--New area-- "The Ancient Bunker"
The air inside is cold and stale with a fine layer of dust in the corners of the rooms.
The initial hallway is braced in metal beams. The front doors have all been pried open, drilled into, and obviously forced open.
The metal floor is horribly scratched up from something heavy being moved over it.
The first main room is mostly empty and has three doors counting the entrance. One door is broken open where the gashes in the floor lead to. That door leads to 'the warehouse' The second door is solid metal with signs of attempted entry but no success.
The warehouse has barren shelves aside from some empty boxes. The scratched marks leading to the center of the room to a large open space.
Near each entrance there is a glimmering black control panel, but since the facility is unpowered, none are active. These control panels also have maintenance cabinets below them full of circuit boards and wiring and what would appear to be a lever but will not budge.
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The chilled air in the bunker from being so deep causes the groups breath to condense (aside from Xanadia's) and though there is water in the bunker, none is dripping in but rather just on the floor randomly. "I've heard about these before.. but never been to one myself. They say they're from some long lost civilization... Now if we can just figure out what they took from here and then look for an alternate exit..."
Statistics: Posted by Znath — November 28th, 2010, 4:36 pm
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Inside the cave seems natural for a while as it snakes gently into the cliff side. Eventually it comes to an area obviously blasted out and dug away coming to a metallic opening leading into what looks like an armored bunker.
Alsooo..
If anyone wants to join in it's definitely not too late, or if anyone knows another person who could be good to have join in. I'll keep it going either way, but it would be nice to have more posters/posts.
Statistics: Posted by Znath — November 14th, 2010, 6:05 pm
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Moru started climbing up, getting to the boulders on top. A few smaller rocks were pushed aside, making it a little easier to heave the biggest threat off the top of the mound. A hole was created, allowing Moru to see the space inside a little bit... Problem was, it was by no means big enough to fit through. "We've got the right rubble. Pull!"
(OOC: What'll wind up happening is basically the same as two balls on top of each other. Pull one out, the other slides down, and since they're wedged into the wall enough to not just roll randomly, the one on top will push the bottom one away once it's pulled out. And we'll have a good space to move into.)
Statistics: Posted by Kikori — November 5th, 2010, 11:56 am
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When the light came on it became quickly obvious which area the entrance was by the only jagged rocks. Not long after, the large metal bolt of a heavy-bow smashes down close to the group. Xanadia shuts her lamp immediately.
"Dammit, I didn't see anyone nearby before! It can't be buried deep, somebody pull rocks away, it's our only escape! At least in there we can hold them off, we're cooked if we stay in the open." She says unpacking her lightened heavy bow quickly running the winch to load it and fire off a shot into the dark at the enemy sniper. "If you think there's an enemy, shoot.."
Statistics: Posted by Znath — November 5th, 2010, 2:23 am
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The cliffs of the Tetheran shore gradually came closer into view. Even at night the light colored stone was easily visible at this hour just before sunrise. "Well.. time to move." Xanadia says doing one last check on her pack and strapping on one of standard the dull gray ww1-like helmets.
The ship captain fires the grapple up the cliff allowing everyone to climb up. (For our purposes everyone makes it fine so Thoril's leg problem will just be a minor hindrance not something too crippling)
The top of the cliff was wind and sand worn rock with fairly sparse vegetation. "Here's west-Tetheran Beyond these mountains to the east is the vast desert. Our target should be due north..." Trekking along the hills it is barely half a mile before they can see a deep canyon leading out to the distant open desert. Xanadia pulls out a small telescope looking down into the canyon. "There are tracks going in from the desert up the slope into the canyon. I can't see any enemy forces so far, but I imagine what we're looking for is in the upper quarter of the canyon since that's where the last tracks can be seen. Hopefully they've moved on so we can get some clues here."
Descending into the canyon deeper there are lots of foot tracks and wide wheel marks in the heavier dirt of the canyon floor. Xanadia stands up after looking over the tracks and looks up and down the canyon. There are several areas where avalanches have happened and small crevices. "They must have buried the entrance... look for a collapse with recent breaks in the rock."
Statistics: Posted by Znath — October 31st, 2010, 5:24 pm
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Moru raised his right hand and held his index finger out before a bullet popped out, nearly silent except for the burning sound it made. It fired all the way to the water before fizzling against it, leaving a small pillar of steam. "It's taken a long time to learn to control how rapidly I can fire or how little or much energy I can put into it, so a shot like that doesn't drain me that much. Damn powerful, too, since it works separate from magic enough that it's more like a heat burn than a magic blast." Moru started wiggling his fingers in place, tilting his head as he compared for the thousandth or so time in his life how the hands wiggled compared to his previous flesh. "Long story short how I stay connected with Djanzad to this point is I'm essentially a guinea pig for this kind of technology. People with mechanical parts as needed, mechanical parts as weapons, the abilities of weapons such as this... Now and then, a mission that this gift is specifically cut out for arises, and I'm sent to help complete it and give Djanzad the data he needs. Not a bad trade-off, since these gave me my life back... Mining without hands isn't eas--" His eyes flashed open as he started making the 'z' sound again. "Z.. Zem... Z... I remember the lady's name between Kratos and Aurion started like "Zem" or "Zim". Not much, but now I'm curious again." Moru gave a weak chuckle and looked back at Xanadia, wondering if his response was satisfactory.
Statistics: Posted by Kikori — October 31st, 2010, 2:33 pm
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"Really they're little more advanced than the Sylvrians, but just in different ways.... The Sylvrians have many technologies the Tetheran's don't such as moving pictures for entertainment, music, and a well maintained defensive force. The Tetherans value their army like a sword always pointed at the Sylvrians, they prize their advanced weapons, but their cities are often impoverished and poorly run."
"Until recently, the two have been in a standoff with political tension and spies.. harassing diplomacy... It's the ever-going struggle preventing the spear from piercing the shield. Both nations have technologies like mana engines and lighting.. but when Tetheran learned of the trade with Djanzad's new kingdom where Falador once stood.. Tetheran desperately demanded a trade agreement as well and their threats got worse until eventually relations stopped... Suddenly they started attacking and then we caught wind of what they're up to."
"As for myself.. I'm a member of the Finelle line. My mother, Maria, works with Djanzad to try and revive the old technology in Gielenor... I know that a lot of people were hurt by his invasion of Asgarnia. I know he's my grandfather but.. his actions are not my own." While tying her hair back Xanadia finishes. "I know I've said a lot, I wouldn't mind hearing from you... I know I've seen you before around Djanzad's. I can assume why.... " She says pointing at Moru
Statistics: Posted by Znath — October 27th, 2010, 1:12 am
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"My kind of fight."
Statistics: Posted by Landerpurex — October 26th, 2010, 8:04 pm
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"So get what rest you can, all our necessary addition equipment will be on our specialized transport." She finishes and calls in some workers to take the supplies to the ship.
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Just before setting off
Xanadia is already waiting by the ship which is a small ship painted black with enough room for 8 to 10 people but just barely. (something about the size of a small yacht but a low profile ship)
Whenever people showed up, "You can get more rest if you need it on the way there, it won't take long, roughly a couple hours." Boarding the ship, she waits until everyone is on board before signaling the captain to pull the throttle lever and starting the ship out.
"I suppose you noticed already, but this ship runs without sails using a mana furnace which then powers the engines. Luckily it runs quiet enough to get us close without giving away our position." She says and sits in the main forward room's bench. "If anyone has stories to pass the time, now would be good. I know I'm tired of the constant decorum of the Sylvrian military. They can be a bit too much pomp and circumstance. That's why I volunteered to lead one of these commando missions. I'm also rather familiar with what I believe the Tetheran's are after."
Statistics: Posted by Znath — October 26th, 2010, 4:53 pm
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"Great...when do we head out, then?" He asked in a passive tone.
Statistics: Posted by Landerpurex — October 26th, 2010, 3:42 pm
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Hidden:
"This is a rough map of known city locations. Tetheran is the larger continent to the northeast. The green checks are locations we know for certain are going to receive delivery of the movers. The strangest being one set to move to the 'Sraras reef' just north of the Tetheran desert. The other three we know of are locations boardering the desert. There are other locations that the secondary and tertiary squads will investigate." Xanadia says pointing the locations out of their targets.
"Specifically our mission is to be deployed to the southern city nearest our island chain here. This city has been repeatedly contested so it will simply appear like another assault to gain that beach. During the attack we will break off from the ships and land on the shores near the first green x." Xanadia says making a pencil line drawing out their directions. "As for our squad.. the three of you and myself as well as pvts Royce Chelters and Gerry Furth will join us as well." (not total redshirts but npc's we can give orders to. Both are fairly non-descript 6' tall young recruits)
Statistics: Posted by Znath — October 25th, 2010, 5:24 pm
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That was pretty much his only fear at the time. Moru took the chance of seeing the equipment to start evaluating and gauging the powers of each.
Statistics: Posted by Kikori — October 25th, 2010, 11:36 am
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anyway, if other people want to add in later, that's great. If anything needs explained before you join in or whatnot then send me a pm or something.
An extra bit of info is that even though it is... albeit loosely related to RS, it has almost nothing to do with it aside from part of the setting. So don't let that be a turnoff.
BIC:
Xanadia sent one of the assistants out to bring in the applicants. Thinking to herself Putting me as an officer.. I would be amazed if they take me seriously. Still, they look like people we can trust. She waited until the two (or three) came into the tent and waved the guard to leave.
"Ah, good... Anyway you can relax now. I know the rest of these Sylvrian army regulars can be pretty strict. You know what this is about already, you signed up for a special assignment. Beyond that is what we're after...
After a recent raid into enemy territory, we found some loose ends that seem rather ominous design plans. Mass-movers estimated to be able to pull several tons of material. The working theory is the enemy is working on something very large. Since this was a former heavy-weapons plant producing the darkwood crawler... we can assume it's something for the war effort... otherwise they never would shut down a plant so vital for this. We need to find out why, and take what ever action necessary."
"I also have been given a list of locations these were sent to. If we can either find what they moved or better, stop them. It could prove extremely valuable." Xanadia says pointing out a few locations on the map. "Further some useful information. I know you trained with the semiauto crossbow, but for our purposes I had some stripped and lightened. This model will hold 20 bolts instead of 10 by using a barrel magazine instead of the usual rack. Other than that, the lever on the stock loads the shot and readies the bow like the old model."
"In my past encounters in the enemy territory I've seen a few things to be concerned about in their weaponry. First being the Tetheran 'popper' it's similar to a dwarven handcannon, but more accurate and stronger and most distinguished by the abrupt bang rather than a slow boom like the dwarven powder. There is little known armor that can block it, but since they are slow to fire and heavy to aim, they can still be avoided.
"Next is this" Xanadia says putting the large heavy-bow on the desk. "The Tetheran heavy-bow fires these large metal rods long range and easily devastating. This one is my personal duplicate.. but the Tetheran's use them frequently to take out dug in targets long range... aside from those their infantry use conventional crossbows, still deadly but in no way as quick to fire as the auto-bows we have."
"The last is a recent development. The 'darkwood crawler' It's a vehicle armored in metal and a hardened gray toned wood that absorbs magical energy. They move faster than we can run and they carry a cannon similar to the popper. Worse yet we don't know how many they have or where they are deployed...."
"So if that didn't scare you off... I'm glad to have you on board. Any questions?"
Statistics: Posted by Znath — October 24th, 2010, 10:03 pm
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Thorne Saschal
Born and raised in Varrock just shortly after the events of the last story...incredibly charismatic, laid back, and outgoing. Main strength is that of persuasion, infiltration, and subterfuge. Does his best to avoid confrontations, but is excellent at hand to hand combat and is adept at knife throwing. He is a mediocre archer. He wears everyday street clothes, never armor of any kind (unless as part of a disguise). Is very crafty and resourceful with anything he has at hand or can scavenge.
Spent most of his late childhood selling his skills learned from his father to the highest bidder in Varrock. At times he worked for gangs, at others he was called upon by the crown for various reconnaissance.
Quick description: Dark hair like his father, dark eyes like his mother. Somewhat tall, 6'1". Sinewy build, lanky but not weak. Walks with a somewhat arrogant strut.
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"Thorne, there is a plague on the doorstep of our land. Regardless of gold or treasures, sometimes we have to sacrifice our wants for what's right. If we're all enslaved, how will we make a comfortable living then?" Thorne remained silent. He sometimes loathed his father. He always judged Thorne, regardless of the things he himself did as a young man.
"I've sent word to a very privileged taskforce, asking a favor in honor of my own service. I've detailed your work and skills in the letter, and I've requested that the force accept you and put you to work fighting in the military against our enemy." Jonas' green eyes pierced Thorne. Or, at least; they would have were he not used to his father's stern glare. "They will no doubt send word if they think you've got what it takes. If I were you, I'd start packing."
It didn't look like Thorne had much of a choice. This day was bound to come at some point, he certainly couldn't hang around Varrock doing odd jobs for his entire life. The truth was, he respected and loved his father. He was overjoyed that Jonas thought so highly of him and wanted him to join the fight. He also didn't want to leave home and risk getting killed.
It was all the same to Thorne, all he could do was await word from the proper authorities.
Statistics: Posted by Landerpurex — October 23rd, 2010, 4:57 am
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Mid-Twenties
White hair (but not due to age) with gray eyes. White beard that reaches the middle of his chest.
Wears Orange Robes with an orange battle-staff affixed by a large, obsidian stone. He also carries a longsword in his off-hand.
Healer
Walks with a limp in his left leg due to injuries in the erased RP.
Statistics: Posted by Tanksandguns — October 22nd, 2010, 4:52 pm
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Mamoru Edgeworth (Moru for short)
Bio: Previously a resource gathering Gielenor resident, Moru looks like a solidly built, lightly tanned man who boasts a whip-like braid to his knees. He feels safest in melee armor, but feels a full set too cumbersome. Therefore, he totes a chainmail and platelegs, with areas of plate removed to allow greater maneuverability. His hair is a very light brown, but his eyes vary by emotion; green when joyous, brown when depressed, and hazel when furious. A mixture of said colors will show otherwise.
"Previously" a resource gatherer refers to a life changing event at sixteen years old. When mining, he found a gem within the rocks. It was still well hidden, so he felt impatient enough to dig it out with his hands instead of mine it away. The violent shifting caused the rock to collapse, crushing his fingers very thoroughly. Kratos Aurion was nearby enough at the time to help him get free, but couldn't mend the fingers. Rather than let Moru's life halt to a stop, however, he went to the one person he knew could at least work around a human's limitations. Being the one close to and keeping Zemdi happy, Kratos was able to convince the man to help renew Moru's hands, even in a mechanical way. Moru, innocent and ignorant to machinery, was curious if metal could keep up with him, given his highly active nature and mind. It was this thought that allowed Djanzad to envision a gun that fires pure physical energy, and permission to replace Moru's entire hands rather than the fingers allowed it to be so. So now with metal hands that featured a gun able to draw on his physical energy to fire a very powerful, minute, dart-like bullet, Moru traded a life full of gathering resources to sell for one mixing that with slaying menaces among the cities energy seemed to peak. Twenty years of firing upon obnoxious goblins and skeletons trying to rise up led to a very good amount of control and accuracy for his gun.
Now, still clad with metal armor and hands, Moru traded his pickaxe for a spear, and hatchet for a little experience in the magical arts. Just enough to at least be able to provide small support. He didn't enjoy combat as much as others, but when the land needs help in a war it didn't ask for, someone has to do something.
Personality: Previously a natural, charismatic leader, the mining incident changed his outlook on life enough that he seemed impatient with others. Times have advanced, so people shouldn't need to do things as stupid as he did, or they do now. In time, that attitude has softened and he has gained much of his old social skills back, but he often dips between either being impatient or controlling. Very rarely does he feel either due to any thoughts of superiority, however, and he's told that lack of "I'm better than you" at least shows when he speaks.
Statistics: Posted by Kikori — October 22nd, 2010, 2:55 pm
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The story takes place about 20 years after the events in Fall of Crandor. Which it's not entirely important to know unless your character is from the Gielenor area (lands of runescape) In which case the most important thing to know is:
Asgarnia (Falador and its surrounding areas) for the most part was conquered by Djanzad, a guy with an advanced army of mechanical men and highly advanced weapons. A lot of people were displaced by this as refugees to the surrounding kingdoms as well as to the "new lands" prospering over the ocean to the East.
The "new lands" to the East are the Nations of Sylvria and Tetheran where tensions are high. The nation of Tetheran has also discovered that the Gielenor people, with their lack of technology, are easy pickings for slavers.
The Tetheran people are somewhat advanced, with a mixed level of technology ranging from some mechanical vehicles and simple cannons/hand cannons.
Sylvria is similarly advanced, but lack the guns and weaponry. They have similar to 1800's style architecture and some advanced things like silent movies and indoor plumbing and lighting.
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I think that covers almost everything as far as the setting goes.
Since the other RP was 100% wiped in the "lost year" I'm going to start the RP after the events of the other... kind of. If you remember your character, then you can still use the same one, otherwise just come up with a new one. The guidelines are pretty simple.
I would rather characters are:
-Realistic, nothing like ... made up races or outlandish things,
-Sorry no other bio-mech people that's only the Finelles
--I'd prefer mostly human characters since they're the simplest, keep it reasonable.
-People from Gielenor (the Runescape lands)
People from this land will be basically fighting to stop the slavers from raiding the lands constantly. If Sylvria loses the fight, then the fear is the war will move quickly over the ocean with constant slave raids.
-if you have a character NOT from Gielenor... let me know so I can be sure it's reasonable.
-magic users are fine, at this point though, it is known that many of the Tetheran army has anti-mage armor.
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My character:
Name: Xanadia Finelle
Height 5' 8"
Race: Bio-mechanical
Appearance: Looks about 18, Slender build with dark skin tone and light bluish silver hair, violet-purple eyes.
Wears: A small heavy metal chest plate only over her upper body. The other clothing being light leather armor with a few hardened leather plates and braces.
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The sound of a bustling medic encampment was everywhere. Xanadia looked up at everything blurry around her gradually coming in to focus of a white tent and somebody looking over her saying "She's awake now sir."
"Ah good." Sjenas said and came over patting her on the shoulder.
-Brief Description: Sjenas Coersade about 6' tall and rather 'elegant looking' shoulder length white hair and light skin tone and the brother of Djanzad.
"Your dear grandmother Zemdi has been here every moment working to help you recover. Seems your operation at the factory went awry. You managed to get everyone out but then collapsed. You've been out for a month."
Zemdi Finelle:
-Brief dsc: 5' slender build dark skin and white hair, violet purple eyes, appears to be mid-20's
"You had us worried. They sent for me since none of the medics could really help you, but I am glad you're back." She said helping Xanadia up.
"I don't get it, the last thing I remember was getting to the roof of the factory..." Xanadia said leaning forward.
Sjenas interrupted. "You had deep wounds likely from those Tetheran 'popper' cannons it was a wonder you even made it back had our forces not showed up. We managed to find some intel in the factory before the enemy had their re-enforcements. Seems like the factory WAS building those battle-machines, but stopped to work on some series of heavy-equipment-movers. We have a list of locations they were being sent to, we need you to form a team to investigate. I know it's sudden but what ever they're doing it's big."
"And my things..?" Xanadia said removing the bandages and getting up.
Zemdi laid out her repaired clothing and armor. "Your gun was completely depleted of ammunition... and completely destroyed Judging by the impact, the gun saved your life. I helped to modify one of the Tetheran "Heavy-Bows" for you. It will allow you to charge bolts with energy unlike a regular bow. Even though you don't need it, I lightened the frame too."
"Guess I have some applications to look through for the special operations group then." Xanadia said taking the folders of character bio's to the officer's tent and looking through them.
The rp is going to be both covert operations and some open fighting by this small group sent ahead to figure out what sort of things the Tetharan's are up to.
Statistics: Posted by Znath — October 21st, 2010, 2:42 pm
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