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Red-Scarlet
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 21, 2015
Madman's Cove is well known as a place to know little about and stay the hell away from. It had a well-earned reputation of danger. From the storms that made travel by boat difficult to the monsters above and below the waves, only a madman would live there. But, as of less than a year ago, there were two people who called it home. That number was down to one. And soon, zero.
Not far from Madman's Cove was the city of Altirne. It wasn't especially large, but the natural resources of the sea kept it prosperous. And there was a brisk trade of various resources-from ordinary materials to rare ones, knick knacks to gadgets, and an occasional requisition from one Doctor Gregory Hurtzfield. His orders were never too large, but often massively expensive. Orichalcum never comes cheap. Despite that, he was good for his payments, having made fortunes on his genius before he retired to the Cove.
His last order was just over a year ago, and is the last recorded trace anyone besides his daughter knows of in the area. Connie last saw her father just over six months ago. She had been diligently looking after the laboratory in the Cove for all that time, but as the months went on, she eventually decided she'd have to find her father, and not just wait for him. She sealed the doors and took a skiff to Altirne, to meet an old business partner of her father's, Jonathan Constable. He ran an inn known as the Constable's Tabernacle, right by the docks, and was a gentle giant. Easily six and a half feet tall and approximately as wide, those who didn't know him feared him. But those who knew him also knew he couldn't bring himself to harm a fly.
At the Tabernacle, Connie entered, eliciting no small amount of stares. Her form, that of a young woman above the waist and a coiling serpentine form beneath, all made of brassy metal, was unusual to say the least. "Mr. Tabernacle!" she said as she spotted him behind the bar. "I need help."
He looked over, worry on his face. "What's the matter, Connie? Where's your dad?"
"Gone. He's gone," she said.
"Darrel! You're in charge for now. Connie, meet me in the back," he ordered one of his staff.
In the back room, amongst the barrels of wine and ale, Jonathan took a seat. "When did you last see him?"
Connie explained his departure, his absence, and her decision to finally seek him out. By the time she had finished, she was on the verge of tears.
"Connie... It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out. You can do this. And in fact, I know someone who might be able to help," he said.
"Really?" she asked.
"She's staying in one of the rooms right now. Third floor, first door on the left. Her name is Lisosise, and she came here because she knew I had done work with your father. Talk to her-maybe she knows something," Jonathan told her.
Connie threw her arms around him in a hug, nearly knocking him over with her metallic bulk. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Jonathan!" she cried. "Okay... I have a plan. I'll see you again!" She set out, climbing the stairs with care, and on the third floor, knocked on the first door on the left. "Hello?" she called through the wooden door. "My name is Connie. I'm Doctor Hurtzfield's daughter. Can you help me?"
Not far from Madman's Cove was the city of Altirne. It wasn't especially large, but the natural resources of the sea kept it prosperous. And there was a brisk trade of various resources-from ordinary materials to rare ones, knick knacks to gadgets, and an occasional requisition from one Doctor Gregory Hurtzfield. His orders were never too large, but often massively expensive. Orichalcum never comes cheap. Despite that, he was good for his payments, having made fortunes on his genius before he retired to the Cove.
His last order was just over a year ago, and is the last recorded trace anyone besides his daughter knows of in the area. Connie last saw her father just over six months ago. She had been diligently looking after the laboratory in the Cove for all that time, but as the months went on, she eventually decided she'd have to find her father, and not just wait for him. She sealed the doors and took a skiff to Altirne, to meet an old business partner of her father's, Jonathan Constable. He ran an inn known as the Constable's Tabernacle, right by the docks, and was a gentle giant. Easily six and a half feet tall and approximately as wide, those who didn't know him feared him. But those who knew him also knew he couldn't bring himself to harm a fly.
At the Tabernacle, Connie entered, eliciting no small amount of stares. Her form, that of a young woman above the waist and a coiling serpentine form beneath, all made of brassy metal, was unusual to say the least. "Mr. Tabernacle!" she said as she spotted him behind the bar. "I need help."
He looked over, worry on his face. "What's the matter, Connie? Where's your dad?"
"Gone. He's gone," she said.
"Darrel! You're in charge for now. Connie, meet me in the back," he ordered one of his staff.
In the back room, amongst the barrels of wine and ale, Jonathan took a seat. "When did you last see him?"
Connie explained his departure, his absence, and her decision to finally seek him out. By the time she had finished, she was on the verge of tears.
"Connie... It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out. You can do this. And in fact, I know someone who might be able to help," he said.
"Really?" she asked.
"She's staying in one of the rooms right now. Third floor, first door on the left. Her name is Lisosise, and she came here because she knew I had done work with your father. Talk to her-maybe she knows something," Jonathan told her.
Connie threw her arms around him in a hug, nearly knocking him over with her metallic bulk. "Thank you! Thank you so much, Jonathan!" she cried. "Okay... I have a plan. I'll see you again!" She set out, climbing the stairs with care, and on the third floor, knocked on the first door on the left. "Hello?" she called through the wooden door. "My name is Connie. I'm Doctor Hurtzfield's daughter. Can you help me?"
