@hyperspace All good! It doesn't gotta be perfect, and there'll be plenty of story to go. If you're struggling with what to write, I just need to know what path y'all want to take. If you're looking to have it written more eloquently, I can help by narrating y'all's actions
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TOPIC | Apocalypse Roadtrip - LF 4 players
@hyperspace All good! It doesn't gotta be perfect, and there'll be plenty of story to go. If you're struggling with what to write, I just need to know what path y'all want to take. If you're looking to have it written more eloquently, I can help by narrating y'all's actions
@Silvervampire (cool if I join in and put a character sheet in the thread?)
@Silvervampire (cool if I join in and put a character sheet in the thread?)
-> The cryptid writing lab reports in your basement
Name: Velleities
Pronouns: He/him
Dragon breed and element type: Fathom; Arcane
Past Life: Courier/messenger
2 Traits: Dexterous; experiences very strange (almost prophetic?) dreams sometimes
Daily Life: Velleities, like his father, was a major component of the Astrolex Lab Association's communication and courier system with the other flights. Often away from home, he saw the portals begin to emerge across the land over the next decade or so. The lab association worked closely with the Ambassadors... and then the war with the USF broke out across the nation.
There was utter chaos. The main lab association HQ was utterly destroyed in the skies above the Arcane Isles, practically vaporized back into stardust by the USF. While some residents may have survived, there was no way for him to know if this was true, as he was away from home at the time. It was silly, but he had a dream about the HQ being ground to dust the previous week, so he had hesitated to come home. He now wanders, winding up in the Viridian Labyrinth. He's not sure where to go now, but he knows one thing for certain: he wants closure regarding his father and mother.
Goal: Seeking to reunite with his father if possible, and to unite as many scattered dragons across Sornieth as possible. He's not exactly building a "resistance", per se, but growing up in the lab association has always made him believe anything can be accomplished with enough claws and minds working together... maybe even the impossible.
Inventory: A personal journal, an annotated map of Sornieth, a compass, a satchel, his hat, a fishing net, unknown metallic cube-shaped object of alien origin that may or may not be a mini robot... if he could figure out how to turn it on, that is.
Name: Velleities
Pronouns: He/him
Dragon breed and element type: Fathom; Arcane
Past Life: Courier/messenger
2 Traits: Dexterous; experiences very strange (almost prophetic?) dreams sometimes
Daily Life: Velleities, like his father, was a major component of the Astrolex Lab Association's communication and courier system with the other flights. Often away from home, he saw the portals begin to emerge across the land over the next decade or so. The lab association worked closely with the Ambassadors... and then the war with the USF broke out across the nation.
There was utter chaos. The main lab association HQ was utterly destroyed in the skies above the Arcane Isles, practically vaporized back into stardust by the USF. While some residents may have survived, there was no way for him to know if this was true, as he was away from home at the time. It was silly, but he had a dream about the HQ being ground to dust the previous week, so he had hesitated to come home. He now wanders, winding up in the Viridian Labyrinth. He's not sure where to go now, but he knows one thing for certain: he wants closure regarding his father and mother.
Goal: Seeking to reunite with his father if possible, and to unite as many scattered dragons across Sornieth as possible. He's not exactly building a "resistance", per se, but growing up in the lab association has always made him believe anything can be accomplished with enough claws and minds working together... maybe even the impossible.
Inventory: A personal journal, an annotated map of Sornieth, a compass, a satchel, his hat, a fishing net, unknown metallic cube-shaped object of alien origin that may or may not be a mini robot... if he could figure out how to turn it on, that is.
-> The cryptid writing lab reports in your basement
@PastelPerryton I think we can fit 1 more! 5 players ain't too tough for me :>
@PastelPerryton I think we can fit 1 more! 5 players ain't too tough for me :>
Name: Starship
Pronouns: She/They
Dragon breed and element type: Lightning Sandsurge
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Past life: Mechanic/Astrophysicist
2 traits: Volatile, incredibly talented with physics and machinery
Daily life: Starship maintained a relatively normal life for a time even after the portals, being so closed off in her pursuit of raw knowledge they failed to see the gorgeous and chaotic complication of the enigmatic portals that plagued sornieth. Though after learning of them you'd be hard pressed to find someone more excited to work on the portals and their shrouded origins. Starship fell into a deep research fueled frenzy so to speak, hardly eating or drinking, fueled and sustained by the sheer volume of possibility and knowledge this presented to their obsessive astrophysics work. Eaten alive by curiosity and unbriddled whimsy her focus began to shift with the arrival of these aliens. Strange and discomforting though with tech that felt like a cold drink in the hottest desert. Her eyes trained toward the spacecraft and strange metaloid alloys they brought with them. Trustworthy? No. Viscerally intriguing? Very much so. So she spent her time trying to get close and gain favor with the untrusted new folk, months worth of working up to get her claws in a saucer. All for naught when war broke the quiet dawn. They fled their home on the expanse of sand and machinations after the first instance of fighting. Fleeing northwest in a hope to salvage her life and use their knowledge of the dreaded interlopers and their untouchable tech to give their people an advantage.
Goal: Wants more than anything to get a chance to pilot and work with a true alien spacecraft, hoping to apply alien tech to life altering and even life saving equipment.
Inventory: A fritzed out translator(currently inoperable), fruit snacks, bike chain figet toy, mechanics toolset, rechargeable battery pack, notepad and charcoals, all placed in a disorganized leather shoulder satchel
Name: Starship
Pronouns: She/They
Dragon breed and element type: Lightning Sandsurge
Past life: Mechanic/Astrophysicist
2 traits: Volatile, incredibly talented with physics and machinery
Daily life: Starship maintained a relatively normal life for a time even after the portals, being so closed off in her pursuit of raw knowledge they failed to see the gorgeous and chaotic complication of the enigmatic portals that plagued sornieth. Though after learning of them you'd be hard pressed to find someone more excited to work on the portals and their shrouded origins. Starship fell into a deep research fueled frenzy so to speak, hardly eating or drinking, fueled and sustained by the sheer volume of possibility and knowledge this presented to their obsessive astrophysics work. Eaten alive by curiosity and unbriddled whimsy her focus began to shift with the arrival of these aliens. Strange and discomforting though with tech that felt like a cold drink in the hottest desert. Her eyes trained toward the spacecraft and strange metaloid alloys they brought with them. Trustworthy? No. Viscerally intriguing? Very much so. So she spent her time trying to get close and gain favor with the untrusted new folk, months worth of working up to get her claws in a saucer. All for naught when war broke the quiet dawn. They fled their home on the expanse of sand and machinations after the first instance of fighting. Fleeing northwest in a hope to salvage her life and use their knowledge of the dreaded interlopers and their untouchable tech to give their people an advantage.
Goal: Wants more than anything to get a chance to pilot and work with a true alien spacecraft, hoping to apply alien tech to life altering and even life saving equipment.
Inventory: A fritzed out translator(currently inoperable), fruit snacks, bike chain figet toy, mechanics toolset, rechargeable battery pack, notepad and charcoals, all placed in a disorganized leather shoulder satchel
Pronouns: She/They
Dragon breed and element type: Lightning Sandsurge
Past life: Mechanic/Astrophysicist
2 traits: Volatile, incredibly talented with physics and machinery
Daily life: Starship maintained a relatively normal life for a time even after the portals, being so closed off in her pursuit of raw knowledge they failed to see the gorgeous and chaotic complication of the enigmatic portals that plagued sornieth. Though after learning of them you'd be hard pressed to find someone more excited to work on the portals and their shrouded origins. Starship fell into a deep research fueled frenzy so to speak, hardly eating or drinking, fueled and sustained by the sheer volume of possibility and knowledge this presented to their obsessive astrophysics work. Eaten alive by curiosity and unbriddled whimsy her focus began to shift with the arrival of these aliens. Strange and discomforting though with tech that felt like a cold drink in the hottest desert. Her eyes trained toward the spacecraft and strange metaloid alloys they brought with them. Trustworthy? No. Viscerally intriguing? Very much so. So she spent her time trying to get close and gain favor with the untrusted new folk, months worth of working up to get her claws in a saucer. All for naught when war broke the quiet dawn. They fled their home on the expanse of sand and machinations after the first instance of fighting. Fleeing northwest in a hope to salvage her life and use their knowledge of the dreaded interlopers and their untouchable tech to give their people an advantage.
Goal: Wants more than anything to get a chance to pilot and work with a true alien spacecraft, hoping to apply alien tech to life altering and even life saving equipment.
Inventory: A fritzed out translator(currently inoperable), fruit snacks, bike chain figet toy, mechanics toolset, rechargeable battery pack, notepad and charcoals, all placed in a disorganized leather shoulder satchel