Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"Ba', 'umbug, at least 'alf t'e people in t'e military can't stand a c'ance against t'is lass." Olson grumbled disagreeingly. "I've been in Wolf'olt navy for 20 years and I can definitively tell ya t'at for sure! T'e men weren't even able to 'old t'eir guns properly!"
"Olson does have a lot of doubt about the government, and so do I. But If they're to find the treasure before anyone else does, so be it." Herbert responded. "In any case, sure you can have a look, as long as you don't touch the photos themselves. They're quite delicate, you see."
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07/13/2014, 03:09 PM #62
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"We'll see about that..." Miriah replied, her tone unchanging despite her stirring opinions and thoughts. "So, who exactly is this sheriff that you've been talking about?" Miriah rhetorically asked as she took a glance at the photo.
"Oh, bloody hell..." Miriah let out in shock as she recognised the person in the photo. When Miriah heard words of a supposed sheriff hunting for treasure, she thought of some greedy man who was boasting about his title. But this woman... Miriah knew full well who she was. In fact, it was hard to find a Skylander who was not aware of her. Sheriff Velvetlan of Piltover. A woman who is regarded as a hero to the people of Piltover and, to some extent, the Skylands. When Miriah was merely a child, at the age of 9, stories circulated of a girl who single-handedly hunted down and disbanded every pirate group lurking within Piltover. All at the age of 17. A feat that seemed highly impossible to many. And to Miriah, a feat that she wished to recreate or even best. To some extent, Miriah thought of Velvetlan as an idol. One of the few people that Miriah looked up to during her youth. But now... Velvetlan was hunting for the treasure of Captain Verdelion. This changed everything.
"You're telling me that... that Sheriff Velvetlan...? THE Sheriff Velvetlan of Piltover is hunting for the treasure?" Miriah asked the two in surprise but with a slight hint of fear. "This changes things..."
"We'll see about that..." Miriah replied, her tone unchanging despite her stirring opinions and thoughts. "So, who exactly is this sheriff that you've been talking about?" Miriah rhetorically asked as she took a glance at the photo.
"Oh, bloody hell..." Miriah let out in shock as she recognised the person in the photo. When Miriah heard words of a supposed sheriff hunting for treasure, she thought of some greedy man who was boasting about his title. But this woman... Miriah knew full well who she was. In fact, it was hard to find a Skylander who was not aware of her. Sheriff Velvetlan of Piltover. A woman who is regarded as a hero to the people of Piltover and, to some extent, the Skylands. When Miriah was merely a child, at the age of 9, stories circulated of a girl who single-handedly hunted down and disbanded every pirate group lurking within Piltover. All at the age of 17. A feat that seemed highly impossible to many. And to Miriah, a feat that she wished to recreate or even best. To some extent, Miriah thought of Velvetlan as an idol. One of the few people that Miriah looked up to during her youth. But now... Velvetlan was hunting for the treasure of Captain Verdelion. This changed everything.
"You're telling me that... that Sheriff Velvetlan...? THE Sheriff Velvetlan of Piltover is hunting for the treasure?" Miriah asked the two in surprise but with a slight hint of fear. "This changes things..."
Smash through the blocks that bar your way; No time for fear, just let it all fall away; Nobody believes in me and you, Just look at the way they stare; So what if we live in a walled garden, As long as I've got you then I don't care!
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My Switch Friend Code: SW-1503-3394-5328
My NNID: OfficialTRXD
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07/13/2014, 05:23 PM #63
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"I don't think she is looking for the treasure for any ill intention. The last time I saw her, she was very concerned about the lifestyle of the citizens of Piltover. I don't know if you've ever been there during your flights, but Piltover, while in their golden age, is still being rebuilt after years and years of abuse by the waves of crime. Many citizens still live without basic utilities." Herbert responded to Miriah's surprised tone. His eyes were downcast, seemingly reliving the moment when he, Olson, and the sheriff, Caitlyn, looked around the outer circle of Piltover to find it still decimated. "In any case, Olson I will be going now. I have a report to write up by 5 and I don't want to miss my deadline. Gentlemen and lady, it was a pleasure having a conversation with you all."
"Alright. I'll see you later, 'erbert." Olson bid Herbert the scribe farewell as the robed scholar disappeared into the crowd. "So, w'at are you two gonna do now?"
"I don't think she is looking for the treasure for any ill intention. The last time I saw her, she was very concerned about the lifestyle of the citizens of Piltover. I don't know if you've ever been there during your flights, but Piltover, while in their golden age, is still being rebuilt after years and years of abuse by the waves of crime. Many citizens still live without basic utilities." Herbert responded to Miriah's surprised tone. His eyes were downcast, seemingly reliving the moment when he, Olson, and the sheriff, Caitlyn, looked around the outer circle of Piltover to find it still decimated. "In any case, Olson I will be going now. I have a report to write up by 5 and I don't want to miss my deadline. Gentlemen and lady, it was a pleasure having a conversation with you all."
"Alright. I'll see you later, 'erbert." Olson bid Herbert the scribe farewell as the robed scholar disappeared into the crowd. "So, w'at are you two gonna do now?"
07/13/2014, 06:11 PM #64
Jefferson Docks, Skylands Republic - (@Wriggle and TRXD)
Troy listened to the young woman with blonde hair and couldn't help but smile. Just the way she moved, talked and looked filled him with a pleasant feeling, like being in the presence of an entertainer who cared about their patrons. Just about everything about this young woman was bubbly and content, as if everything was going her way. Such happiness was contagious! Yet, appearances were deceiving, and it seemed that this young woman wasn't as happy or carefree as she seemed.
She was affiliated with the military, so she alluded to. Guns, rifles, cannons, powder, all tools of destruction or deterrence. If she enjoyed her line of work, she didn't say other than how she enjoyed being in the open sky. She did take pride in her occupation and her people if the outburst against the sheriff was any indication. Troy could understand how one could feel upstaged by a relative unknown, but these two men, Olson and Herbert, had said that the sheriff was very famous. How livid the young woman would be at this revelation would soon be known in time, Troy feared.
To his surprise the young woman didn't react violently to the picture of the Sheriff Velvetlan as Troy had anticipated. Instead, the woman seemed rather shocked or pleasantly surprised, as if she had seen an old friend. Perhaps the two knew each other or at the very least were well-acquainted. Yet the way she said that the knowledge of the sheriff's involvement 'changed things' raised doubts. Either way, it wasn't Troy's place to inquire upon a touchy subject. He glanced down at the picture himself and rubbed his chin before the picture was taken away.
"Sheriff Velvetlan... What a strange name," Troy murmured with a raise of his brows. He looked up and noticed that Herbert was leaving and bid farewell to him before looking to Olson. "What am I going to do now? Well... I, like this sheriff, seek this treasure as well. But that is secondary to my journey. Nay, I seek to sate my wanderlust, and I'm hoping to secure passage on one of these airships so I can get closer to this treasure."
The monk turned to the young woman and looked down at her.
"Do you suppose your ship has any openings?"
Troy listened to the young woman with blonde hair and couldn't help but smile. Just the way she moved, talked and looked filled him with a pleasant feeling, like being in the presence of an entertainer who cared about their patrons. Just about everything about this young woman was bubbly and content, as if everything was going her way. Such happiness was contagious! Yet, appearances were deceiving, and it seemed that this young woman wasn't as happy or carefree as she seemed.
She was affiliated with the military, so she alluded to. Guns, rifles, cannons, powder, all tools of destruction or deterrence. If she enjoyed her line of work, she didn't say other than how she enjoyed being in the open sky. She did take pride in her occupation and her people if the outburst against the sheriff was any indication. Troy could understand how one could feel upstaged by a relative unknown, but these two men, Olson and Herbert, had said that the sheriff was very famous. How livid the young woman would be at this revelation would soon be known in time, Troy feared.
To his surprise the young woman didn't react violently to the picture of the Sheriff Velvetlan as Troy had anticipated. Instead, the woman seemed rather shocked or pleasantly surprised, as if she had seen an old friend. Perhaps the two knew each other or at the very least were well-acquainted. Yet the way she said that the knowledge of the sheriff's involvement 'changed things' raised doubts. Either way, it wasn't Troy's place to inquire upon a touchy subject. He glanced down at the picture himself and rubbed his chin before the picture was taken away.
"Sheriff Velvetlan... What a strange name," Troy murmured with a raise of his brows. He looked up and noticed that Herbert was leaving and bid farewell to him before looking to Olson. "What am I going to do now? Well... I, like this sheriff, seek this treasure as well. But that is secondary to my journey. Nay, I seek to sate my wanderlust, and I'm hoping to secure passage on one of these airships so I can get closer to this treasure."
The monk turned to the young woman and looked down at her.
"Do you suppose your ship has any openings?"
07/13/2014, 07:29 PM #65
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
As Herbert departed, Olson then asked Miriah and the other person about her plans. Similar to Miriah, it appeared that the man was interested in seeking out the treasure as well. A person that Miriah could bring along with her. It was an interesting thought and development. But the question that followed his explanation hit Miriah on her head. 'Her ship'? Miriah was lucky if she could even find herself in a permanent crew. But the Heisenberg was neither a ship that Miriah owned nor a ship that she would be easily able to board anymore. The captain certainly seemed like he did not want Miriah on board. So bringing a passenger, no, bringing a non Air Force passenger would be too much of a risk.
"The Heisenberg?" Miriah asked before bursting out into laughter. The thought of someone believing that Miriah owned a ship or had any rights to it amused her greatly. But what could Miriah know? After all, it wasn't as if every living being on the docks heard the captain's yelling. "No, I don't have any say as to who or what goes on the Heisenberg. And besides, I'm not going back on there so I won't even be able to bring you as a stowaway. Let's just say that I'm no longer welcome aboard that ship. Not that it matters because I wasn't going to stay in the Heisenberg's crew for long." Miriah explained to the robed man with a smile on her face. Unfortunately, Miriah was incapable of helping the man in this situation. For all Miriah knew, he would most likely have to take a ride with someone else or stow himself in a ship. But if it was an Air Force ship, the man would most likely get shot, thrown overboard, or held prisoner until the ship docked once more. But in her train of thought, Miriah realised one last thing. Miriah was in Jefferson. And if she knew anything, it meant one thing and one thing only.
"Actually... Now that I think about it. There is one man who might help you out. He has a ship docked in this city. If you don't mind sticking around with me, I can get you a ride on that ship. What do you say?" Miriah asked the robed man while reaching out her hand.
As Herbert departed, Olson then asked Miriah and the other person about her plans. Similar to Miriah, it appeared that the man was interested in seeking out the treasure as well. A person that Miriah could bring along with her. It was an interesting thought and development. But the question that followed his explanation hit Miriah on her head. 'Her ship'? Miriah was lucky if she could even find herself in a permanent crew. But the Heisenberg was neither a ship that Miriah owned nor a ship that she would be easily able to board anymore. The captain certainly seemed like he did not want Miriah on board. So bringing a passenger, no, bringing a non Air Force passenger would be too much of a risk.
"The Heisenberg?" Miriah asked before bursting out into laughter. The thought of someone believing that Miriah owned a ship or had any rights to it amused her greatly. But what could Miriah know? After all, it wasn't as if every living being on the docks heard the captain's yelling. "No, I don't have any say as to who or what goes on the Heisenberg. And besides, I'm not going back on there so I won't even be able to bring you as a stowaway. Let's just say that I'm no longer welcome aboard that ship. Not that it matters because I wasn't going to stay in the Heisenberg's crew for long." Miriah explained to the robed man with a smile on her face. Unfortunately, Miriah was incapable of helping the man in this situation. For all Miriah knew, he would most likely have to take a ride with someone else or stow himself in a ship. But if it was an Air Force ship, the man would most likely get shot, thrown overboard, or held prisoner until the ship docked once more. But in her train of thought, Miriah realised one last thing. Miriah was in Jefferson. And if she knew anything, it meant one thing and one thing only.
"Actually... Now that I think about it. There is one man who might help you out. He has a ship docked in this city. If you don't mind sticking around with me, I can get you a ride on that ship. What do you say?" Miriah asked the robed man while reaching out her hand.
Smash through the blocks that bar your way; No time for fear, just let it all fall away; Nobody believes in me and you, Just look at the way they stare; So what if we live in a walled garden, As long as I've got you then I don't care!
My Switch Friend Code: SW-1503-3394-5328
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My NNID: OfficialTRXD
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07/14/2014, 02:31 AM #66
Jefferson North Docks, Skylands Republic - (@TRXD)
Troy should have known better when he asked a complete stranger if he could hitch a ride on their vessel. Not only was there the thought of the stranger declining the request, vehemently perhaps, there was the chance that the vessel wasn't even hers. Someone as young as this woman looked she couldn't be at the helm of a large vessel, this 'Heisenberg'. A deckhand at the very least or some kind of mercenary. She had plenty of experience, Troy knew that for certain, but because of reasons unknown to him, she wasn't willing to head back to the 'Heisenberg' anytime soon.
It all seemed like a forgone gambit before the young woman piped up again and looked as appealing as a blossoming cherry tree. She had an idea, a contact who could be of assistance. How wonderful that the young woman was willing to help Troy! And even better, she seemed to be doing this out of goodwill or mutual advantage. Either way, everything was going to be alright.
When the young woman extended her hand, Troy hesitated. He was unfamiliar with the greeting rituals of other lands, but he reached for the hand regardless.
"Troy Suchong, miss, and I thank you. I'll 'stick around' then."
(( Congratulations! Miriah gained a companion, Troy Suchong! Miriah gained the companion perk Hopeless Heretic! It does nothing but sound cool when said! ))
Last edited by Major Mario; 07/14/2014, 06:44 PM. Troy should have known better when he asked a complete stranger if he could hitch a ride on their vessel. Not only was there the thought of the stranger declining the request, vehemently perhaps, there was the chance that the vessel wasn't even hers. Someone as young as this woman looked she couldn't be at the helm of a large vessel, this 'Heisenberg'. A deckhand at the very least or some kind of mercenary. She had plenty of experience, Troy knew that for certain, but because of reasons unknown to him, she wasn't willing to head back to the 'Heisenberg' anytime soon.
It all seemed like a forgone gambit before the young woman piped up again and looked as appealing as a blossoming cherry tree. She had an idea, a contact who could be of assistance. How wonderful that the young woman was willing to help Troy! And even better, she seemed to be doing this out of goodwill or mutual advantage. Either way, everything was going to be alright.
When the young woman extended her hand, Troy hesitated. He was unfamiliar with the greeting rituals of other lands, but he reached for the hand regardless.
"Troy Suchong, miss, and I thank you. I'll 'stick around' then."
(( Congratulations! Miriah gained a companion, Troy Suchong! Miriah gained the companion perk Hopeless Heretic! It does nothing but sound cool when said! ))
07/15/2014, 01:30 AM #67
Jefferson North Docks, Skylands Republic
A few seconds passed and the man, Troy, grabbed Miriah's hand and introduced himself. Troy Suchong. A very rare and unusual name. One that Miriah had most certainly never heard before. And his name only served to prove Troy's foreignness.
"Well, Troy, nice to meet you. The name's Miriah. Miriah Hartmann." Miriah returned before letting go of Troy's hand. With introductions done, Miriah then began to chalk up her game plan. With Troy at her side, Miriah now had to keep her promise and get Troy a ride. That part was simple. But as to how it could tie with Miriah's intentions of visiting Piltover and searching for treasure was another thing. After all, Miriah couldn't give up her Air Force duty so suddenly. Right now, Miriah just needed to put things into action and then deal with the finer things later.
"Now, about getting that ride," Miriah began to explain, "we'll need to head into the city to find the man we're looking for. Nice chap. Should be able to help us out. So, I hope you've visited this city before. Because from here, we're going to need to walk through the city to get to where we need to go." Upon finishing her explanation, Miriah began to lead Troy out of the docks and into the city. Before forgetting, Miriah turned around and looked at Olson's direction. "Take care, Olson. Hope to see you soon." She called out as the newly formed duo walked out of the docks and into the city of Jefferson. Their destination, the market.
A few seconds passed and the man, Troy, grabbed Miriah's hand and introduced himself. Troy Suchong. A very rare and unusual name. One that Miriah had most certainly never heard before. And his name only served to prove Troy's foreignness.
"Well, Troy, nice to meet you. The name's Miriah. Miriah Hartmann." Miriah returned before letting go of Troy's hand. With introductions done, Miriah then began to chalk up her game plan. With Troy at her side, Miriah now had to keep her promise and get Troy a ride. That part was simple. But as to how it could tie with Miriah's intentions of visiting Piltover and searching for treasure was another thing. After all, Miriah couldn't give up her Air Force duty so suddenly. Right now, Miriah just needed to put things into action and then deal with the finer things later.
"Now, about getting that ride," Miriah began to explain, "we'll need to head into the city to find the man we're looking for. Nice chap. Should be able to help us out. So, I hope you've visited this city before. Because from here, we're going to need to walk through the city to get to where we need to go." Upon finishing her explanation, Miriah began to lead Troy out of the docks and into the city. Before forgetting, Miriah turned around and looked at Olson's direction. "Take care, Olson. Hope to see you soon." She called out as the newly formed duo walked out of the docks and into the city of Jefferson. Their destination, the market.
Smash through the blocks that bar your way; No time for fear, just let it all fall away; Nobody believes in me and you, Just look at the way they stare; So what if we live in a walled garden, As long as I've got you then I don't care!
My Switch Friend Code: SW-1503-3394-5328
My NNID: OfficialTRXD
Steam: http://steamcommunity.com/id/lunapixu/
My Switch Friend Code: SW-1503-3394-5328
My NNID: OfficialTRXD
Steam: http://steamcommunity.com/id/lunapixu/
07/15/2014, 04:25 AM #68
Air space
As the ship flew smotthly towards its destination, Liwa headed to the armory where most of her weaponry was prepared. The redhead sat on a workbench and put her sniper rifle on it, then she started working on the grenade bullets for it´s secondary shot, the highly explosive round was made with care and time so it would be perfect "We don´t want to explode ourselves when shooting you don´t we?" she asked the bullet and put it on a box that held more bullets
Next came her melee weapon, the sword looked battered and old as she started polishing the blade and sharpened the edge, it´s special mechanism was rewired for a better outcome as she pulled the trigger and the sword had that glow of blue and smell of hot air.
As the ship flew smotthly towards its destination, Liwa headed to the armory where most of her weaponry was prepared. The redhead sat on a workbench and put her sniper rifle on it, then she started working on the grenade bullets for it´s secondary shot, the highly explosive round was made with care and time so it would be perfect "We don´t want to explode ourselves when shooting you don´t we?" she asked the bullet and put it on a box that held more bullets
Next came her melee weapon, the sword looked battered and old as she started polishing the blade and sharpened the edge, it´s special mechanism was rewired for a better outcome as she pulled the trigger and the sword had that glow of blue and smell of hot air.
Have you ever crossed the line between sanity and madness? You would be amazed by what lies beyond the fog..
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07/15/2014, 05:55 AM #69
Airspace
Thomas was sitting down in the one of the bedrooms, and worked on loading the ammunition on his weapons. "This goes here, that goes there, oh, and which one was the explosives again?" he muttered to himself. He was only loading his pistols and his revolver, as he almost never uses his rifle. Right now, he's loading his primary pistol with large bullets designed to pierce and one-shot enemies, and he's loading his secondary pistol with explosive ammunition to get past obstacles and to clear hordes of enemies. "Oh crap, I think I should bring reloads with me too, single clips are always not enough..." he said as he finished loading the ammunition. He started to work on loading his spare clips, in case of a fight. He thought that the job would be finished up fairly soon.
Thomas was sitting down in the one of the bedrooms, and worked on loading the ammunition on his weapons. "This goes here, that goes there, oh, and which one was the explosives again?" he muttered to himself. He was only loading his pistols and his revolver, as he almost never uses his rifle. Right now, he's loading his primary pistol with large bullets designed to pierce and one-shot enemies, and he's loading his secondary pistol with explosive ammunition to get past obstacles and to clear hordes of enemies. "Oh crap, I think I should bring reloads with me too, single clips are always not enough..." he said as he finished loading the ammunition. He started to work on loading his spare clips, in case of a fight. He thought that the job would be finished up fairly soon.
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tfw someone tries to shitpost
"Do not fear duress of any kind, even if determined or even pure;
rather, fear the clout of the glaring mantle at your side, ready to conserve."
rather, fear the clout of the glaring mantle at your side, ready to conserve."
07/15/2014, 05:33 PM #70
Jefferson, Skylands Republic - (@TRXD)
A lot of people here in Jefferson had names that sounded strange to Troy's ears. Joe, Bob, Nancy, Olson, Dale, and Jimmy were just a few of them, but Miriah didn't sound too strange. Just the right amount of syllables and the right inflexions. Troy was pleased to know that he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of Miriah by taking her hand, even if in the grand scheme of things it wouldn't have mattered. First impressions were very important, after all. With introductions over and the plans laid out, Troy followed the young woman about and out of Jefferson's north docks.
Troy wondered about this man Miriah was leading the both of them to. While all of what Troy had seen of Jefferson was pleasant and filled with welcoming students and civilians, he knew that there was an underbelly that housed criminals and other shady types. He hoped that this man didn't enforce any prerequisites or discriminate against those who didn't have much in their pockets. Then again, Miriah did say that the man was a 'nice chap', and Troy had no reason to distrust the young woman. She knew the city better than he did, so she was as right as rain.
"This city is filled with so many students eager to learn," Troy remarked as he followed alongside Miriah. With how she looked and acted, he felt like he was accompanying his own sister on a trip! "Have you studied here at the university, or one of them?"
A lot of people here in Jefferson had names that sounded strange to Troy's ears. Joe, Bob, Nancy, Olson, Dale, and Jimmy were just a few of them, but Miriah didn't sound too strange. Just the right amount of syllables and the right inflexions. Troy was pleased to know that he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of Miriah by taking her hand, even if in the grand scheme of things it wouldn't have mattered. First impressions were very important, after all. With introductions over and the plans laid out, Troy followed the young woman about and out of Jefferson's north docks.
Troy wondered about this man Miriah was leading the both of them to. While all of what Troy had seen of Jefferson was pleasant and filled with welcoming students and civilians, he knew that there was an underbelly that housed criminals and other shady types. He hoped that this man didn't enforce any prerequisites or discriminate against those who didn't have much in their pockets. Then again, Miriah did say that the man was a 'nice chap', and Troy had no reason to distrust the young woman. She knew the city better than he did, so she was as right as rain.
"This city is filled with so many students eager to learn," Troy remarked as he followed alongside Miriah. With how she looked and acted, he felt like he was accompanying his own sister on a trip! "Have you studied here at the university, or one of them?"