‘Welcome ta the United States o’ America, ‘er more accurately all that we know fer sure remains o’ them, Rhode Island. What happened ta the rest o’ the country? This country was becomin’ the richest in the world, minin’ fer gold an’ oil, which flowed in abundance from underneath the earth, until some miners ended up diggin’ too deep in the wrong spot, encounterin’ some kinda city-sized, ethereal void black bubble surrounded by a thin layer o’ gold. When one o’ ‘em was stupid enough ta interact with it, that’s when everythin’ started goin’ wrong. Some kind o’ eldritch monstrosities came out, unlike anythin’ they woulda seen befer, that anyone woulda seen befer. Then the government decided ta get involved, those idiots tried ta use those creatures fer personal and national gain, an’ fer a lil bit, they thought it was workin’, the creatures building all around towns in the country, rail roads an’ train stations an’ anythin’ good, until we learned a lil too late the creatures had an agenda o’ their own. The things they built one day began to hum with otherworldly power, an’ soon, rifts began ta tear in the sky an’ earth, bubbles nearly identical to the original forming over towns all over the country, given the name ‘transmutation sphere’ because of their effect on the populous, turnin’ everythin’ inside inta somethin’ else. Even the dirt on the ground was changin’, turnin’ ta bright gold, though not anythin’ else was that good, people turned into creatures like the original monstrosities, spreading the transmutation across the country until it was almost completely lost. Some were touched by the transmutation, but not turned inta these monsters, gaining unique abilities, which are now used ta combat the spreading infection. The last known stalwart that remains is Rhode Island, we must gain our country back.’ - President Franklin Pierce.
You all left the briefing room and gathered your supplies, agreeing to meet back up at the port, and there you met up. The salty air fills your lungs as all of you arrive at the port, a multitude of people working at the docks. Few people have been able to escape the strange corruption that has changed the country, leaving more that work at the docks to no longer be simply human. Sitting in the water, bobbing from side to side in the waves, if your ship, large enough for all of you, but not much larger, built to make a one way trip, and nut much more. Sitting on the side of the ship are two Tabaxi, one presumably the captain of the vessel, wisened and old, the other younger, the cabin boy, both of them holding guns, the old man a double barrel shotgun, the younger fiddling with a pistol. When they see them, the cabin boy waves them over with a smile, getting up. As you approach you can hear work all around you, the ship is already prepared for you to leave, all you have to do is go.
Reuben strolls down the dock, surveying the ship with his sharp, yellow eyes. His pack is slung over his shoulder and his boots bite the dust with each step he takes. A loose poncho is draped over his body and swallows up one of his arms. A wide brim cowboy hat covers his dark face in cool shade. He approaches the captain and tips his hat to him, "Howdy, Reuben Sharpshot reporting for duty. You the captain of this here vessel?"
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
“Most o’ it’s turned as bad as the monsters, though some seem ta be left with a lil bit o’ sentience, though their bodies ain’t the same.”
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
“Most o’ it’s turned as bad as the monsters, though some seem ta be left with a lil bit o’ sentience, though their bodies ain’t the same.”
"Dark days we're living in, huh? So what exactly are we being sent there for?"
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
“Most o’ it’s turned as bad as the monsters, though some seem ta be left with a lil bit o’ sentience, though their bodies ain’t the same.”
"Dark days we're living in, huh? So what exactly are we being sent there for?"
“Yall are there as the soldiers who are gonna get us outta this mess. I got somethin’ fer all o’ yall, the president told me ta give it when I saw ya.” He walks into the ship, coming out with a compass and map.
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
“Most o’ it’s turned as bad as the monsters, though some seem ta be left with a lil bit o’ sentience, though their bodies ain’t the same.”
"Dark days we're living in, huh? So what exactly are we being sent there for?"
“Yall are there as the soldiers who are gonna get us outta this mess. I got somethin’ fer all o’ yall, the president told me ta give it when I saw ya.” He walks into the ship, coming out with a compass and map.
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
“Most o’ it’s turned as bad as the monsters, though some seem ta be left with a lil bit o’ sentience, though their bodies ain’t the same.”
"Dark days we're living in, huh? So what exactly are we being sent there for?"
“Yall are there as the soldiers who are gonna get us outta this mess. I got somethin’ fer all o’ yall, the president told me ta give it when I saw ya.” He walks into the ship, coming out with a compass and map.
"Directly from the Oval Office? How exciting!"
He passes them the folded up map and the compass “Ain’t nothin’ special, we found where we think two o’ the corruptin’ forces are comin’ from, though one o’ them ain’t reliable cause it seems ta be on some kind o’ train, but the other’s on the coast, where all the creatures comin’ fer us are comin’ from.”
He passes them the folded up map and the compass “Ain’t nothin’ special, we found where we think two o’ the corruptin’ forces are comin’ from, though one o’ them ain’t reliable cause it seems ta be on some kind o’ train, but the other’s on the coast, where all the creatures comin’ fer us are comin’ from.”
"A train you say? That's mighty strange. So are we going to be sent to those spots? What're we supposed to do there?"
He passes them the folded up map and the compass “Ain’t nothin’ special, we found where we think two o’ the corruptin’ forces are comin’ from, though one o’ them ain’t reliable cause it seems ta be on some kind o’ train, but the other’s on the coast, where all the creatures comin’ fer us are comin’ from.”
"A train you say? That's mighty strange. So are we going to be sent to those spots? What're we supposed to do there?"
“That we don’t know, anybody else who’s been sent out ain’t come back, scouts don’t often return enough ta keep sendin’ ‘em. Find out where the corruption’s comin’ from an’ stop it I imagine.”
He passes them the folded up map and the compass “Ain’t nothin’ special, we found where we think two o’ the corruptin’ forces are comin’ from, though one o’ them ain’t reliable cause it seems ta be on some kind o’ train, but the other’s on the coast, where all the creatures comin’ fer us are comin’ from.”
"A train you say? That's mighty strange. So are we going to be sent to those spots? What're we supposed to do there?"
“That we don’t know, anybody else who’s been sent out ain’t come back, scouts don’t often return enough ta keep sendin’ ‘em. Find out where the corruption’s comin’ from an’ stop it I imagine.”
He passes them the folded up map and the compass “Ain’t nothin’ special, we found where we think two o’ the corruptin’ forces are comin’ from, though one o’ them ain’t reliable cause it seems ta be on some kind o’ train, but the other’s on the coast, where all the creatures comin’ fer us are comin’ from.”
"A train you say? That's mighty strange. So are we going to be sent to those spots? What're we supposed to do there?"
“That we don’t know, anybody else who’s been sent out ain’t come back, scouts don’t often return enough ta keep sendin’ ‘em. Find out where the corruption’s comin’ from an’ stop it I imagine.”
"Alrighty then. Plenty of room for creativity!"
“Ya can blow us the entire town where the corruption comes from fer all I care, my job’s just ta get ya there an’ hopefully back when the job’s done.”
‘Welcome ta the United States o’ America, ‘er more accurately all that we know fer sure remains o’ them, Rhode Island. What happened ta the rest o’ the country? This country was becomin’ the richest in the world, minin’ fer gold an’ oil, which flowed in abundance from underneath the earth, until some miners ended up diggin’ too deep in the wrong spot, encounterin’ some kinda city-sized, ethereal void black bubble surrounded by a thin layer o’ gold. When one o’ ‘em was stupid enough ta interact with it, that’s when everythin’ started goin’ wrong. Some kind o’ eldritch monstrosities came out, unlike anythin’ they woulda seen befer, that anyone woulda seen befer. Then the government decided ta get involved, those idiots tried ta use those creatures fer personal and national gain, an’ fer a lil bit, they thought it was workin’, the creatures building all around towns in the country, rail roads an’ train stations an’ anythin’ good, until we learned a lil too late the creatures had an agenda o’ their own. The things they built one day began to hum with otherworldly power, an’ soon, rifts began ta tear in the sky an’ earth, bubbles nearly identical to the original forming over towns all over the country, given the name ‘transmutation sphere’ because of their effect on the populous, turnin’ everythin’ inside inta somethin’ else. Even the dirt on the ground was changin’, turnin’ ta bright gold, though not anythin’ else was that good, people turned into creatures like the original monstrosities, spreading the transmutation across the country until it was almost completely lost. Some were touched by the transmutation, but not turned inta these monsters, gaining unique abilities, which are now used ta combat the spreading infection. The last known stalwart that remains is Rhode Island, we must gain our country back.’ - President Franklin Pierce.
You all left the briefing room and gathered your supplies, agreeing to meet back up at the port, and there you met up. The salty air fills your lungs as all of you arrive at the port, a multitude of people working at the docks. Few people have been able to escape the strange corruption that has changed the country, leaving more that work at the docks to no longer be simply human. Sitting in the water, bobbing from side to side in the waves, if your ship, large enough for all of you, but not much larger, built to make a one way trip, and nut much more. Sitting on the side of the ship are two Tabaxi, one presumably the captain of the vessel, wisened and old, the other younger, the cabin boy, both of them holding guns, the old man a double barrel shotgun, the younger fiddling with a pistol. When they see them, the cabin boy waves them over with a smile, getting up. As you approach you can hear work all around you, the ship is already prepared for you to leave, all you have to do is go.
*Absolutely perfect, thank you Dark, let the campaign begin.*
Reuben strolls down the dock, surveying the ship with his sharp, yellow eyes. His pack is slung over his shoulder and his boots bite the dust with each step he takes. A loose poncho is draped over his body and swallows up one of his arms. A wide brim cowboy hat covers his dark face in cool shade. He approaches the captain and tips his hat to him, "Howdy, Reuben Sharpshot reporting for duty. You the captain of this here vessel?"
The captain’s eyes slit as they approach, standing up from his seated position and nodding to them, his voice gruff with age and the worn years he must have spent sailing. He slaps the mast, “It is, and it’ll be takin’ yall folks to the mainland. Hope it all works out, yer venture that is.”
"You know, I hope it does too. For the good of America! And all that." He says with a smile. "You been to the mainland? You know what it's like?"
“The whole place has turned ta dark skies, there ain’t no people that I’ve seen left, just them monsters thatve been tryin’ ta get ta the island. Mindless by the looks o’ them.”
"I see." He rubs his chin. "What about the wildlife? What's left of it?"
“Most o’ it’s turned as bad as the monsters, though some seem ta be left with a lil bit o’ sentience, though their bodies ain’t the same.”
"Dark days we're living in, huh? So what exactly are we being sent there for?"
“Yall are there as the soldiers who are gonna get us outta this mess. I got somethin’ fer all o’ yall, the president told me ta give it when I saw ya.” He walks into the ship, coming out with a compass and map.
"Directly from the Oval Office? How exciting!"
He passes them the folded up map and the compass “Ain’t nothin’ special, we found where we think two o’ the corruptin’ forces are comin’ from, though one o’ them ain’t reliable cause it seems ta be on some kind o’ train, but the other’s on the coast, where all the creatures comin’ fer us are comin’ from.”
"A train you say? That's mighty strange. So are we going to be sent to those spots? What're we supposed to do there?"
“That we don’t know, anybody else who’s been sent out ain’t come back, scouts don’t often return enough ta keep sendin’ ‘em. Find out where the corruption’s comin’ from an’ stop it I imagine.”
"Alrighty then. Plenty of room for creativity!"
“Ya can blow us the entire town where the corruption comes from fer all I care, my job’s just ta get ya there an’ hopefully back when the job’s done.”
He nods, "How long you been sailing?"
“Fer 50 years.” For a moment his accent becomes slightly Scottish, hard to discern through the gruffness of his voice.
"And are you from the States or...?"
“Scotland, started workin’ out in Rhode Island… ‘bout five years before this whole [gp] happened.” His accent becomes more pronounced with time.