A steampunk RP, ehh?

[Alphacron]

I don't know if you have any extra space, seeing as you have 6 now, but here's mine

Name: Aln Drenthar
Age: 31
Nation: Nuban
Gender: Male
Bio: Aln tends to be of the cynical type, and leads his own minor group known as the Ebon Legion. The Ebon legion is a crew of 10 (who's names won't be given to make things simple, they are just normal npc's with a little common history). His stake in the war is little. his age is due to supperior logistics and tactical skills, rather than any true combat (though he is far from a incomptetent pilot)

The Ship: dubbed the Ebon Hold, is a somewhat large deriggible. it posseses a pair of turrets on the side. It has a open hold to allow it's crew to airdrop directly into the field of combat.

The crew are all equiped with a moderatly new suit. it has interlocking plates that can expand or contract, allowing the suit to slide over the head for a helmet, arms for gloves, and feet for boots by pulling on certain parts from the core, chest piece. They are capable of withstanding impact of falling from vast hights, but its weight makes it unweildly when fully extended. It has a sheathe on its back for a large two handed sword.

Edit: changed some of the bio to fit with the timeline, thought this was a modern-esqe steampunk.

 

[Kelethor]

ok everyone, sorry for my lack of postings, but i have been busy, we will start tommorow with the first story post, so for now, ill leave you with a "vague" idea of what kind of weapons availabe in the world of Anria.

the idea is, im going for early renasance-ish warfare. as such, guns are a new technology, Clockwork pistols and rifles are all the rage, but this does not mean that melle combat has been forgotten. Sabres, Rapiers, and other light weapons are used, to allow for mobility when being shot at. this doesnt mean you wont encouter a guy with a Zweihander [2 handed sword] its just that light weaponryy is favored.

now for Derigibles, all weapons need to be manned by someone, Turrets or otherwise. on the one man vessels however, they usually just do "drive by's" with there rifles. Man operated cannons, and rapid fire turrets are the weapons of choice on the larger Blimbs, and they are fluent aboard "sky castles".

PS: I think qith 7 were ready to begin, so from now on, PM me if you know anyone who wants in. also, sorryy for not posting in quite some time. story post tommorow!

 

[Vay]

Just dropping in an idea, how about rams on the dirigables. Might make for some interesting situations.

 

[linchowlewy]

Now, with these derigables. How do they manoeuvre without someone piloting, how do they work? Can they be flown with one hand? because it's important to know this shit before i start doing crazy stuff.

 

[ohellynot]

man, I'd love to do this but I'm not sure I have the time commitment for it.

 

[Kelethor]

As far as piloting goes, there is an "Auto pilot" but this causes the derigible too go in a straightline. good for long distances, but youll want someone always ayt the helm during combat, otherwise youll be a sitting duck. Rams are cool, might be a bit sluggish, but we can discuss there use's and effectiveness later in more detail. anyway, STory post tiem!

The Avrion, A flying Tavern. it's course, all of Anria. it is one of the many "hubs" pilots meet and hang out in when not on missions, docking inside the Avrion's holding area, and taking the elevators to the massive Common room and pubs. inside, Mercenaries and pilots meet and mingle, collect contracts, and most importantly, get piss drunk after a hard mission. Haelin, the lord of this massive pub, has one rule. you leave your flag at the door. despite his best attempts however, bar fights are usually caused by "Krewlod scum" or "gromarian scourge". for the most part, it was an enjoyyable place. yyou guys are "somewere" inside the ship, weather in the docking area, or in the Pub itself, when suddenly, a loud speaker comes on, drownign out all over sounds. most of the regulars recognize the grough voice as Healin's. "all right, everyone shut up and listen, big news on the Radio" sudednly, the various Barkeeps and workers start turning on Radios all over the ship, the reception is a bit hazy but..." we..we are here live, aboard The Roland, Anrian's Capital ship. it is here ladies and gen...men, that the new Emperor of anrian, Scott R preston, will give his first speech as emperor". some of the Anrian pilots shout with joy, but are quickly shushed as the radio continues " the air is electric here ladies and gentlemen, millions have gathered on deck here to meet with the new Emeperor, some claiming him a savior, others... I have just recieved word that, yes, yes hes coming out now " the thunders roar of applause from the radios cause some people to reel back as hes here. the annoucers voice can barely be heard over it "hes here, Scott R preston is here, this is indeed a truly...suddenly, a loud bang thunders over the crowd, cries of fear and then..silence, for a moment. then, all hell breaks loose. cries and shouts can be heard, he annoucer's voice barely able too be heard over the shouts " ladies and gentlemen, the Emeperor...has been shot, we have no idea how, or who would do this, or if the emepror is still alive we...cut the transmissions! just do it!" suddenly, the line goes dead. a murmur goes over the entire Ship. this is were you come in, mingle, talk about what you just heard, blame it on Gromar, just say something!

 

[Alphacron]

Aln sips his water (he could never stand the taste of alchohol), and smirks to himself "politics as usual" he mutters to himself.

 

[Ace of Hearts]

Marco sighs slowly, getting up from the card game he was situated at. Never good news when someone gets whacked, most people point fingers at Nuban's mercs. Marco earned enough cash there to buy a little something to eat, and slowly walks to the bar. He hopes he's not recognised, but his attire alone made him look like a common highwayman, and those are a dime a dozen in Nuban.

 

[Kelethor]

Across from the bar, Marco notices a young woman, the Nubian Symbol on her shouderpad, an eye patch covering her left eye. at her side, a pistol is shiethed, she eyyes you up for a moment, considering something...

 

[Ace of Hearts]

"Why would she be displaying her colors at a time like this?" Marco muttered to himself. Hemade a quick glance around the room, with few other things of noteable intrest, Marco sits near her, but waits for her to prompt conversation.

 

[quack35]

In the hangar, Kit

"Look ,kid, I said I would take you as far as the Avrion, and you'd pay me 20."

"I'm sorry," said Kit,"But I can only give you 10."

After arguing for about twenty minutes, the pilot finally acccepted the amount Kit had offered. The pilot walked away, muttering, "Fucking groundlings...".

Worn out, Kit entered the pub. He's only there for about five minutes when the loud speaker came on,announcing the assassination. Kit doesn't know what to think. "Politics as usual...", a stranger mutters behind him.

 

[Teafo]

More political subterfuge, Nathanius thought to himself. Why now?

He had landed his Derigible on platform 17 of Avrion and was negotiating the refueling costs when the loudspeaker had made it's announcement and the radios of the mechanics in the loading bay had blared out the grim transmission. He shook his head, made a point to make sure no political affiliations were currently displayed on himself or his Derigible, and made his way towards the elevators.

"Going down?" asked the bellman in the elevator, "Which floor would ya like?"

"Yes, take me to the main deck please," Nathanius smiled back to the bellman.

The commotion of the main deck's bar area could be heard from 3 decks away and only got worse when the doors to the lift opened. Passing a couple bills to the bellman, Nathanius pulled his vest closed to hide his pistol and took a few steps into the bar. No one seemed to notice another traveler, so he glanced about for an open seat. Finding one uncomfortably close to a woman with an eye patch and the insignia of a Nubian.

Last thing I need is to be associated with a banner in here, especially after that announcement, Nathanius tried to edge as far from the woman in the eye patch as he could without falling off his own stool.

Spoiler

Hope it's ok that I set myself close enough to any action that may take place, but not in an obtrusive way. Let me know if editing is needed

 

[quack35]

Kit approached Nathanius, obviously very nervous.

"Sir, are you..." He stutters, "Would you... happen to be a pilot, by any chance?"

 

[Alphacron]

In the hangar, Kit

Worn out, Kit entered the pub. He's only there for about five minutes when the loud speaker came on,announcing the assassination. Kit doesn't know what to think. "Politics as usual...", a stranger mutters behind him.

I had assumed Aln was in the tavern (sorry too much D&D makes it hard for me to call it a bar) nearby Marco (Ace of hearts)

Edit: Lol, didn't see the Kit entered the pub, till just now, my mistake

 

[Teafo]

"That I am and more," Nathanius' perpetual smile turned to the new-comer, "and who might you be?"

 

[quack35]

In the hangar, Kit

Worn out, Kit entered the pub. He's only there for about five minutes when the loud speaker came on,announcing the assassination. Kit doesn't know what to think. "Politics as usual...", a stranger mutters behind him.

I had assumed Aln was in the tavern (sorry too much D&D makes it hard for me to call it a bar) nearby Marco (Ace of hearts)

Oh, I thought Teafo said Nathanius went to the tavern. The one with the eyepatch woman.

 

[quack35]

"That I am and more," Nathanius' perpetual smile turned to the new-comer, "and who might you be?"

"Well, My name is Kettell Wickham, and I'm looking for work. I don't have much experience, but I'd be willing to learn whatever you need me to learn. I know this kind of came out of nowhere, but you look like someone I can trust."

 

[Teafo]

Spoiler

Yes, I am in the Tavern, you guys have your posts OK from what I can tell. Aln is in the tavern, Kit and Nathanius have moved into it as well, and the eye patch wearing woman is somewhat close to Nathanius and Marco is sitting next to her.

 

[Teafo]

"You look able enough, and I am in need of a crew. I am Nathanius Gather born of Jan'Thar, and Captain of the Smithy's Rapier. I can't pay much yet, as I only recently obtained the Rapier, but I can teach you what I know and split the cash from any jobs we can find in here." He glanced around the bar looking for any familiar faces from his time working on the Charlotten Rose.

"We're docked at platform 17, I'll show you Smithy soon as we can."

 

[quack35]

Kit breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, sir, I'll make sure you don't regret it."

Kit turns away for a minute. "Nathanius," he says, "can I ask you a question?"