The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)
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Kind of. But as stated elsewhere, they follow more along the lines of the enclave, just worse. You REALLY don't want to get on the wrong side of The Foundation. They would destroy a village just for technology, kill and take slaves to fight for them from what remained and then leave, heading back to one of their reinforced, secure, fortresses. They are arseholes, to put it simply.willofbob said:
Ok, I'm going to start this as soon as we get to the second page. To everyone who's had their character accepted, please post in here to confirm it ( Just to get to the second page really...) To anyone who hasn't been accepted, don't worry! If a space opens up later or if I think I can manage a few more players, I'll happily accept a few more. Feel free to follow this and keep up with the story!
@Emurlahn: You can't read my mind if I have a tinfoil hat over it! What do you say to that?! And don't think about removing either...
[HEADING=1] The Twisted Earth [/HEADING]
[HEADING=2] The story begins.... [/HEADING]
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The room around you is a crisp and clean environment, red carpets and curtains in perfect condition drape across the floor and walls. To one side, a large open view window displays a view of the old city, under the light of the moon. The crumbling ruins in the distance, barely visible and closer, towards the inhabited portion of the city, lights flicker and fires illuminate the sides of buildings. Guards are positioned around you, watching as you sit at a large wooden table.
Double oak doors swing open; from them a powerful and smart looking man enters. Wearing a luxurious creame suit. He smiles as he looks at all of you waiting. With a gesture of his hands he presents himself to you. "Welcome, I, I am Balthazar and this" He gestures to the room "Is my Ziggurat. In the time before the war, people used to flock here, to see it. An attraction of some sort. A centre piece to the old city. My City" He says, smiling. "Now, too business. You have..." He frowns slowly. "You have all been very troublesome and caused me a great deal of stress. Times have been poor to my family recently. In the old days, there was a creature, the ancients called it a 'Shark'. This creature could smell blood for miles; it would use this to find its prey. They had a saying. There's blood in the water." He stops, to look at everyone. "There IS blood in the water. Recently, my forces have had trouble, with you and with some others. My men have pulled back and locked down the most important areas.? He says with a sigh. ?This has left me with less manpower than I need. You see, a great treasure has presented itself to me. One which I cannot resist. If you will, watch.? Balthazar moves towards a solid wooden wall and pushes a button. With a slight hiss, the wall parts and out of it comes an old dirty looking screen. It switches on and a video plays.
Thunder rumbles through the speakers as a distorted picture appears on the screen, with a faint green glow. A streak of lightning flashes across the sky, mumbling is coming from the background and a hand points to something high in the sky. Another clap of thunder and flash of lightning reveals a giant floating shape, an airship. It's slowly descending, tilting to one side, getting lower and lower. The mumbling gets louder....
Balthazar looks at you all. "This is of the most importance to me. That, Airship, is now mine. It?s crew, its cargo. It is mine. I want you to find it. I want you to bring me whatever you find and if you can?t, bring back the means to craft another one." His look is stern. ?This would give me the advantage I?ve been waiting for, this would give me, the city. There is something in this for you too. All of you. If you do this for me, you shall be free. You shall be free within Crux and you will have the support of the dogs, whenever you are in Crux.? He smiles, pointing to one of the open windows that present a view of the city. ?What say you??
[HEADING=2] The story begins.... [/HEADING]
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The room around you is a crisp and clean environment, red carpets and curtains in perfect condition drape across the floor and walls. To one side, a large open view window displays a view of the old city, under the light of the moon. The crumbling ruins in the distance, barely visible and closer, towards the inhabited portion of the city, lights flicker and fires illuminate the sides of buildings. Guards are positioned around you, watching as you sit at a large wooden table.
Double oak doors swing open; from them a powerful and smart looking man enters. Wearing a luxurious creame suit. He smiles as he looks at all of you waiting. With a gesture of his hands he presents himself to you. "Welcome, I, I am Balthazar and this" He gestures to the room "Is my Ziggurat. In the time before the war, people used to flock here, to see it. An attraction of some sort. A centre piece to the old city. My City" He says, smiling. "Now, too business. You have..." He frowns slowly. "You have all been very troublesome and caused me a great deal of stress. Times have been poor to my family recently. In the old days, there was a creature, the ancients called it a 'Shark'. This creature could smell blood for miles; it would use this to find its prey. They had a saying. There's blood in the water." He stops, to look at everyone. "There IS blood in the water. Recently, my forces have had trouble, with you and with some others. My men have pulled back and locked down the most important areas.? He says with a sigh. ?This has left me with less manpower than I need. You see, a great treasure has presented itself to me. One which I cannot resist. If you will, watch.? Balthazar moves towards a solid wooden wall and pushes a button. With a slight hiss, the wall parts and out of it comes an old dirty looking screen. It switches on and a video plays.
Thunder rumbles through the speakers as a distorted picture appears on the screen, with a faint green glow. A streak of lightning flashes across the sky, mumbling is coming from the background and a hand points to something high in the sky. Another clap of thunder and flash of lightning reveals a giant floating shape, an airship. It's slowly descending, tilting to one side, getting lower and lower. The mumbling gets louder....
Balthazar looks at you all. "This is of the most importance to me. That, Airship, is now mine. It?s crew, its cargo. It is mine. I want you to find it. I want you to bring me whatever you find and if you can?t, bring back the means to craft another one." His look is stern. ?This would give me the advantage I?ve been waiting for, this would give me, the city. There is something in this for you too. All of you. If you do this for me, you shall be free. You shall be free within Crux and you will have the support of the dogs, whenever you are in Crux.? He smiles, pointing to one of the open windows that present a view of the city. ?What say you??
Ashe had been lightly thumping the large table with her fingers throughout the introduction that Balthazar had given but once the image on the large screen showed of the airship falling out of the sky she became silent. That sense of seeing things unseen, or otherwise not ordinary to the human eye in a world where everything that had been imagined had been or was in one way or another made intoxicated Ashe. Of course an airship was not unheard of but it spread through lowly bars and insane men's mouths, Balthazar was no different except that he had power and connections. Ashe gave the room a quick look around, felt the hard table in her fingers before she spoke up.
"Where is it?" Ashe said concisely as she could. Knowing where the airship is and not being sent into a possible trap didn't hurt their chances but it probably couldn't help it either.
"Where is it?" Ashe said concisely as she could. Knowing where the airship is and not being sent into a possible trap didn't hurt their chances but it probably couldn't help it either.
Balthazaar turned to look at the man who had spoken. He stopped for a second, staring intently at the man. "The ship crashed north of us. Where exactly is not known. There are several places you could search or ask for information though." Balthazaar turned and nodded outside of the doorway. Walking swiftly through, in a matching suit came an older looking man. "I am Sinclair, I will deal with the more mundane aspects of this job. Balthazaar is a busy man." Balthazaar disappeared out of the room, closing the doors behind him.
"We know that it went down north of here, close to the settlement of Coleman's landing. We'd suggest you search and ask there first." Walking to the table, he put both hands down and looked at everyone. " If there are anyother questions, ask them now. Balthazaar wants you gone as soon as possible. It is likely that others may know of this too."
"We know that it went down north of here, close to the settlement of Coleman's landing. We'd suggest you search and ask there first." Walking to the table, he put both hands down and looked at everyone. " If there are anyother questions, ask them now. Balthazaar wants you gone as soon as possible. It is likely that others may know of this too."
Delrath sniffed twice, he couldn't make out any recognizable scents, several had the hint of blood... his own included, at least one woman. He couldent tell anything more, a sudden sharp creaking sprung from his chair as it shattered under his weight. Delrath quickly fell to the ground and gritted his teeth, his hands were both bound with rope or metal he couldn't tell or free himself. Two guards quickly pushed their muzzles into his head "Stand slowly mutant" One of ordered him, Delrath complied then growled at the guard "I hope you have a family, because I will kill them... slowly" Delrath barred his teeth for a moment before the guard smashed the butt of his gun into his face.
Dearth recoiled from the strike, "Balthazar" he said slowly the name was strange and he didn't like talking, his fists were the best form of communication, blunt and to the point. "I don't understand much of what you said, I can kill, I can kill well, I will kill well for you" Delrath believed he had gotten his point across he didn't understand the words Airship, shark, or Crux but he knew he would be free to kill and that was better than being dead.
Dearth recoiled from the strike, "Balthazar" he said slowly the name was strange and he didn't like talking, his fists were the best form of communication, blunt and to the point. "I don't understand much of what you said, I can kill, I can kill well, I will kill well for you" Delrath believed he had gotten his point across he didn't understand the words Airship, shark, or Crux but he knew he would be free to kill and that was better than being dead.