"Please, come forward and present any papers of qualifications you possess." The clerk behind the desk says, looking at you. "This isn't a line situation."
Grimthor looks around awkwardly as he is addressed. “I do apologize, I am not entirely familiar with the formal process around here.” He quickly takes out his citizenship papers, and he hands him a medallion that proves his membership of the Mechanics a guild and a part of the Bloodsmith branch. ”I am an apprentice mechanic and blacksmith registered with the guild. My concentration is in Macromechanics, with a dabbling of Electrical arrays. I am looking forward to anyway I can be of service.”
Rhoda is enthusiastically walking down the street towards the depot, she has a large brown leather bag on, and papers in her hand,
"Hello, um... Here you go!" She says, pretty excited, and not as formal as everybody else
She hands him the papers. She has a light-tan button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and over that is a light brown leather corset, she also has similarly colored boots and pants.
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A small, green creature stumbles over his scaly feet as he runs towards the depot. His shell is a slick brown material that shines warmly in the light. Again, he stumbles, falls. Papers flutter to the ground. He scoops up as many as he can as he continues to run. One is swept away before he can reach it.
Dear reader. I hope this letter finds you in good health. The military office is calling up able bodied men and women to work for the Edinbrail company, for services on a concept devised to aid work across the channel. More details will be provided on your arrival. Compliance will result in free living quarters, food, pay, and entrance into the company, where I’m sure you’ll meet many like minded folk. You’ve been sent this after the office reviewed your talents and interests, that fit well with what we are looking for. If this interests you, we will see you at noon on the 21 of March, at the military depot, city centre. No sooner, no later. We have sent 5 gold pieces with this letter, which will hopefully pay for your travels. If you are not interested in this, you can forget about this letter and continue as normal. The choice is yours.
“No, no, no . . .” he mumbles in despair. He should have double-checked the flyer. Of course he should have. City folks always double-check their flyers, so why didn’t he? At the very least, he should have asked his mum what in all Aveanor a “depot” was before leaving. It was a stupid mistake, and now Kolbi will have to pay the price.
Finally, the depot is in sight. Kolbi could have danced with joy, but he’s attracting enough stares as it is. He slows to a more relaxed pace, and smooths his hand over his ridged, bald head. He approaches the clerk with a customary tortle amble. “Hello there. I, uh, have arrived at the correct depot. This is a depot, isn’t it?”
"Oh, yes yes, just in here... somewhere..." He searches through his satchel, then eventually pulls out some wrinkled documents showing his residence in the city, his occupation, and his identification. "There you are sir!"
He reads it over, picking out key details. "Eleven family... moved to the city... you have a skill with firearms, am I correct?" He peers at you over his glasses, reading your face like he does to everyone else.
He nods quickly and enthusiastically. "That's right! Good at fixing em, and also a pretty good shot."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Astra steps aside lithely, gesturing courteously to the tall elf, “Please go ahead, you’re up.”
Astra’s voice is a touch deeper than one might expect, from her appearance, and carries quite well. Not exactly commanding, in this instance, but she certainly made herself heard.
She has inherited her human mother’s ruddy cheeks, but her father’s delicate elven features, though her ears are more rounded than not. She stands relatively tall at 5’ 9”, with somewhat broad shoulders tapering to an otherwise slim, athletic build.
She is wearing her “dress blue” service uniform, the hue of which is actually a blue-tinged grey, complete with saber at her side. Her posture is decidedly military in bearing, erect, never slouching.
"Why thank you." Takuma smiles warmly, nodding in appreciation.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Please, come forward and present any papers of qualifications you possess." The clerk behind the desk says, looking at you. "This isn't a line situation."
Grimthor looks around awkwardly as he is addressed. “I do apologize, I am not entirely familiar with the formal process around here.” He quickly takes out his citizenship papers, and he hands him a medallion that proves his membership of the Mechanics a guild and a part of the Bloodsmith branch. ”I am an apprentice mechanic and blacksmith registered with the guild. My concentration is in Macromechanics, with a dabbling of Electrical arrays. I am looking forward to anyway I can be of service.”
He checks your papers, confirming that what you claim to is true. He nods, handing you your papers back.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Rhoda is enthusiastically walking down the street towards the depot, she has a large brown leather bag on, and papers in her hand,
"Hello, um... Here you go!" She says, pretty excited, and not as formal as everybody else
She hands him the papers. She has a light-tan button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and over that is a light brown leather corset, she also has similarly colored boots and pants.
"Not many qualifications I see." He makes a note on a piece of paper next to him. "You don't look very experienced either. Seems they took a risk hiring you."He hands you your papers back. "I do hope you prove yourself."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A small, green creature stumbles over his scaly feet as he runs towards the depot. His shell is a slick brown material that shines warmly in the light. Again, he stumbles, falls. Papers flutter to the ground. He scoops up as many as he can as he continues to run. One is swept away before he can reach it.
Dear reader. I hope this letter finds you in good health. The military office is calling up able bodied men and women to work for the Edinbrail company, for services on a concept devised to aid work across the channel. More details will be provided on your arrival. Compliance will result in free living quarters, food, pay, and entrance into the company, where I’m sure you’ll meet many like minded folk. You’ve been sent this after the office reviewed your talents and interests, that fit well with what we are looking for. If this interests you, we will see you at noon on the 21 of March, at the military depot, city centre. No sooner, no later. We have sent 5 gold pieces with this letter, which will hopefully pay for your travels. If you are not interested in this, you can forget about this letter and continue as normal. The choice is yours.
“No, no, no . . .” he mumbles in despair. He should have double-checked the flyer. Of course he should have. City folks always double-check their flyers, so why didn’t he? At the very least, he should have asked his mum what in all Aveanor a “depot” was before leaving. It was a stupid mistake, and now Kolbi will have to pay the price.
Finally, the depot is in sight. Kolbi could have danced with joy, but he’s attracting enough stares as it is. He slows to a more relaxed pace, and smooths his hand over his ridged, bald head. He approaches the clerk with a customary tortle amble. “Hello there. I, uh, have arrived at the correct depot. This is a depot, isn’t it?”
"You are at the right place, yes. Papers?" He looks at you inquisitively, his eyes somehow cutting, but his expression monotone.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A small, green creature stumbles over his scaly feet as he runs towards the depot. His shell is a slick brown material that shines warmly in the light. Again, he stumbles, falls. Papers flutter to the ground. He scoops up as many as he can as he continues to run. One is swept away before he can reach it.
Dear reader. I hope this letter finds you in good health. The military office is calling up able bodied men and women to work for the Edinbrail company, for services on a concept devised to aid work across the channel. More details will be provided on your arrival. Compliance will result in free living quarters, food, pay, and entrance into the company, where I’m sure you’ll meet many like minded folk. You’ve been sent this after the office reviewed your talents and interests, that fit well with what we are looking for. If this interests you, we will see you at noon on the 21 of March, at the military depot, city centre. No sooner, no later. We have sent 5 gold pieces with this letter, which will hopefully pay for your travels. If you are not interested in this, you can forget about this letter and continue as normal. The choice is yours.
“No, no, no . . .” he mumbles in despair. He should have double-checked the flyer. Of course he should have. City folks always double-check their flyers, so why didn’t he? At the very least, he should have asked his mum what in all Aveanor a “depot” was before leaving. It was a stupid mistake, and now Kolbi will have to pay the price.
Finally, the depot is in sight. Kolbi could have danced with joy, but he’s attracting enough stares as it is. He slows to a more relaxed pace, and smooths his hand over his ridged, bald head. He approaches the clerk with a customary tortle amble. “Hello there. I, uh, have arrived at the correct depot. This is a depot, isn’t it?”
"You are at the right place, yes. Papers?" He looks at you inquisitively, his eyes somehow cutting, but his expression monotone.
“Papers, yes, yes! Very important, those papers. Here you are!” Kolbi shoves a somewhat crumpled stack of papers. Sprinkled among the needed documents are other papers included by accident — titles including A Study of Aveanor Fey, Flora, and Fauna, The Sky and Its Clouds, and Shell’s Warm Embrace: One Hundred Reptilian Love Sonnets.
*I may not always include the bolded/colored dialogue text formatting, depending on the device I’m using*
"You don't seem to have any status or experience that is of note." He states plainly. He hands Kolbi the papers back after he's finished flicking through them.
He gets to his feet, brushing his work suit slightly. You notice another clerk walking towards the desk, ready to take his place.
The air still full of energy, but not too much sound because of professionality, your clerk begins to walk. "Please follow me." He says, addressing all of you. He heads to the left, down some polished marble stairs. He seems to walk uniformly so easily, even though you and others will find it difficult with all the people moving around, the large crates being ferried, and the general flurry of midday work. There seems to be a post run going on too, paper is everywhere, hastily being picked up by members of staff. Some of the other clerks watch with distaste, they prefer a less chaotic work environment.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Astra can’t help but listen to the clerk, as he appraises the other arrivals at Desk A12: “Not many qualifications… don’t look very experienced… they took a risk… no status or experience of note…”
She cannot help but concur, with some of his observations, and is forced to reconsider the nature of this new mission. Some of them seem capable enough, by appearances, anyway; but in context of a military expedition? they might also be considered deniable? Expendable, even?
When the clerk leads them to the marble stairs going down, Astra’s apprehension worsens, that this might be some sketchy Intelligence operation.
And what would her role be, in this new unit? Had she been presumptuous, in donning her old uniform, misjudged the true nature of her recall orders? (I’ll be finding out, soon enough, I guess).
[This is going to be a fun dynamic to work with. Looks like the bar will have to be set high, in both difficulty and working with each other. Should be interesting, we'll just wait for the others]
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Rhoda is enthusiastically walking down the street towards the depot, she has a large brown leather bag on, and papers in her hand,
"Hello, um... Here you go!" She says, pretty excited, and not as formal as everybody else
She hands him the papers. She has a light-tan button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and over that is a light brown leather corset, she also has similarly colored boots and pants.
"Not many qualifications I see." He makes a note on a piece of paper next to him. "You don't look very experienced either. Seems they took a risk hiring you."He hands you your papers back. "I do hope you prove yourself."
"No need to worry sir, I won't let you down."Upon hearing this she kinda frowns as she grabs the papers and stuffs them in her bag.
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"You don't seem to have any status or experience that is of note." He states plainly. He hands Kolbi the papers back after he's finished flicking through them.
He gets to his feet, brushing his work suit slightly. You notice another clerk walking towards the desk, ready to take his place.
The air still full of energy, but not too much sound because of professionality, your clerk begins to walk. "Please follow me." He says, addressing all of you. He heads to the left, down some polished marble stairs. He seems to walk uniformly so easily, even though you and others will find it difficult with all the people moving around, the large crates being ferried, and the general flurry of midday work. There seems to be a post run going on too, paper is everywhere, hastily being picked up by members of staff. Some of the other clerks watch with distaste, they prefer a less chaotic work environment.
[This is going to be a fun dynamic to work with. Looks like the bar will have to be set high, in both difficulty and working with each other. Should be interesting, we'll just wait for the others]
Tak follows the clerk, impressed by pretty much everything around him. He glances at the people he's walking with, imagining the cogs turning in their heads just like they are in his. He predicts that advancing in this new company will be a bit of a competition, but also that everyone will need to work together to achieve their goals.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Grimthor takes up the rear as he follows the group, trying to take in everything around him. He takes not of the chaos around him, but also picks out the method to some of the madness. He can definitely appreciate a bit of a chaotic workflow. As they progress, he fiddles with his signet ring, a little bit of anxiety creeping up as reality is setting in. ”Well, here goes nothing.”
The clerk leads you all down the stairs and towards a set of huge glass double doors. Sunlight streams through them, its hard to see what might lie beyond.
He pushes them open, and they swing to the side. A light wave of smoke bellows through and towards you all, and well as the sweet air from the lovely day outside.
"Please, watch your step. Don't walk off the platform."
You find yourselves at a train station, next to the supply rail the depot uses, which ultimately connects to the central line. Many crates and workers stand on the platform, waiting for the next train to arrive. It appears to be a private station- no civilians here. Its inclosed too, running through the middle of the military offices. People cheer in the distance- the whistle of a train can be heard.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Astra awaits the imminent arrival of their train. She decides to strike up a conversation with one of the new recruits, with whom the clerk had made some particularly disheartening remarks. (She addresses Rhoda @HellolmL).
“Good afternoon. I am Lieutenant Andasca, though I have just now been recalled to duty. Last week, I was dressed much like yourself, at an archaeological site. You are also an explorer, of sorts, I take it?”
Grimthor looks around awkwardly as he is addressed. “I do apologize, I am not entirely familiar with the formal process around here.” He quickly takes out his citizenship papers, and he hands him a medallion that proves his membership of the Mechanics a guild and a part of the Bloodsmith branch. ”I am an apprentice mechanic and blacksmith registered with the guild. My concentration is in Macromechanics, with a dabbling of Electrical arrays. I am looking forward to anyway I can be of service.”
(Sorry I was gone, I'll intro rq)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Rhoda is enthusiastically walking down the street towards the depot, she has a large brown leather bag on, and papers in her hand,
"Hello, um... Here you go!" She says, pretty excited, and not as formal as everybody else
She hands him the papers. She has a light-tan button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and over that is a light brown leather corset, she also has similarly colored boots and pants.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A small, green creature stumbles over his scaly feet as he runs towards the depot. His shell is a slick brown material that shines warmly in the light. Again, he stumbles, falls. Papers flutter to the ground. He scoops up as many as he can as he continues to run. One is swept away before he can reach it.
“No, no, no . . .” he mumbles in despair. He should have double-checked the flyer. Of course he should have. City folks always double-check their flyers, so why didn’t he? At the very least, he should have asked his mum what in all Aveanor a “depot” was before leaving. It was a stupid mistake, and now Kolbi will have to pay the price.
Finally, the depot is in sight. Kolbi could have danced with joy, but he’s attracting enough stares as it is. He slows to a more relaxed pace, and smooths his hand over his ridged, bald head. He approaches the clerk with a customary tortle amble. “Hello there. I, uh, have arrived at the correct depot. This is a depot, isn’t it?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
He nods quickly and enthusiastically. "That's right! Good at fixing em, and also a pretty good shot."
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Why thank you." Takuma smiles warmly, nodding in appreciation.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
He checks your papers, confirming that what you claim to is true. He nods, handing you your papers back.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Not many qualifications I see." He makes a note on a piece of paper next to him. "You don't look very experienced either. Seems they took a risk hiring you." He hands you your papers back. "I do hope you prove yourself."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"You are at the right place, yes. Papers?" He looks at you inquisitively, his eyes somehow cutting, but his expression monotone.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
“Papers, yes, yes! Very important, those papers. Here you are!” Kolbi shoves a somewhat crumpled stack of papers. Sprinkled among the needed documents are other papers included by accident — titles including A Study of Aveanor Fey, Flora, and Fauna, The Sky and Its Clouds, and Shell’s Warm Embrace: One Hundred Reptilian Love Sonnets.
*I may not always include the bolded/colored dialogue text formatting, depending on the device I’m using*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"You don't seem to have any status or experience that is of note." He states plainly. He hands Kolbi the papers back after he's finished flicking through them.
He gets to his feet, brushing his work suit slightly. You notice another clerk walking towards the desk, ready to take his place.
The air still full of energy, but not too much sound because of professionality, your clerk begins to walk. "Please follow me." He says, addressing all of you. He heads to the left, down some polished marble stairs. He seems to walk uniformly so easily, even though you and others will find it difficult with all the people moving around, the large crates being ferried, and the general flurry of midday work. There seems to be a post run going on too, paper is everywhere, hastily being picked up by members of staff. Some of the other clerks watch with distaste, they prefer a less chaotic work environment.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Astra can’t help but listen to the clerk, as he appraises the other arrivals at Desk A12: “Not many qualifications… don’t look very experienced… they took a risk… no status or experience of note…”
She cannot help but concur, with some of his observations, and is forced to reconsider the nature of this new mission. Some of them seem capable enough, by appearances, anyway; but in context of a military expedition? they might also be considered deniable? Expendable, even?
When the clerk leads them to the marble stairs going down, Astra’s apprehension worsens, that this might be some sketchy Intelligence operation.
And what would her role be, in this new unit? Had she been presumptuous, in donning her old uniform, misjudged the true nature of her recall orders? (I’ll be finding out, soon enough, I guess).
[This is going to be a fun dynamic to work with. Looks like the bar will have to be set high, in both difficulty and working with each other. Should be interesting, we'll just wait for the others]
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"No need to worry sir, I won't let you down." Upon hearing this she kinda frowns as she grabs the papers and stuffs them in her bag.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Kolbi follows uncertainly.
*sounds good*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Rhoda starts following everyone down
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Tak follows the clerk, impressed by pretty much everything around him. He glances at the people he's walking with, imagining the cogs turning in their heads just like they are in his. He predicts that advancing in this new company will be a bit of a competition, but also that everyone will need to work together to achieve their goals.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Grimthor takes up the rear as he follows the group, trying to take in everything around him. He takes not of the chaos around him, but also picks out the method to some of the madness. He can definitely appreciate a bit of a chaotic workflow. As they progress, he fiddles with his signet ring, a little bit of anxiety creeping up as reality is setting in. ”Well, here goes nothing.”
The clerk leads you all down the stairs and towards a set of huge glass double doors. Sunlight streams through them, its hard to see what might lie beyond.
He pushes them open, and they swing to the side. A light wave of smoke bellows through and towards you all, and well as the sweet air from the lovely day outside.
"Please, watch your step. Don't walk off the platform."
Link for anyone who can't see the image: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1168213252359061594/1169594791336624218/futuristic_steampunk_train_station_by_misconceptionaiart_dfvjyyf-fullview.png?ex=6555f908&is=65438408&hm=0bd46929dc13f38b53db3d0820193b89205d41557095995c8cc0cb7103233e80&
You find yourselves at a train station, next to the supply rail the depot uses, which ultimately connects to the central line. Many crates and workers stand on the platform, waiting for the next train to arrive. It appears to be a private station- no civilians here. Its inclosed too, running through the middle of the military offices. People cheer in the distance- the whistle of a train can be heard.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Astra awaits the imminent arrival of their train. She decides to strike up a conversation with one of the new recruits, with whom the clerk had made some particularly disheartening remarks. (She addresses Rhoda @HellolmL).
“Good afternoon. I am Lieutenant Andasca, though I have just now been recalled to duty. Last week, I was dressed much like yourself, at an archaeological site. You are also an explorer, of sorts, I take it?”