Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2017 4:21:24 GMT -4
(The original thread, for those interested.)
NAME: Cerpin Nepsis The Pious
HT (Height): 192 CM
WT (Weight): 82 KG
HAIR (Color): N/A
EYES (Color): Green
SEX: M
AGE: 25
PHOTOGRAPH (Description): A tall gaunt man with a shaved head, notable markings include crosses burned into the backs of his hand with some kind of branding wire. His left arm has 'Coagula' tattooed on the inner arm, while 'Solve' is tattooed on the other. He was wearing a short sleeved dress shirt with some kind of red and gold striped tie crudely wrapped around his neck, with crude pot metal wrapped around it as armor. After refusing a search he struck down the security officer. He claimed he was 'going to reclaim what was his' and rushed through the security gates swiftly. We saw nothing of him since. Case still open.
imgur.com/a/OfEB8
Where you’re headed: YAROSLAV
Pocket contents: A piece of sharpened metal with a grip made of cloth and some pocket change.
You board the transport blimp, which seems to be manned by plenty of armed guards. There is no system of regulation or investigation in these skies, just men with guns that may or may not know how to use them. When the rest of the passengers board, the guard closest to the entry door shuts and locks it. The intercom turns on, and a man begins speaking.
"Yes, hello, this is captain speaking. Today we are taking one way visit to Yaroslav. Please do not strangle fellow passenger or attempt to flee through windows mid-flight, and this will be fine ride. Thank you."
You take a seat as you feel the blimp slowly take flight. The windows of the floating transport allow you to look out as the platform below grows ever smaller, and the people ever more insignificant. You finally leave the floating landmass, and see the brooding miasma beneath everything. No one pays it any heed, however, and you flight continues on its merry way. What brings an end to this happy little trip is not the darkness that lurks below, but the trouble that lurks above. It seems your departure hadn't gone unnoticed, and soon enough your ride was being hailed by a group of pirates. The guards aboard, which ones can use their weapons at least, prepare for a fight, while the intercom once again comes online.
"Yes this is captain. Bad pirates come. Please do not worry, they will die to bullets. If you have weapon that fires bullets or can use weapon that fires bullets, we also ask that you defend your fellow passenger. Thank."
The intercom cuts out again, and the others aboard begin to panic. The guards move away from their firing positions in an effort to calm them, which leaves you an open space to take their place as the pirates move ever closer.
NAME: Cerpin Nepsis The Pious
HT (Height): 192 CM
WT (Weight): 82 KG
HAIR (Color): N/A
EYES (Color): Green
SEX: M
AGE: 25
PHOTOGRAPH (Description): A tall gaunt man with a shaved head, notable markings include crosses burned into the backs of his hand with some kind of branding wire. His left arm has 'Coagula' tattooed on the inner arm, while 'Solve' is tattooed on the other. He was wearing a short sleeved dress shirt with some kind of red and gold striped tie crudely wrapped around his neck, with crude pot metal wrapped around it as armor. After refusing a search he struck down the security officer. He claimed he was 'going to reclaim what was his' and rushed through the security gates swiftly. We saw nothing of him since. Case still open.
imgur.com/a/OfEB8
Where you’re headed: YAROSLAV
Pocket contents: A piece of sharpened metal with a grip made of cloth and some pocket change.
You board the transport blimp, which seems to be manned by plenty of armed guards. There is no system of regulation or investigation in these skies, just men with guns that may or may not know how to use them. When the rest of the passengers board, the guard closest to the entry door shuts and locks it. The intercom turns on, and a man begins speaking.
"Yes, hello, this is captain speaking. Today we are taking one way visit to Yaroslav. Please do not strangle fellow passenger or attempt to flee through windows mid-flight, and this will be fine ride. Thank you."
You take a seat as you feel the blimp slowly take flight. The windows of the floating transport allow you to look out as the platform below grows ever smaller, and the people ever more insignificant. You finally leave the floating landmass, and see the brooding miasma beneath everything. No one pays it any heed, however, and you flight continues on its merry way. What brings an end to this happy little trip is not the darkness that lurks below, but the trouble that lurks above. It seems your departure hadn't gone unnoticed, and soon enough your ride was being hailed by a group of pirates. The guards aboard, which ones can use their weapons at least, prepare for a fight, while the intercom once again comes online.
"Yes this is captain. Bad pirates come. Please do not worry, they will die to bullets. If you have weapon that fires bullets or can use weapon that fires bullets, we also ask that you defend your fellow passenger. Thank."
The intercom cuts out again, and the others aboard begin to panic. The guards move away from their firing positions in an effort to calm them, which leaves you an open space to take their place as the pirates move ever closer.
