Post by Aulius on May 21, 2007 20:35:57 GMT
The story:
After a raid on an armed merchant ship the crew of the Red Lynx were celebrating the wealth of treasure they had captured only to discover a mysterious crystal that shines both red and green at random intervals.
What they don't know is that the crystal is a powerful weapon from the old world and almost impossible to destroy except by using the Hammer of Arkon, which has been split in two and lost for century's.
Not long after they hear word that piratically any power hungry lunatic as well as the powerful rival empires of Lakir and Abykon are after the crystal, at the moment they don't know why.
Random History and General State of the world:
The Old world was more technologically advance than the world it is currently set in. The old world created weapons and warred against each other across the continents that float in the sky. The Old World wiped itself out destroying technology and knowledge, the world began again.
The world is made up of large continents to small islands that float in the sky. None live in the deep sky where the pressure is so great it would crush the toughest materials known to man.
Technology wise its a mixture of swords and guns, ships are made of steel that fly in a way I that I can't think of right now...lets say magic.
There are two types of Air Pirates, Dark Sails, who attack every ship they see, armed or not. Then theres the Windtalkers, who are Honorable and attack only those that can defend themselves(The crew of the Red Lynx are Windtalkers).
Name: Cyrus Locke
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Bio: Generally sociable guy who seems to be able to talk about most subjects with some knowledge. He was orphaned at a young age and taken under the wing of the first captain of the Lynx who was killed 10 years ago. Since then he has been the captain.
Weapon: Wears a gun and sword on his hip and tends to fight with both in his hands.
Cyrus stared thoughtfully at the large crystal that sat on his desk in his quarters. He had never seen anything so beautiful and so mysterious. The crystal glowed green for awhile but changed to red and back to green at random. He couldn't think of a value that he could place on such an item that seemed unique, he wondered if it was an artifact from the old world, he had come across a few in his travels but most tended to be broken tablets with important information missing from them.
He sighed and place the crystal back in the exquisitely decorated box he had found it in. He put up his feet onto the desk and closed his eyes. There was a knock on the door.
After a raid on an armed merchant ship the crew of the Red Lynx were celebrating the wealth of treasure they had captured only to discover a mysterious crystal that shines both red and green at random intervals.
What they don't know is that the crystal is a powerful weapon from the old world and almost impossible to destroy except by using the Hammer of Arkon, which has been split in two and lost for century's.
Not long after they hear word that piratically any power hungry lunatic as well as the powerful rival empires of Lakir and Abykon are after the crystal, at the moment they don't know why.
Random History and General State of the world:
The Old world was more technologically advance than the world it is currently set in. The old world created weapons and warred against each other across the continents that float in the sky. The Old World wiped itself out destroying technology and knowledge, the world began again.
The world is made up of large continents to small islands that float in the sky. None live in the deep sky where the pressure is so great it would crush the toughest materials known to man.
Technology wise its a mixture of swords and guns, ships are made of steel that fly in a way I that I can't think of right now...lets say magic.
There are two types of Air Pirates, Dark Sails, who attack every ship they see, armed or not. Then theres the Windtalkers, who are Honorable and attack only those that can defend themselves(The crew of the Red Lynx are Windtalkers).
Name: Cyrus Locke
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Bio: Generally sociable guy who seems to be able to talk about most subjects with some knowledge. He was orphaned at a young age and taken under the wing of the first captain of the Lynx who was killed 10 years ago. Since then he has been the captain.
Weapon: Wears a gun and sword on his hip and tends to fight with both in his hands.
Cyrus stared thoughtfully at the large crystal that sat on his desk in his quarters. He had never seen anything so beautiful and so mysterious. The crystal glowed green for awhile but changed to red and back to green at random. He couldn't think of a value that he could place on such an item that seemed unique, he wondered if it was an artifact from the old world, he had come across a few in his travels but most tended to be broken tablets with important information missing from them.
He sighed and place the crystal back in the exquisitely decorated box he had found it in. He put up his feet onto the desk and closed his eyes. There was a knock on the door.