Moroz Drakon
Mard just continued to stare blankly at Lia, and Thomas as Lia with a oddly crooked smile as Lia walked away. He then turned to Thomas. "Ravendale? Only heard about it in books... That I threw out after reading the first paragraph. Other than that... nope! I ain't got a single idea as to what this Ravendale place is like." He answered as he turned to look out the window. As he looked out the window he got a nervous look on his face as he backed away. The thought that he will be high up in the air unnerves him. "If you'll excuse me I'm going to be... exploring this ship." He said as he walked away, ready to explore what all the ship has to see, as well as a place where he can feel at least more calm.
[IC]Clockwork Voyage
07/09/2014, 02:12 PM #42
[IC]Clockwork Voyage
Jefferson Docks, Skylands Republic
A few days ago...
"Take care of yourself, Troy," his sister said as she held the man in her arms. She looked up at him and smiled. "Could you bring me back a book or two?"
Troy smiled back and patted his younger sister's back. She was no child, but since she was still in her teens, she was considered a child in the eyes of the village. Troy enjoyed spending time with her and teaching her what he knew, and if there was anyone he truly trusted other than his parents, it was his sister.
"I'll be sure to do that," Troy replied. When the hug ended, the man turned to grab his pack and hat. "I hope I am not gone too long. I'll write as much as I can. Now, while I'm gone I'll need you to take care of mother and father."
"Both of them?" Lara scratched her head and sighed. "Alright. I'll do my best."
"Thank you."
The trip was scheduled for another day, but the trip to the port would take a few hours. Troy wanted to be prepared so he made sure that he packed a few provisions for the journey along with much of his money. He was gambling on his journey. The treasure might not even be there, but Troy wouldn't let that stop him. The adventure was what mattered. After making sure that he had everything all set, the man turned to his sister and gave her a friendly pat on the head.
"Take care of yourself, and please keep up with your studies while I'm gone."
"You're no fun," Lara said with a pout.
Troy figured Lara would have loved to see Jefferson. It really was a sight to see with all the modern architecture and steam powered machinery. Plus with all the students walking about it seemed that this was a fine place to learn a new craft. It filled Troy with satisfaction and hope to see so many people eager to learn, to acquire wisdom. Ah, but knowledge was meaningless unless it was used properly. These students didn't have anything to fear, so they would be just fine.
The breeze shook Troy back to the present. He spared another few glances at the universities in the distance before disposing of his styrofoam cup and slinging his pack over his shoulder. Time waits for no man. He descended a flight of stairs leading from the commercial district to the docks and gazed up at the massive airships docked there. Public transportation could only transport him so far, and to get to the more specific locations and cities, he needed to enlist the help of a pilot. Plus, Troy hoped that they had some bit of information on this Captain's treasure.
It seemed that most, if not all of the airships docked there were not equipped for simple travelers. They looked like cargo ships from a distance, but on closer inspection it looked like the ships belonged to the navy... Or Air Force. Troy had no idea how the military worked, after all, and it showed for others looking on. Already the monk had attracted a few odd looks from the 'sailors' moving equipment. No-one bothered the monk and he didn't bother them other than getting in their path every now and then.
The docks weren't exactly wide enough for people to pass each other comfortably, after all.
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Jefferson Docks, Skylands Republic
A few days ago...
"Take care of yourself, Troy," his sister said as she held the man in her arms. She looked up at him and smiled. "Could you bring me back a book or two?"
Troy smiled back and patted his younger sister's back. She was no child, but since she was still in her teens, she was considered a child in the eyes of the village. Troy enjoyed spending time with her and teaching her what he knew, and if there was anyone he truly trusted other than his parents, it was his sister.
"I'll be sure to do that," Troy replied. When the hug ended, the man turned to grab his pack and hat. "I hope I am not gone too long. I'll write as much as I can. Now, while I'm gone I'll need you to take care of mother and father."
"Both of them?" Lara scratched her head and sighed. "Alright. I'll do my best."
"Thank you."
The trip was scheduled for another day, but the trip to the port would take a few hours. Troy wanted to be prepared so he made sure that he packed a few provisions for the journey along with much of his money. He was gambling on his journey. The treasure might not even be there, but Troy wouldn't let that stop him. The adventure was what mattered. After making sure that he had everything all set, the man turned to his sister and gave her a friendly pat on the head.
"Take care of yourself, and please keep up with your studies while I'm gone."
"You're no fun," Lara said with a pout.
Troy figured Lara would have loved to see Jefferson. It really was a sight to see with all the modern architecture and steam powered machinery. Plus with all the students walking about it seemed that this was a fine place to learn a new craft. It filled Troy with satisfaction and hope to see so many people eager to learn, to acquire wisdom. Ah, but knowledge was meaningless unless it was used properly. These students didn't have anything to fear, so they would be just fine.
The breeze shook Troy back to the present. He spared another few glances at the universities in the distance before disposing of his styrofoam cup and slinging his pack over his shoulder. Time waits for no man. He descended a flight of stairs leading from the commercial district to the docks and gazed up at the massive airships docked there. Public transportation could only transport him so far, and to get to the more specific locations and cities, he needed to enlist the help of a pilot. Plus, Troy hoped that they had some bit of information on this Captain's treasure.
It seemed that most, if not all of the airships docked there were not equipped for simple travelers. They looked like cargo ships from a distance, but on closer inspection it looked like the ships belonged to the navy... Or Air Force. Troy had no idea how the military worked, after all, and it showed for others looking on. Already the monk had attracted a few odd looks from the 'sailors' moving equipment. No-one bothered the monk and he didn't bother them other than getting in their path every now and then.
The docks weren't exactly wide enough for people to pass each other comfortably, after all.
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07/09/2014, 06:09 PM #43
The Hogbacks - Olympus Plaza - Piltover, Skylands Republic
"Doc, you there?" Caitlyn asked as she opened an unlocked door at the second floor of the Hogbacks. Sure enough, there he was.
Doc was an old man, even older than Dolkey the bartender. He always smelled of strong rum, cigarette, and saltwater. He wore an old white shirt with worn out edges with ugly olive vest. Under that he wore beige cotton trouser. Doc lived as a veteran seafarer with modest price, but his base of operation is so shady and unapproached by the citizens of Piltover he hardly is able to earn enough money for the amount of alcohol he consumes.
"Huh wha?" Doc rustled as he got up from the bed he was sleeping on to find Caitlyn. Her ravishing beauty in fact startled Doc to the point he jumped up and fell back down. "Wh- is that you, Cait?"
"Yes, it's me." Caitlyn placed her rifle leaning to the wall, closed the door behind, and sat down. Doc readjusted his position to a sitting position on the bed. "Been 9 years, Doc."
"You grew up into a sexy woman, Cait. What led you here?" Doc squeezed his temples with his right hand. His left hand reached out to a table for a bottle of scotch.
"I was going to get my rifle upgraded, and figured I'll stop by to tell you something that'll interest you."
Doc sat upright. "And what'll that be...?"
Caitlyn's lips curled up to a smile. "Verdelion's log is found."
"Doc, you there?" Caitlyn asked as she opened an unlocked door at the second floor of the Hogbacks. Sure enough, there he was.
Doc was an old man, even older than Dolkey the bartender. He always smelled of strong rum, cigarette, and saltwater. He wore an old white shirt with worn out edges with ugly olive vest. Under that he wore beige cotton trouser. Doc lived as a veteran seafarer with modest price, but his base of operation is so shady and unapproached by the citizens of Piltover he hardly is able to earn enough money for the amount of alcohol he consumes.
"Huh wha?" Doc rustled as he got up from the bed he was sleeping on to find Caitlyn. Her ravishing beauty in fact startled Doc to the point he jumped up and fell back down. "Wh- is that you, Cait?"
"Yes, it's me." Caitlyn placed her rifle leaning to the wall, closed the door behind, and sat down. Doc readjusted his position to a sitting position on the bed. "Been 9 years, Doc."
"You grew up into a sexy woman, Cait. What led you here?" Doc squeezed his temples with his right hand. His left hand reached out to a table for a bottle of scotch.
"I was going to get my rifle upgraded, and figured I'll stop by to tell you something that'll interest you."
Doc sat upright. "And what'll that be...?"
Caitlyn's lips curled up to a smile. "Verdelion's log is found."
07/09/2014, 06:28 PM #44
Moroz Drakon
As mard and Thomas walked around the ship, Lia was looking at them through the cameras on the piloting room (Best inveestment on this thing") she thought smiling and got close to a microphone "Just to let you know guys, we are leaving in 2 minutes, I suggest you to either take a seat and strap yourselves or go to one of the bedrooms and same idea" she said as she started the engines fo the Sky Fox
As mard and Thomas walked around the ship, Lia was looking at them through the cameras on the piloting room (Best inveestment on this thing") she thought smiling and got close to a microphone "Just to let you know guys, we are leaving in 2 minutes, I suggest you to either take a seat and strap yourselves or go to one of the bedrooms and same idea" she said as she started the engines fo the Sky Fox
Have you ever crossed the line between sanity and madness? You would be amazed by what lies beyond the fog..
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07/09/2014, 10:35 PM #45
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"Listen up, you scrawny crew!" The captain shouted out once more. "This fortnight was a mixed one! We have had a couple of our regular incidents and we have had our sights! We have protected the skies of Jefferson once more! But in between our fights and our patrols, I saw examples of what I had to say was the worst behaviour from a crew I have ever seen! Laziness, rowdiness, lollygagging, and general chit-chat are amongst the numerous examples! This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Heisenberg! This is not a cruise ship nor one of the ships that you read in novels! The skies are filled with danger and pirates! And we need to be on! The! Lookout! Recruit or not, talented or lame, famous or infamous, you DO NOT have the right to sleep on the job! If the President, nay President Jefferson, saw this crew, he would be ashamed! What good is a crew that cannot even keep on its best behaviour?! Some of you, I will give another chance aboard my ship! But to some..." The captain lowered his volume and glared his eyes at several crewmembers. Miriah being the most frequent receiver of the glares. "... I will not forgive. I will send my report of this mission promptly! For now, you are all free to go about your typical duties! You are dismissed!"
Hearing the roaring tirade from the captain, Miriah did not know what to think. While Miriah could agree on not always being so serious on the job and taking the time to read or socialise, Miriah had little other option. In her 4 years, Miriah had learned not to take patrol duty too seriously. Especially around a city like Jefferson. While it did have its fair share of people and its renowned university, it was not necessarily trade-focused or as industrialised as other cities. So one couldn't really expect as much trouble as other Skyland cities. Furthermore, Miriah's job wasn't the same as the other crew. And despite her "polite conversations" with the captain, he refused to listen. How could Miriah explain her position or situation if the captain wouldn't even give a second to listen. Miriah was divided when it came down to this man. He berated his crew for laziness and threw a hidden insult to Miriah but at the same time, Miriah could understand his views. The crew itself may not have lived to his standards and it was rather more rowdy than serious. But it was all in a fortnight's worth of work. Surely, just getting the job done was all that was needed. It wasn't as if patrol duty was like engaging in a war or escorting the President. If the Heisenberg were in either situation, despite its contradictory build, then Miriah could understand.
Hoping to put the miserable crew of the Heisenberg behind her, Miriah stepped off the Heisenberg and began her long walk down the docks. Whatever awaited her here or in the city of Jefferson, Miriah didn't have much of a clue.
"Listen up, you scrawny crew!" The captain shouted out once more. "This fortnight was a mixed one! We have had a couple of our regular incidents and we have had our sights! We have protected the skies of Jefferson once more! But in between our fights and our patrols, I saw examples of what I had to say was the worst behaviour from a crew I have ever seen! Laziness, rowdiness, lollygagging, and general chit-chat are amongst the numerous examples! This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Heisenberg! This is not a cruise ship nor one of the ships that you read in novels! The skies are filled with danger and pirates! And we need to be on! The! Lookout! Recruit or not, talented or lame, famous or infamous, you DO NOT have the right to sleep on the job! If the President, nay President Jefferson, saw this crew, he would be ashamed! What good is a crew that cannot even keep on its best behaviour?! Some of you, I will give another chance aboard my ship! But to some..." The captain lowered his volume and glared his eyes at several crewmembers. Miriah being the most frequent receiver of the glares. "... I will not forgive. I will send my report of this mission promptly! For now, you are all free to go about your typical duties! You are dismissed!"
Hearing the roaring tirade from the captain, Miriah did not know what to think. While Miriah could agree on not always being so serious on the job and taking the time to read or socialise, Miriah had little other option. In her 4 years, Miriah had learned not to take patrol duty too seriously. Especially around a city like Jefferson. While it did have its fair share of people and its renowned university, it was not necessarily trade-focused or as industrialised as other cities. So one couldn't really expect as much trouble as other Skyland cities. Furthermore, Miriah's job wasn't the same as the other crew. And despite her "polite conversations" with the captain, he refused to listen. How could Miriah explain her position or situation if the captain wouldn't even give a second to listen. Miriah was divided when it came down to this man. He berated his crew for laziness and threw a hidden insult to Miriah but at the same time, Miriah could understand his views. The crew itself may not have lived to his standards and it was rather more rowdy than serious. But it was all in a fortnight's worth of work. Surely, just getting the job done was all that was needed. It wasn't as if patrol duty was like engaging in a war or escorting the President. If the Heisenberg were in either situation, despite its contradictory build, then Miriah could understand.
Hoping to put the miserable crew of the Heisenberg behind her, Miriah stepped off the Heisenberg and began her long walk down the docks. Whatever awaited her here or in the city of Jefferson, Miriah didn't have much of a clue.
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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07/09/2014, 11:50 PM #46
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"'Ey, 'erbert. Ya 'eard about w'at 'appened to Verdelion's crew?"
"No I haven't, Olson. What happened?"
Two skyfarers were chatting by, next to a hot dog stand, their conversation audible to both Miriah and Troy. North Dock of Jefferson was the most populated of all docks in the city of Jefferson, full of travelers wandering around looking helpless, soldiers of the Air Force gathering around before and after their patrols, and skyfarers, an equivalent of sailors to the realm of the sky, busy readying their ships for takeoff or unloading the cargo. One, named Olson, had the classic look of a farer: wearing crisp white sailor outfit with black ties and black suede shoes. He had no hat, and no hair, and his beard was large and impressive. The other, named Herbert, looked more like a scribe, with brass goggles resting on his forehead, indigo-colored robe, and copper prosthetic arm.
"Most of t'em died. Murdered, t'ey say. T'ey don't know w'o's be'ind it or why t'ey're dying, but people are reckoning t'at the killer is after t'e treasure." Olson said before he chugged on his bottle of rum. He was leaning on a heavy box of cargo he was carrying.
"Verdelion's treasure? If Verdelion's crew are murdered, then the treasure's location could be lost forever." Herbert sighed. While Olson's voice and gestures were loud and obnoxious, Herbert's were the direct opposite: quiet and withdrawn.
"A 'andful still lives to t'is day." Olson, finding that he drank all of his rum, smashed the bottle on the wooden dock floor, shattering it. He then proceeded to reach behind the box he was leaning on to get another bottle of rum. "And Verdelion 'as 'is log that 'as everyt'ing about t'e treasure. T'e location, t'e details of w'at's in it..."
"Come to think of it, aren't the military searching for the treasure as well? I heard the famous sheriff of Piltover is also close to finding it as well..." Herbert went off into a solitary muttering as Olson paid no mind and kept drinking. Conversations like this were the topic of interest to many explorers, but these two sounded like they knew about something that others did not.
"'Ey, 'erbert. Ya 'eard about w'at 'appened to Verdelion's crew?"
"No I haven't, Olson. What happened?"
Two skyfarers were chatting by, next to a hot dog stand, their conversation audible to both Miriah and Troy. North Dock of Jefferson was the most populated of all docks in the city of Jefferson, full of travelers wandering around looking helpless, soldiers of the Air Force gathering around before and after their patrols, and skyfarers, an equivalent of sailors to the realm of the sky, busy readying their ships for takeoff or unloading the cargo. One, named Olson, had the classic look of a farer: wearing crisp white sailor outfit with black ties and black suede shoes. He had no hat, and no hair, and his beard was large and impressive. The other, named Herbert, looked more like a scribe, with brass goggles resting on his forehead, indigo-colored robe, and copper prosthetic arm.
"Most of t'em died. Murdered, t'ey say. T'ey don't know w'o's be'ind it or why t'ey're dying, but people are reckoning t'at the killer is after t'e treasure." Olson said before he chugged on his bottle of rum. He was leaning on a heavy box of cargo he was carrying.
"Verdelion's treasure? If Verdelion's crew are murdered, then the treasure's location could be lost forever." Herbert sighed. While Olson's voice and gestures were loud and obnoxious, Herbert's were the direct opposite: quiet and withdrawn.
"A 'andful still lives to t'is day." Olson, finding that he drank all of his rum, smashed the bottle on the wooden dock floor, shattering it. He then proceeded to reach behind the box he was leaning on to get another bottle of rum. "And Verdelion 'as 'is log that 'as everyt'ing about t'e treasure. T'e location, t'e details of w'at's in it..."
"Come to think of it, aren't the military searching for the treasure as well? I heard the famous sheriff of Piltover is also close to finding it as well..." Herbert went off into a solitary muttering as Olson paid no mind and kept drinking. Conversations like this were the topic of interest to many explorers, but these two sounded like they knew about something that others did not.
07/10/2014, 04:26 AM #47
Jefferson Docks, Skylands Republic - (@Wriggle, slight mention of TRXD)
It soon became apparent to Troy that these docks weren't well-suited for a myriad of uses. They were primarily used for the Air Force and those affiliated with them. For Troy, this meant that he stuck out like a sore thumb with his modest robes. There were a few other 'sore thumbs' unloading cargo here and there from all corners of the world, and for that Troy felt reassured. He looked for any robes that matched his own, anything that showed someone who hailed from Namishima, but no luck. No worries though, Troy thought with a small smile on his lips.
A great airship had docked in the distance. Judging from the machinery and weaponry on board, it was some kind of battleship or patrol craft. Troy cared little for war and its instruments, but even he understood that for there to be peace there had to be war. This ship and its crew were there to safeguard the city and act as deterrence. An amiable goal to be sure given how many people resided in Jefferson. With the crew coming down from the ship, possibly on leave, Troy figured it would be a good chance to speak with one of them to figure out his next plan of action.
However, before he could seek out one of the crewmembers of the Heisenberg, Troy overheard a few sailors discussing Verdelion. This caught his attention in an instant and he had to stop to listen. After getting his fill of information he approached the two sailors and introduced himself.
"Pardon me, but I couldn't help but eavesdrop on your conversation," Troy interjected. He looked between the two and gave a small bow of his head and hands. "I too have heard of this Verdelion's treasure, but like you, I have no idea where it could be. Buried at sea, stashed in a cove, left on his person, or perhaps it isn't a physical treasure... Oh, forgive my musings. "
In many Galest texts and mantras there was talk of finding a sort of treasure that resided inside each and every human being. This treasure would be many things at once. Compassion, sympathy, wisdom, enlightenment, mudita, and more. This was spiritual in nature, but perhaps this great Verdelion's treasure wasn't spiritual else someone would have 'discovered' it already. Was it some kind of value, something that can't be easily exchanged? If that was true, then Troy was certain that the treasure was some kind of ancient knowledge or wisdom.
Troy could not deny that he felt a desire for this treasure, and hearing these two skyfarers talk about it only worsened it. He would not succumb to greed, but he would not turn down the opportunity either. There had to be a middle path. So far Troy was walking on that path to the treasure, as were many others. This middle path wasn't wide enough to fit the might of all the military and the reputation of a sheriff. One of these two, or another party, was bound to find the treasure in good time, and Troy was willing to bet they wouldn't mind a humble monk minding his steps by their side as they walked the path to the great treasure.
"You say that the military and a sheriff are looking for the treasure? Wouldn't the military be concerned with other things?" Troy asked.
It soon became apparent to Troy that these docks weren't well-suited for a myriad of uses. They were primarily used for the Air Force and those affiliated with them. For Troy, this meant that he stuck out like a sore thumb with his modest robes. There were a few other 'sore thumbs' unloading cargo here and there from all corners of the world, and for that Troy felt reassured. He looked for any robes that matched his own, anything that showed someone who hailed from Namishima, but no luck. No worries though, Troy thought with a small smile on his lips.
A great airship had docked in the distance. Judging from the machinery and weaponry on board, it was some kind of battleship or patrol craft. Troy cared little for war and its instruments, but even he understood that for there to be peace there had to be war. This ship and its crew were there to safeguard the city and act as deterrence. An amiable goal to be sure given how many people resided in Jefferson. With the crew coming down from the ship, possibly on leave, Troy figured it would be a good chance to speak with one of them to figure out his next plan of action.
However, before he could seek out one of the crewmembers of the Heisenberg, Troy overheard a few sailors discussing Verdelion. This caught his attention in an instant and he had to stop to listen. After getting his fill of information he approached the two sailors and introduced himself.
"Pardon me, but I couldn't help but eavesdrop on your conversation," Troy interjected. He looked between the two and gave a small bow of his head and hands. "I too have heard of this Verdelion's treasure, but like you, I have no idea where it could be. Buried at sea, stashed in a cove, left on his person, or perhaps it isn't a physical treasure... Oh, forgive my musings. "
In many Galest texts and mantras there was talk of finding a sort of treasure that resided inside each and every human being. This treasure would be many things at once. Compassion, sympathy, wisdom, enlightenment, mudita, and more. This was spiritual in nature, but perhaps this great Verdelion's treasure wasn't spiritual else someone would have 'discovered' it already. Was it some kind of value, something that can't be easily exchanged? If that was true, then Troy was certain that the treasure was some kind of ancient knowledge or wisdom.
Troy could not deny that he felt a desire for this treasure, and hearing these two skyfarers talk about it only worsened it. He would not succumb to greed, but he would not turn down the opportunity either. There had to be a middle path. So far Troy was walking on that path to the treasure, as were many others. This middle path wasn't wide enough to fit the might of all the military and the reputation of a sheriff. One of these two, or another party, was bound to find the treasure in good time, and Troy was willing to bet they wouldn't mind a humble monk minding his steps by their side as they walked the path to the great treasure.
"You say that the military and a sheriff are looking for the treasure? Wouldn't the military be concerned with other things?" Troy asked.
07/10/2014, 06:22 AM #48
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"Well hello there." Herbert greeted Troy with a bow. "You can join in on our discussion if you'd please."
"'U', you look like you're one of t'ose Namis'ima people. I've been t'ere once, t'e ladies were lovely." Olson chuckled heartily.
"The military is concerned that the treasure of Captain Verdelion, a legendary pirate who plundered the seas and the skies, building a criminal syndicate 20 years ago, may fall into the wrong hands. They say they want to make the treasure secure for everyone to use... bah, it's nonsense." Herbert explained to Troy about the reason behind the military's involvement.
"I bet t'ey're in for it because of t'e ric' corrupt government fools trying to earn t'emselves some fame." Olson mumbled under his consumption of rum. "Bloody aristocrats... it's all about t'e money, e'?"
"The sheriff of Piltover... well I heard she is a very exemplary peacekeeper..." Herbert began, but Olson rudely cut him off with a guffaw and a comment.
"S'e's t'e best s'ot I 'ave ever seen! S'e can paint a black dot on a w'ite piece of paper, send it out on a blimp, and s'oot it down from two miles away! And s'e's t'e most 'eartstoppingly beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
"Well... as I was about to say..." Herbert groaned as Olson went into a drunken frenzy of laughter. "Rumor has it that the sheriff of Piltover is searching for the treasure to improve her citizens' lives. I would believe that she is one of the pursuers of the treasure that does not have ill intention of use."
"Well hello there." Herbert greeted Troy with a bow. "You can join in on our discussion if you'd please."
"'U', you look like you're one of t'ose Namis'ima people. I've been t'ere once, t'e ladies were lovely." Olson chuckled heartily.
"The military is concerned that the treasure of Captain Verdelion, a legendary pirate who plundered the seas and the skies, building a criminal syndicate 20 years ago, may fall into the wrong hands. They say they want to make the treasure secure for everyone to use... bah, it's nonsense." Herbert explained to Troy about the reason behind the military's involvement.
"I bet t'ey're in for it because of t'e ric' corrupt government fools trying to earn t'emselves some fame." Olson mumbled under his consumption of rum. "Bloody aristocrats... it's all about t'e money, e'?"
"The sheriff of Piltover... well I heard she is a very exemplary peacekeeper..." Herbert began, but Olson rudely cut him off with a guffaw and a comment.
"S'e's t'e best s'ot I 'ave ever seen! S'e can paint a black dot on a w'ite piece of paper, send it out on a blimp, and s'oot it down from two miles away! And s'e's t'e most 'eartstoppingly beautiful woman I've ever seen!"
"Well... as I was about to say..." Herbert groaned as Olson went into a drunken frenzy of laughter. "Rumor has it that the sheriff of Piltover is searching for the treasure to improve her citizens' lives. I would believe that she is one of the pursuers of the treasure that does not have ill intention of use."
07/10/2014, 06:48 PM #49
Jefferson Docks, Skylands Republic - (@Wriggle, slight mention of TRXD)
Troy gave a small chuckle at Olson's statement. Namishima did in fact have plenty of lovely ladies, but the same could be said of every country. There were beautiful women everywhere in the world. All one had to do was to look carefully. Namishima women were of a plainer sort than other women in the world because they hardly used makeup or dressed up in fancy robes. Everybody led a minimalist life there, although if you had a good eye you might be able to spot a lady whose features were much more defined and welcoming than others.
It seemed that both of these sailors had good sets of ears to pick up all this information on Verdelion's treasure, but they didn't seem to have a high opinion of the military or politics. Troy didn't blame them, but his opinion didn't carry much weight given that he didn't put much stock in politics. He did, however, find the idea behind the military's involvement to be of good intentions. If the military secured the treasure, all the wealth would be equally divided amongst the various branches or citizens given how many voices were involved. Corrupt or not, a government run by many able bodies would be more able to spread the wealth than a lone sheriff.
Then again, the efforts of one man or woman could do more than an entire government in some cases. If this sheriff of Piltover indeed had a mind to help out her citizens then she could easily do so. After finding the treasure, any other problem would seem much smaller in comparison and easily rectified. Troy's interest was peeked on this subject, and it showed in his character. He leaned forward and hung on Olson's words, however hard they were to understand with such a rich accent.
"Do any of you happen to have a picture of this sheriff?" Troy asked.
Last edited by Major Mario; 07/11/2014, 08:48 PM. Troy gave a small chuckle at Olson's statement. Namishima did in fact have plenty of lovely ladies, but the same could be said of every country. There were beautiful women everywhere in the world. All one had to do was to look carefully. Namishima women were of a plainer sort than other women in the world because they hardly used makeup or dressed up in fancy robes. Everybody led a minimalist life there, although if you had a good eye you might be able to spot a lady whose features were much more defined and welcoming than others.
It seemed that both of these sailors had good sets of ears to pick up all this information on Verdelion's treasure, but they didn't seem to have a high opinion of the military or politics. Troy didn't blame them, but his opinion didn't carry much weight given that he didn't put much stock in politics. He did, however, find the idea behind the military's involvement to be of good intentions. If the military secured the treasure, all the wealth would be equally divided amongst the various branches or citizens given how many voices were involved. Corrupt or not, a government run by many able bodies would be more able to spread the wealth than a lone sheriff.
Then again, the efforts of one man or woman could do more than an entire government in some cases. If this sheriff of Piltover indeed had a mind to help out her citizens then she could easily do so. After finding the treasure, any other problem would seem much smaller in comparison and easily rectified. Troy's interest was peeked on this subject, and it showed in his character. He leaned forward and hung on Olson's words, however hard they were to understand with such a rich accent.
"Do any of you happen to have a picture of this sheriff?" Troy asked.
07/10/2014, 11:01 PM #50
Jefferson North Dock, Skylands Republic
"I took a picture of her performing the feat Olson mentioned using a steam-powered photo capturing device." Herbert said as he flipped several pages from a large, thin book he was holding with his prosthetic hand. It was a sort of a photo album, hosting pictures of various subjects from portraiture to landscape to studio. The photo that Herbert showed Troy was a dark-haired woman either in her late 20s or early 30s, holding a custom-built copper-embellished sniper rifle, firing a single shot at an unknown target: most likely the black dot on a white paper planted on a box that was being carried by a blimp 2 miles away. She was wearing a short strapless purple dress with two leather belts, one supporting her chest and one on her waist.
"I took a picture of her performing the feat Olson mentioned using a steam-powered photo capturing device." Herbert said as he flipped several pages from a large, thin book he was holding with his prosthetic hand. It was a sort of a photo album, hosting pictures of various subjects from portraiture to landscape to studio. The photo that Herbert showed Troy was a dark-haired woman either in her late 20s or early 30s, holding a custom-built copper-embellished sniper rifle, firing a single shot at an unknown target: most likely the black dot on a white paper planted on a box that was being carried by a blimp 2 miles away. She was wearing a short strapless purple dress with two leather belts, one supporting her chest and one on her waist.