath blocking his only way out; his face switching between embarrassment and wonderment with the same rapidity.
"N-Nobbs, sir; S.O. Nobbs! I don't mean any trouble..." he continued to stare at Malcolm. "H-Hey... your golem uses that that sparky stuff! How do you keep i- Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't really be bothering you, sir..." His voice was doing somersaults in panic and inescapable awe; somehow, the mechanic in him could shine through in every situation. "Y'see, I can't help it, is all, sir; amazing design, solid build. Just look the piecewor..kah! I really should be off, though, y'know..." He shuffled half-heartedly, not sure where to turn to escape the small stairway.
Sod-off looked back and forth rapidly between the boy who addressed him and the Goliath blocking his only way out; his face switching between embarrassment and wonderment with the same rapidity.
"N-Nobbs, sir; S.O. Nobbs! I don't mean any trouble..." he continued to stare at Malcolm. "H-Hey... your golem uses that that sparky stuff! How do you keep i- Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't really be bothering you, sir..." His voice was doing somersaults in panic and inescapable awe; somehow, the mechanic in him could shine through in every situation. "Y'see, I can't help it, is all, sir; amazing design, solid build. Just look the piecewor..kah! I really should be off, though, y'know..." He shuffled half-heartedly, not sure where to turn to escape the small stairway.
OOC Notes
(Christopher St. Claire, Streets, Anastor)
Chris blinked. He must have seen it when he was adding water, it was the only time the St. Clairium field generator was visible. And he understood what it was without being explained, he must be absolutely brilliant! "Wait, you're a mechanic? Yes, do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone who takes me seriously?" Chris dragged Nobbs over to Malcolm and opened his back after moving the cloak. The coils that arced with power gave light to the endeavor as he warned Nobbs not to touch them. He started pointing various mechanisms out and explaining their functions. "See the water turns these gears and produces the St. Clairium energy, that's what I call it anyways, that water is recycled continuously it steams up and rebuilds in this reservoir here we keep losing some every time though so the main reservoir feeds a little water into at a time. The bulk of the water is here, it goes through the Claire Coils and turns into this most wondrous gas that burns, it's a great fuel. The fumes left over from that get piped through this filter leaving an oily residue, water enters it and that lubricates the whole system! I only have to refuel him every two months or so, it's fantastic!"
Chris was practically bouncing with enthusiasm, finding someone who took his work seriously was rare, but when he was another engineer it was fantastic.
He ordered Malcolm to turn around and opened his chest. "And in here I've got a whole bloody work shop, normal tools, precision tools, tools of my own design for maintaining the St. Claire Apparatus the whole kit'n'kaboodle. Not to mention," he unfolded the table, "My own private workbench for my personal convenience, so whatcha think of him?"
Chris blinked. He must have seen it when he was adding water, it was the only time the St. Clairium field generator was visible. And he understood what it was without being explained, he must be absolutely brilliant! "Wait, you're a mechanic? Yes, do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone who takes me seriously?" Chris dragged Nobbs over to Malcolm and opened his back after moving the cloak. The coils that arced with power gave light to the endeavor as he warned Nobbs not to touch them. He started pointing various mechanisms out and explaining their functions. "See the water turns these gears and produces the St. Clairium energy, that's what I call it anyways, that water is recycled continuously it steams up and rebuilds in this reservoir here we keep losing some every time though so the main reservoir feeds a little water into at a time. The bulk of the water is here, it goes through the Claire Coils and turns into this most wondrous gas that burns, it's a great fuel. The fumes left over from that get piped through this filter leaving an oily residue, water enters it and that lubricates the whole system! I only have to refuel him every two months or so, it's fantastic!"
Chris was practically bouncing with enthusiasm, finding someone who took his work seriously was rare, but when he was another engineer it was fantastic.
He ordered Malcolm to turn around and opened his chest. "And in here I've got a whole bloody work shop, normal tools, precision tools, tools of my own design for maintaining the St. Claire Apparatus the whole kit'n'kaboodle. Not to mention," he unfolded the table, "My own private workbench for my personal convenience, so whatcha think of him?"
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Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
thanks, it should only take a coupleof days, it already seems to be going down.
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MidnightFlight: I would go and do a round of PMs to see who's still on board and paying attention. I don't want to move forward until we know who all is still here, after everyone drifted off somewhere.
Hal_Wannabe: Like I said, I don't want to move forward just yet; but if you're still out while things pick up I'll manage him.
Hal_Wannabe: Like I said, I don't want to move forward just yet; but if you're still out while things pick up I'll manage him.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
diem could you handle Chris for a couple of days?
Fingers coverede in poison ivy orf something
hard to type
Fingers coverede in poison ivy orf something
hard to type
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
I've been absent for a while but now I'm back... hopefully the RP isn't dead. xD Ummm, let's see. We lost Kama, so I need someone to fill in for the healer that will eventually cure the King of the poison... whenever he is poisoned. I'll be making my post soon of the king joining the festival.
If anyone wants to fill in as a healer, basically a group of however many people is supposed to search the lands near the kingdom for a healer who can cure the king. It was planned that the healer would be found in a dangerous cave... you know, adventure and all that, but Its not set in stone. If you have any ideas, feel free to announce them.
If anyone wants to fill in as a healer, basically a group of however many people is supposed to search the lands near the kingdom for a healer who can cure the king. It was planned that the healer would be found in a dangerous cave... you know, adventure and all that, but Its not set in stone. If you have any ideas, feel free to announce them.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
I'll help out, but you're gonna have to help me out, I just exhausted my entire combat capability in one post.
Too bad I don't keep a squirrel on me.
Too bad I don't keep a squirrel on me.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
I can't say that'd be enough of a commotion... But it's a start, yeah? Help me out, let's start a fray worth getting other characters involved :D
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
Considering I've been sitting here waiting on you, I'd say liven it up.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
OKAY I'll try to post by tonight or tomorrow. Hopefully my internet should be fixed by then. =3
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
I've posted. I said I would be at the fair, but I have to wait on Myrin to post before we actually arrive at the fair.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
I am so, so, sorry. I got really busy all of the sudden, but I'm going to make my post right after I post here.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
Alright then, I'll take us out of it tomorrow. In the mean time, I sleep.
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Yeah... I'm stumped. I don't know where to go from there. Maybe after events start up with the festival we'll have more direction, but I just can't think of anything to do.
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Hey Nobbs, don't forget you're there too, I'm waiting for you to put in your two cents.
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
Yeah... so I kind of lost stable internets. << I made a short post tho D:
Re: [OOC] Retha: Machines and Magic
Just in case you guys are wondering what's going on in the roleplay, I'm waiting on a couple people before I can post again. My next post will be me arriving at the festival.
