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Fan-Based Distant Worlds

Discussion in 'Orthodox Fan-Based Role-Play' started by Golden Sun, Jan 11, 2017 at 1:57 PM.

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  1. Golden Sun

    Golden Sun Well-Known Member Member

    Local Time:
    5:45 AM
    A shining bright day had dawned over the chocobo farm. A surprising calm reigned. Things were going well – for the time being, at any rate. There was no telling how long that’d last for a multitude of reasons not the least of which was the nature of the owner of that very farm. Lotin the blue mage had a knack for getting carried away or otherwise stepping right into a maelstrom of accidents, mistakes, questionably safe experiments and the like. Still the farm stood relatively safe and sound all this while and there’d been no major incidents of late. In a way it was calm and peaceful, in another it was boring and drab. But beneath the bright blue sky, in the wide, rolling green fields that stretched out in every direction anything and everything seemed possible at times. Sometimes, too, there was good reason for it. Occasionally some calamity or another befell the people of the farm, if only of a less serious nature most of the time, or other troubles perhaps of a more serious tone swept over the land around them. It’d been a long time since too much had gone on, though that was soon to be remedied. Lotin was the owner of the small but successful farm, the cause of most of its ups and downs, and was always prone to a roving foot. Even then he was making ready to be on his way on another adventure. Some time ago, too long for his impatient taste, he’d taken a trip to the Great Salt Lake and whilst studying the ancient, dried out lake he’d been forced to flee or fall to the overwhelming number of hostile creatures lurking about. It’d been these he’d gone out to study but they’d proven a bit too much. Now, though, he was better prepared.

    With rolling green stretching out in every direction all around and bright blue shining overhead Lotin felt some unshakeable sense of rightness in his departure. All was well at the farm and that was well and good but it also meant he was no longer needed. His presence no longer required then he gave into the constant sense of longing for adventure, discovery and to delve into some new research project or another. Soon he’d be flinging himself into Esthar’s wild lands and braving the bony, dried out expanse of the Great Salt Lake once more. Soon he’d trade in the bright blue and verdant fields for the dried out, whitened, fossil laden and dangerous expanse of the dried out lake. It’s memory was a great motivator. Once already Lotin had set out on this journey and once he’d been repulsed. A second time he was determined would be more successful. This time he would stick through it all no matter what was thrown his way.

    With that determination Lotin felt fairly confident as he’d gathered his things and after what felt an eternity to his energetic soul finally set out once more on his adventure. He anticipated a good length trip if all went well but assured his subordinates that he wouldn’t be gone long enough for the place to fall apart, at least not any more than it sometimes did under his watchful eye. But all the while he traveled, crossing over land and sea and drawing with every moment nearer to his bleak destination Lotin found his mind shifting over to if not equally bleak thoughts than ones more so than before. He attributed this simply to remember what’d come of his last outing and reassured himself that such wouldn’t be the case the second time around. Still the feeling not only persisted as Lotin found himself entering the last leg of his journey to the sight of his research but growing as the place came into view. Again he assured himself this was only the recollection of his last less than pleasant departure from those parts and nothing more; still that feeling of uneasiness and a sense of dreadful events soon to come lingered and shadowed his every step as he strode as confidently as possible into the Great Salt Lake. Even as Lotin went about setting up his camp and preparing for his extended stay he continued to feel the growth of the strange sensation, the feeling of doom approaching, slowly, as if across vast gulfs of time and space but inexorably not unlike the undead creatures which lurked there in his midst. It continued to be a distraction even as Lotin set about his work and harried him long into the night as he lay down to rest.
     
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  2. Queen of Hell

    Queen of Hell GP's Evil Queen Member

    Local Time:
    11:45 AM
    Balfonheim port - home of pirates and sky pirates, where the trades are constant, sailors running through the streets of the city, carrying supplies and pushing people away without apologizing, as the ships have gotten all kinds of things for Cornelia, some would call her the man of the house, but in reality it's a petite girl with a very short temper who has taken Reddas' place after he died to protect princess Ashelia and her party. The tragedy was undeniably felt in the little trading city, but Cornelia gave her all to make it busy and crowded once again, bringing all the trades back on it's feet. As she got the news that the ships have docked, Cornelia exited the bar Whitecap and headed to the port Villa. The sound of friendly banter could be heard along with the waves crashing against the ships and the seagulls flying up and about, while the captain yelled orders. Once she boarded the ship, she was satisfied the fact that it didn't smell like fish, as it usually does, which means that this was no ordinary catch. "A'ight Davenport, what d'ya got?" She grinned as she approached the captain that handed her the paper. "Magicite, check; nethicite, check; oooh, you visited Archades, I see..." The ginger girl said with a chuckle as she saw all the worthy supplies they got from the city of Archades, knowing that the Imperials might be at their tail. She ordered few of her men to bring the supplies off the ship, so she can set the prices up.

    She sighed once she set up everything in her warehouse, taking her clipboard, everything that they've got with them was written on the paper, as usual she would check the things, set the prices, prepare both ships and airships and begin the promised trades of the stolen goods. She looked at a very interesting stone artifact with a strange monstrous features with red eyes and she looked at the paper. "Raithwall? What idiot went there?" She spoke to herself, but shrugged it off, setting some high prices. Ancient vases, totems of Jahara, endless amounts of gold and diamonds, it was a very good catch, it's been months since they had it this good. Once she was done, lazily heading out of the warehouse, seeing how dark it has gotten. It was dark enough for the storm to hit.

    "Freckles, come see this!" Davenport called out to her, as she ran over to the port Villa, only to see the sea raging. "Looks like the storm is hitting real fast." He said as Cornelia frowned. "What storm!? It was a sailing weather! This isn't good..." She said as she observed the waves getting bigger and stronger, it raged. But suddenly, the waves didn't hit the port, but started pulling away. Both Davenport and Cornelia frowned in confusion seeing the waves going absolutely still and there was nothing but silence. People that didn't leave for their homes noticed the silence and were utterly disturbed. There was no wind or sea breeze, the water was terrifyingly and unnaturally still... Just like the calm before the storm.
     
  3. Golden Sun

    Golden Sun Well-Known Member Member

    Local Time:
    5:45 AM
    Things had been going swimmingly since Lotin’s arrival at the Great Salt Lake. For all the worries he’d had and the feeling at the back of his mind that something would go amiss nothing had. His entire first day spent there and the ensuing night had passed without incident. He’d risen early the next day so as to give him as much time as possible to study his environment and, more importantly, the creatures that inhabited it. Previously they’d overwhelmed him and run him off but now Lotin had better prepared himself. Now he knew what to anticipate and that would go a long way toward heading off any future disasters. This time Lotin might actually manage to gain some useful information during the period of his visit, something other than just how fast one has to move in order to out run the gruesome, hostile things had abounded in that most dreary of places.

    All the same he’d risen in good spirits and gone about his morning in a similar state but that didn’t last long. He wasn’t there to enjoy himself and as light hearted as he could usually be Lotin took his studies at least somewhat seriously, more over as happily as he’d risen that day as it dragged on he started to once more have a very strange, inexplicable but very real if intangible feeling of doom creep over him. It was not an instantaneous and overwhelming sense of immediate corporeal harm coming to him, in fact he hardly felt any temporal threat to himself specifically beyond what he already knew to be lurking in the Great Salt Lake. But still as he began wandering and making notes, taking pictures and mapping the lay of the land and scribbling notes in regards to how this might affect the nature and behavior and abilities of the beasts to be found there it lingered and grew just as if it’d never gone away the other day. Just the same as it’d never left it’d come creeping up on him with all the strength it’d had before and settled in and all day Lotin couldn’t shake the feeling. Nothing untoward happened for the entirety of the day at least not in a direct sense but the skies did begin to blacken eventually and a tension ran through the air that was easy to sense. Lotin wrote his uneasiness off now as nothing more than the approach of bad weather combined with his worries for a repeat of what’d happened during his last trip. Again he assured himself nothing was amiss and returned to his work.

    Then a suddenly realization struck Lotin as he was walking along and he halted mid-step, notes in hand and raised his eyes to look at everything around himself. This place had once long, long ago been quite full of life. That’d been beyond any recent memory. For all anyone knew of the place it’d always been a house of the dead or otherwise ominous and quiet but there was something now in the air, a sense of dread quietude, stillness and emptiness in a worldly sense; paradoxically Lotin felt there might be something more to it, something less worldly and easily explained. And then the first of the mighty spikes of lightning flashed blindingly and split the darkened environment for a moment and then a peal of thunder which shook the earth beneath Lotin’s feet. Something was very, very wrong after all and it was only just beginning.
     
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  4. Queen of Hell

    Queen of Hell GP's Evil Queen Member

    Local Time:
    11:45 AM
    Cornelia and Davenport started shooing everyone off the port, no one even reconsidered about staying to see what's going to happen, thinking it will end pretty soon. As Cornelia looked towards the endless seas, right in the center, the blinding flash of thunder disturbed the waves and the ground shook, as the exploding sound of echoed in the skies. All that silence now has disappeared, as the waves hit harder and something like lightning shapes all around the place have been creating strange images. The horizon was not to be seen, as a strange island appeared out of nowhere, causing the ship rock hard and destroy the port. Cornelia looked at the skies, seeing airships appearing from out of nowhere and flying around in insane speed. Davenport pointed towards the north in the sky, only to see some sort of an planet, almost like a moon with strange extensions from it.

    People were screaming and running for their lives as creatures absolutely unknown to them started appearing. One eyed round monster, with big bat wings was shooting at everyone with it's gaze, while there was another monster, almost big as their houses, created out of unnatural materials and smaller, red panther like creatures followed, hunting everyone down. Davenport ran over to help one man that was being dragged off, as Cornelia screamed. "What are you doing?!" She ran after him, only for Davenport to be dragged off as well by the three, robotic creatures. He was screaming as he disappeared in the crowd and Cornelia shook her head in disbelief, seeing that this is hopeless. Some tried to fight the monsters off, while the majority luckily ran off. Cornelia didn't waste any time as she ran to the aerodrome to the east, while most of the people did the same. She pushed through the crowd and found her way to her precious airship DeVile, running inside and closing the door.

    Cornelia buckled up as she pressed a few buttons and pulled a lever, as the gates have opened for her and not saving on gas, she sped into the distance, turning on the radio. Most of the stations didn't work, but the ones that did, announced the disaster all around Ivalice. Some wanted to blame the mist, which was recently found out that it came from a place that's made out of nethicite called Giruvegan, for which was believed that it's celestial. But Cornelia knew this wasn't mist, it was something else. Her jaw dropped as she saw the entire landscape has changed. There are cities, mountains, lakes and forests in places where they shouldn't be. It was like it's an entirely different world.
     

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