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KaeganofAmber
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2019
So, here we go.
This plot revolved around the premise of a small nation in a massive crater on the planet's surface. They arrived when their cryogenic Arc Vessel took damage, drifting in space for hundreds of years, before the ship bound artificial intelligence guided it towards a habitable planet, crash landing in the crater, seeing it as an optimal location to start a new colony.
Fast forward a few hundred years, and the colony is a nation, but not all is scifi. You see, this world is more of what you'd see in a fantasy plot, and humanity, well, they don't really belong, or quite fit in. While they retain old tech, humans have had to adapt, and in some cases coexist with other races, though mostly have been ostracized as, well, aliens. Cause they are. The resulting tech us more Victorian with some cool little scifi gadgets and magical fantasy tech.
Interested? Okay, this is what I'm looking for. Someone to play a local to the planet that grew up on a human border city at the rim of the crater, or just outside, and is assigned to an expeditionary force to go out into the world, searching for relics, or ancient artifacts, the like. Of course, romance, smut and such can be discussed, but I'd like this to be the premise.
This plot revolved around the premise of a small nation in a massive crater on the planet's surface. They arrived when their cryogenic Arc Vessel took damage, drifting in space for hundreds of years, before the ship bound artificial intelligence guided it towards a habitable planet, crash landing in the crater, seeing it as an optimal location to start a new colony.
Fast forward a few hundred years, and the colony is a nation, but not all is scifi. You see, this world is more of what you'd see in a fantasy plot, and humanity, well, they don't really belong, or quite fit in. While they retain old tech, humans have had to adapt, and in some cases coexist with other races, though mostly have been ostracized as, well, aliens. Cause they are. The resulting tech us more Victorian with some cool little scifi gadgets and magical fantasy tech.
Interested? Okay, this is what I'm looking for. Someone to play a local to the planet that grew up on a human border city at the rim of the crater, or just outside, and is assigned to an expeditionary force to go out into the world, searching for relics, or ancient artifacts, the like. Of course, romance, smut and such can be discussed, but I'd like this to be the premise.
Glistening brought beans beckoned the arrival of the rising run, it's ray's piercing through the room's uncovered window, bouncing off a changing mirror, and back opposite of the window it entered. It was as if there was no escape from the call of the morning.
Kaegan groaned, groggy and aggravated at a restless night as he pulled covers over his head to fight the world away, demanding him to enter it with steadfast resolve. Could he be blamed? Cryoburn left him disoriented, his mind cloudy, thoughts slow, and the senses, muted. It wasrecinmened to wake up slowly after a long time under cryogenic slumber, though had he been so lucky, he'd not be sleeping outside his bunk on the Cryo-Arc, instead mow in some average medieval like inn nestled within a border town.
Fulmont was a border town established by both humans and the local collectives of other races, as a sort of exchange point. Since humanity arrived, well, crash landed in the Valorian Caldera, a massive, long dead crater of the planet's largest super volcano, essentially it's Yellowstone, the local variety of sapient species on this world have sought to interact, if anything, out if cautious, hesitant curiousity. They were a medieval to renaissance people in human historical standards, and so naturally, humans were the alien here, with a literal space craft, hydrogen fusion fuel cell powered vehicles, firearms, an A.I, oh and modern confectionery goods. Nothing like surgery sweets to show you come in peace.
The 14,000 crew and civilians upon the Cryo-Arc have established a variety of small settlements in the caldera, with a main settlement around the crashed arc-ship, and smaller still, border towns agree others from the many species of this world live.
The adjustment was, needless to say, hard on everyone, but for a cryoburned Kaegan Rowe, it was simply bothersome. Expecting morning coffee, the locals had ale, or tea, and nothing quite so good. Where he expected bacon and eggs, they had a boiled bird egg, and some sort of meat with bread baked like toast. Where he expected humans, and space travel, he found elves, orcs, dwarves, and so on, and the dirt of this world, a mysterious one indeed.
Kaegan groaned, groggy and aggravated at a restless night as he pulled covers over his head to fight the world away, demanding him to enter it with steadfast resolve. Could he be blamed? Cryoburn left him disoriented, his mind cloudy, thoughts slow, and the senses, muted. It wasrecinmened to wake up slowly after a long time under cryogenic slumber, though had he been so lucky, he'd not be sleeping outside his bunk on the Cryo-Arc, instead mow in some average medieval like inn nestled within a border town.
Fulmont was a border town established by both humans and the local collectives of other races, as a sort of exchange point. Since humanity arrived, well, crash landed in the Valorian Caldera, a massive, long dead crater of the planet's largest super volcano, essentially it's Yellowstone, the local variety of sapient species on this world have sought to interact, if anything, out if cautious, hesitant curiousity. They were a medieval to renaissance people in human historical standards, and so naturally, humans were the alien here, with a literal space craft, hydrogen fusion fuel cell powered vehicles, firearms, an A.I, oh and modern confectionery goods. Nothing like surgery sweets to show you come in peace.
The 14,000 crew and civilians upon the Cryo-Arc have established a variety of small settlements in the caldera, with a main settlement around the crashed arc-ship, and smaller still, border towns agree others from the many species of this world live.
The adjustment was, needless to say, hard on everyone, but for a cryoburned Kaegan Rowe, it was simply bothersome. Expecting morning coffee, the locals had ale, or tea, and nothing quite so good. Where he expected bacon and eggs, they had a boiled bird egg, and some sort of meat with bread baked like toast. Where he expected humans, and space travel, he found elves, orcs, dwarves, and so on, and the dirt of this world, a mysterious one indeed.
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