Vandesdelca
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jun 1, 2014
The air was thick and muggy, laying like a wet blanket over the Yangchen Rainforest. It was a remote area, two hours by seaplane and several more by even he fastest boat from the bustling port of Yanzhou, made so by the fact that the forest was accessible primarily by narrow inlets and treacherous stretches of ocean, requiring a circuitous trail by the water.
Fortunately, Lincoln "Link" Lamont had opted for the seaplane option.
"Keep her idling, Bogart, I shan't be long," Lincoln said as he departed the seaplane, leaving the surly cat behind with a gruff "mmhm" before the husky man went back to cleaning the outside of the plane -- he had to do something while his boss was off gallivanting around.
Lincoln was an adventurer of sorts -- a new breed of man in this age of exploration, where anyone with the means could get a seaplane, a boat, an airship, anything really and travel to the most remote parts of the globe, looking for lost treasures that would make them absolute social stars back home... Fame, fortune, renown was but a step away for those who knew how to find it.
The fox man's eyes shifted here and there, hand passing over the worn pages of his greatest treasure, a hidebound book with a green sigil across the cover. Ancient magicks that only a rare few could call up, the world around him shifting to his whim as thick, tangling roots pulled back from a pit, revealing worn stone steps down into the ground. With another flick of his hand, a ball of light floated along before him, promising to lead the way to the treasure he now sought.
He had been searching for this for some time now, the payoff of a rather credible legend in these parts. Of course, that just meant that he had to get there first before any of his many rivals made their moves.
But what were the chances of that?
Fortunately, Lincoln "Link" Lamont had opted for the seaplane option.
"Keep her idling, Bogart, I shan't be long," Lincoln said as he departed the seaplane, leaving the surly cat behind with a gruff "mmhm" before the husky man went back to cleaning the outside of the plane -- he had to do something while his boss was off gallivanting around.
Lincoln was an adventurer of sorts -- a new breed of man in this age of exploration, where anyone with the means could get a seaplane, a boat, an airship, anything really and travel to the most remote parts of the globe, looking for lost treasures that would make them absolute social stars back home... Fame, fortune, renown was but a step away for those who knew how to find it.
The fox man's eyes shifted here and there, hand passing over the worn pages of his greatest treasure, a hidebound book with a green sigil across the cover. Ancient magicks that only a rare few could call up, the world around him shifting to his whim as thick, tangling roots pulled back from a pit, revealing worn stone steps down into the ground. With another flick of his hand, a ball of light floated along before him, promising to lead the way to the treasure he now sought.
He had been searching for this for some time now, the payoff of a rather credible legend in these parts. Of course, that just meant that he had to get there first before any of his many rivals made their moves.
But what were the chances of that?