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located in Lunalake Island, a part of The Imagiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lunalake Island

A large island and major hub, Lunalake City is here, along with a few fishing towns situated around the river and lake. In the middle of the lake is a strange clock tower where the governor lives. No one knows why he lives there, he just... does.


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Character Portrait: Adam Skelecoot ((Roleplay Creator)) Character Portrait: John Skelecoot Character Portrait: Max the Robloxian Character Portrait: Jack "The Ducky Boy" Quackers Character Portrait: Fancy Pants Character Portrait: Skitters Character Portrait: Sir Betelgeuse Grimms Character Portrait: Vragi Odd
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Through a tear in space, the S.S. Victoria emerged, barely missing a strange small moon with a hole in its side that poured out a stream of water down into a cloudy mass, the vessel experiencing some turbulence. It was as if the vessel was pulled down into the flow, entering into an unknown atmosphere, engulfed and blinded by dark clouds on all sides. Piercing through it the vessel descended, the deeper they went, the brighter it became. Finally piercing the veil of clouds a bright flash of light went through all the windows, Basalah shielding her eyes from the brightness. The shaking finally abated, and a vibrant world opened up before the crew, a world unlike a typical planet, composed of islands adrift around a dark misty core, a massive white tree growing out from the depths holding some of them in its branches. Following the lunar waterfall the vessel was being carried towards one of the biggest upper islands, with a large lake in the middle of it fed by the water that they were apparently being carried by.

It became clear the closer they got that this island was inhabited, a cityscape brimming with life could be seen, but they were not being pulled towards that, but rather towards the center part of the lake, where a peculiar blue clock tower was, half submerged in the water, a clock tower they were currently on a collision course with.

"This is quite lovely... familiar somehow? But perhaps we should pull up?" Grimms said with only the slight hint of urgency.

As the vessel continued along its crash course for the strange structure, but as it nearly hit, a figure atop the tower stood on its very top and reached up, and the vessel slowed to a strangely peaceful stop, a rippling in the water going out from the tower's base, and a strange ringing sound going through the vessel. After the stop, the vessel was abruptly dropped to rest adrift in the lake with a splash. Basalah fell over, and even Grimms toppled over onto a resounding clunk.

From the clock tower, a bridge extended from under a door under the giant clock face to the S.S. Victoria, like the cuckoo of a clock.

"Urgh... heh, any landing you live from is a good landing, aye?" Grimms said with a chuckle, placing a hand on his knee to stabilize himself as he stood back to his feet. He looked out at the bridge. "Well, looks like they are practically rolling out th-" before he could finish his sentence, the door opened and a red carpet rolled out onto the bridge. "...literally rolling out the red carpet for us."

"Finally, some recognition," Basalah muttered, getting back onto her hind feet and dusting herself off. Looking out the window she braced her eyes with her arms once again. "Warm... bright..."