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The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« on: January 06, 2011, 04:28:03 am »
A New RP Idea I came up with... it's a bit of a doozy, but it'll be a good one.

The world of Altaria is a very strange and mystical place. Imagine for a moment a world where continents float and fly over the land and seas. However because they are so far apart, the different continents are drastically different, in both culture, skills, and people.

In the ancient past, Altaria was once a single mighty mighty planet. However there was a great cataclysm, causing an event known only as the sundering. Many strange beliefs exist about what had caused this, ranging the gamut from too much technology, to magic did it. The truth lies buried in the history of the land.

Somehow a sort of stability has occurred on the floating islands. There are three main bodies of land, each hosting one giant Empire (These span thousands of miles however, and are by no means “small”) while cultures vary across them. These are Estovara, Galandrel, and Cerona and while smaller islands exist most are owned by the other empires.

Estovara is home to a mighty hardy race of people. These people live in a nomadic lifestyle, as the land they live off is poor for farming. However, recent developments have made cities possible. Though there are few of these, and they are small. However from these lands come the mighty shamans, who wield the elements. Each typically specializes in one particular element, with enough knowledge in the other to perform basic rituals (such as a rain bringing, or fertility ritual). Shamans are undoubtedly the most powerful magic wielders, and despite their names many are quite cultured and intelligent.   

Galandrel is the more “civilized” of the two, though their people are much weaker in forms of physical prowess. Their land received an over abundance of coal, and as such have developed impressive steam based technologies. Some of their technologies have spilled over to the Estovara, though most Estovarans distrust the more complex machines, using only guns and the most primitive technologies. Magic users are rare in Galandrel, as most of the populace believes that the sundering was caused by magic, and thus distrusts it. As such, Estovara and Galandrel are often at odds, with a few wars erupting between them. Though a few wizards do practice magics, their scientific approach is nowhere near as effective as the passionate casting of the shamans.

Cerona is a rarely visited uncharted  wasteland. Once the seat of a mighty empire that wielded unimaginable magics, and technologies. The Ceronian empire once ruled the entirety of the world, and many artifacts of their time lie scattered throughout all continents. It is widely believed that the Ceronians were the cause of the sundering, though the Estovarans blame technology, while the Galandrelites blame magic. Only one gatekey has been found that leads “to” Cerona, though it leads in actuality to a small rock that floats over it.

The surface of the planet is one giant forest. It is constantly dark for little light breaks through the thick foliage. Many weird and horrible monsters prowl these lands, and few people who go there ever return. There are no Gatekeys leading to the surface, as once they are found they are typically destroyed.

After that wall of text... a little more on the world and then mechanics:

Transportation: Getting between the continents is a big task, and hardly heard of before an ancient bit of Ceronian technology was found. Not even the sages know what really makes it work, but the Gatekeys allow transportation to and from other places. A few of these are charted as intercontinental, though many are left unexplored for fear of where they might lead. Some people travel by airship or special magics between the continents and smaller islands, though this is dangerous at best, and distances as great as those between the continents is all but unheard of.
Magic: Magic in this system is largely reliant on elements. Shamans must cast spells that use these elements (Though some advanced shamans can “weave” elements together). Wizards have access to a special school of magic that is not element reliant, but it is weak and virtually all they can control. In addition, magic is hardly ever a “in combat” tool, and spellsword types are unheard of. Magic drains energy from the wielder, and even the most advanced user can only hurt one or two “big spells”. (E.G. a Shaman who is 70+ years old and has dedicated most of her life to learning how to weave and control fire, could cast one big firestorm (the size of a city block if they only have it last a minute or so) and then need to sleep for eight hours or so. However “overcasting” exists, where a character may reach so far beyond their skill or stamina that disastrous results are almost inevitable. Usually it only results in a coma for a few days, but the fear that a caster might blow themselves up is usually enough to dissuade most from doing it.

The Elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Spirit.

The first four are fairly self explanatory, though spirit usually involves divining, communing with ancestors, and abilities that draw on the users own spirit energy as a weapon. (Some evil Shamans can steal others spirit energy, though this is barred from character play)

Technology: Tech is standard Victorian era, though everything is powered either by steam or gunpowder. Trains are prominent in Galandrel and most armies have guns. Be imaginative, though any “extreme” tech such as computers that run on steam or other such things do not exist. Additionally, drastic things that might be feasible should be checked with me. Swords are still common, as guns take time to reload, and have a chance to backfire.

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1)No godmoding. Do not make your character automatically hit and/or dodge everything that is thrown at them. It is understandable if you don't want your character to die, but some realistic amount of damage would not be unappreciated. Also, you are NOT omnipotent. If your character has no way of directly knowing something, or that something is occurring he/she doesn't. (E.G Instead of “Kaloth hit Alsek with his sword, easily decapitating him” Try, “Kaloth swung his sword at Alsek's neck hoping to decapitate him”) There is a difference between having a powerful character and playing a character above his own power.
2)No Character Hijacking. If it's not yours, don't use it.
3)Use proper capitalization and punctuation. (As well as other grammar conventions) It makes your posts easier to read, and if we can read your post, we can respond to it. Additionally, this RP will be taking place in third person past tense. I know it seems small, but if everyone uses the same tense, it makes the whole thing flow a lot better.
4)Have Fun!!!!

((Character template will be in next post with a bit of the beginning scenario))

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #1 on: January 06, 2011, 04:44:16 am »
Starting info:
For the sake of convenience, for whatever reason all of your characters will be starting in the Floating city of Legaria. This city is a neutral zone that takes up the entirety of the land mass it sits on. It serves as a buffer between the two continents, as any gatekeys that led between the two were closed during the signing of the peace treaty. As of now, a long trek from one side of Legaria to the other is required to travel between the two by gatekey. Legaria is a strange town split into multiple wards, each housing their own separate faction.

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Homeland: (Which of the two main cultures did you hail from)
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Profession: (How does your character make his way in the world)
Background: (Give us some information on who your character is.)


My Main Character

Name: Aluiin Milcantar
Species: Panther
Homeland: Galandrel
Appearance: Galandrel is proceeding into the twilight of his life, and as such, his fur is beginning to turn white, and he is growing slower. He wears old worn clothes, refusing to buy new while his current sets work just fine.
Age: 79
Profession: Scientist
Background: Aluiin is renowned as one of the greatest scientists of all time. He created many inventions that are used commonly today. While his mentors may have found ways to use steam more efficiently, due to one of his early discoveries, Aluiin is known as the "father of the steam revolution". However since that time almost sixty years ago, Aluiin has continued to make amazing works. However as time has passed the amount of inventions coming from his secluded home have slowed down and become more frivolous. The number of years since he was last featured among papers for his creations leads many to speculate that he has either retired, or died.

((I haven't included a personality because I feel it should come out while playing the character... not dictated to the other players at the beginning. Feel free to include it if you'd like))

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #2 on: January 06, 2011, 11:02:13 am »
Name: Junyad Van Bloodmourne

Species: Tuxedo cat

Homeland: Estovara

Appearance: Junyad's fur pattern is mostly normal, of a tuxedo cat. From his chin down to his thighs, his underside is white, along with the tip of his tail. His fingers are white furred as well, making for what could appear to be fingerless gloves. When under a lot of emotional stress, or having channeled too much mana, his eyes turn blood red. His clothes, or almost lack thereof, consist of a slightly treaded on pair of shorts with a hole for his tail to stick out of, and nothing else. (Though, if shorts aren't good for the time period, I can make a change. I'm not sure though, considering the location.)

Age: 17

Profession: Hobo. Just making it through each day only mostly starving is sufficient enough reason to not commit suicide..For now, at least.

Background: Junyad was born and raised on Estovara, learning instinctual survival skills and concepts of magic so basic, it may be dangerous to him. He is now living on the streets of Legaria, barely. Survival instinct will only help for so long. Some locals know of the lone tuxedo cat who sleeps in the allies of the city, hoping that somebody will someday offer him a hug and a blanket.

Junyad is a fire-elemental magic user. He is gifted, yet it is an uncontrollable power when in his possession. He fears to use any more than to heat himself up, when his fur is not enough. This is for fear he might over overcast, which would not be surprising, given the character. His usual approach is to use his natural claws, when fighting, but when in desperate situations, he'll throw around whatever magic he can, likely hurting himself more than whoever he was trying to attack. His personality will be revealed in-game :).
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #3 on: January 06, 2011, 12:43:29 pm »
Name:Revo Ronco
Species:Husky
Homeland: Galandrel
Appearance: Well managed although you can't say the same for his clothes.
Age:58
Profession:Hunter usually, but will work as a soldier if needed.
Background:Loyal to the first person that recruits him normally, Unless he knows the person well then then his loyalty is boundless.
He has been alone all his life (besides when he was born) and hardly trusts anyone.

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #4 on: January 06, 2011, 04:07:10 pm »
I shall join this.

Name: Lyndon Haluk
Species: Falkland Islands Wolf
Homeland:Galandrel
Appearance: An average Falkland Islands Wolf and he has 2 different looks one when he's working one when he isn't, when he isn't he wears a Akubra and an old brown jacket and a pair of jeans. When he is at work he wears a Bucket hat a cream/light brown-ish shirt open and a blue vest under and he also wears the same jeans.
Age: 37
Profession: Archaeologist
Background: Lyndon has found quite a lot of the ruins and artifacts on the 3 land masses but he still has a lot to go to become a famous archaeologist. And because of the finds he also knows a lot about the area and it's people when they were around. His father and grand father were both Archaeologist so he grew up leaning how to be one so he is not much trained on other skills past the normal which means he cannot fight well.

i'm leaving the personality to be revealed in my rping. So is this an OK Template?
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #5 on: January 06, 2011, 07:08:46 pm »
Everything looks good so far. Though Ying a note on Cerona, it's a blasted deserted wasteland. There is a small island that about 4 people can stand on that looks over the ruins of a large city, but other than that no-one has ever been anywhere close to setting foot on it. (A few people have... but were never heard from again). Knowledge of the Ceronian Empire is EXTREMELY sparse, as only a few artifacts remain on the charted world and such. It's still fine if you want to be an archeologist, and one of the foremost experts on the Ceronian empire, it's just... you wouldn't know too terribly much about it. 

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #6 on: January 06, 2011, 09:52:45 pm »
Name: Tehrn Alizarin
Species: Coyote
Homeland: Galandrel
Appearance: Tall, but not conspicuously so. Well built, but, again, not conspicuously so. This coyote's grey fur has quite clearly felt the gritty wind of many trails, both well-trodden and unknown. He seems to be wearing a combination of outfits, made up of the utilitarian garb of a cave spelunker and the eccentric and eclectic patchwork armor of an Army Irregular soldier (think vests and tunics with many pockets combined with armored greaves and such). He has a machete on his back along with a kukri and pistol slung on his wide belt.
Age: 34
Profession: Jack of all trades.
Background: Originally from a small town near the brink of the gap between the two main populated islands, Tehrn has traveled far and practiced many trades to support himself. He's been everything from a guard/attendant at a Wizard's Academy (his first job) to professional adventurer, exterminator of deadly pests, town and city militia soldier, courier, lab assistant, clerk at a town council and short-order cook. While at his first job at the nearest Wizard's Academy to the large-ish town of his birth, he read as much as he could from the Academy library. Because of this, he doesn't have the distrust of magic that most people from his nation possess.

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #7 on: January 07, 2011, 04:32:21 am »
Name: Ira
Species: Coyote
Homeland: Galandrel
Appearance: Varies greatly depending on job or mood.  Typically very dressed for the terrain.  While in a city,  it's anyone's guess how he'll dress. Typically very oddly. Though not an albino,  Ranik is pure white by birth defect. He didn't stay that way for long,  though.  White fur was nothing more than the perfect canvas for all means of complex knotwork patterns and desert imagery. The majority of his face is left pure white,  though.  Ira's eyes are a very light yellow.
Age: 29
Profession: Mountain Guide.
Background:  Little is known about Ira's background.  Those who know a little about him know that he is an experienced mountain guide who has become quite familiar with the harsh and unforgiving landscapes of Estovara.  Many seeking safe passage have come to him for help.  However,  Ira skilled,  more than anything else,  in making ends meet. Though he has had very few jobs whiten the past several years,  Ira has managed to keep himself alive by any means necessary.  The coyote has become a true trickster and a master of cunning handywork.

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #8 on: January 07, 2011, 07:49:29 am »
((Alright, I suppose now is as good a time as any to start this thing))

The sun rose quietly over Legaria. With the dawn came the usual buzz of conversation and the workings of the average day. Merchants passed their good mornings to bakers, who passed theirs to Blacksmiths on their way to work. In all aspects, it seemed like just a normal average day for the prosperous city.

Yet despite this fact, the day would be fated to cause a change, the likes of which none could fathom. The first whisperings of the rumor began around high sun, and continued to spread throughout the day. By the time most places closed for work, there wasn't a soul in Legaria who hadn't heard the news.

"Did'ja hear?" One elderly woman asked a young man as she attended her errands, "They say old man Milcantar will be making an announcement tomorrow at Treaty Square."

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #9 on: January 07, 2011, 09:24:15 am »
Lyndon as well heard of the news and he was going to see about it tomorrow but right now he was recording his finds from his latest dig in his home. He spoke as he recorded the find in front of him "Jaw-bone and spinal cord segments T-3 and T-4, Female, around mid life, bone seems far less aged then the dig sight, corresponding to the other find on this dig." He then put down his pen and leaned back on his chair before getting up and entering his kitchen and getting something to drink.
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« Reply #10 on: January 07, 2011, 10:28:54 am »
Junyad had not been in the city for a very long time. When hearing the rumors from various people throughout the day, he became curious of the rumors, wondering who 'Old Man Milcantar' is.

The next time he would hear somebody mention his name, or the 'announcement' he was going to make, the tuxedo cat would ask for more information. It wasn't as if he had anything better to be doing..

(OOC: Nice, that I'm the only one from Estovara. This will make for good character interaction.)
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #11 on: January 07, 2011, 05:50:48 pm »
Revo Had woke up a little late, and needed to bring the meat he made the day before to the market.

Revo put up his meat on a rack and layed out a price on his table. Listening to the news that everyone that walked by was talking about, He wasn't too interested about any news though.
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #12 on: January 08, 2011, 01:47:07 am »
(*Just to let you guys know, I'm heading back to school on the 18th.  Depending on how busy school gets, my character might disengage from the plot so that I can nondestructively go inactive at that time.*)

Name:  Theris Pakan
Species:  Red Wolf
Homeland:  Galandrel (*sorry, Shim; it seems that the other homeland doesn't fit with this character*)
Appearance:  Theris wears a plain but excessively worn garb consisting of long pants, a tunic, boots, and a hat.
Age:  25
Profession:  Messenger
Background:  Theris is a highly intelligent individual.  At all times, he carries a book with an attached leather shoulder strap, which contains cryptic and seemingly unreadable "notes" on a large array of common knowledge, personal information, and messages between Galandrel agents.  Theris is extremely attached to said book; he writes in it at times that might seem inappropriate, and he will refuse to let it leave his sight for any reason whatsoever.

He isn't as well known as most.  Those who do know of him might know that his book is a primary reason why Theris is a messenger for the Galandrel Empire.  Those the few who know him reasonably well would know that Theris has poor memory in many areas, and fills his otherwise blank book with words in his constructed graphical language so that his long term memory can be triggered by these words later on.  Without such triggers, Theris can function, but he would not be able to recall many of his personal and social memories (his basic world knowledge and language ability are also affected, but much less dramatically).  For Theris, being without his book is literally like being without half of his brain.

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Theris sat by himself in a restaurant, book open in front of him.  He nibbled at his food as he listened to the chatter of the town.  His ears perked at a piece of gossip that he had heard several times throughout the day.

He quickly opened his book, and drew what he heard.  Symbols representing the sounds of the name "Milcantar" and the concepts Speak, Place type Square type Agree, and Time type Sun type ____ type Next were soon laid on the page, and the page was given the indexing symbol Event in the corner.

Theris looked at the page he just drew.  For such a big fuss, not a lot was being said.  His page on this speech was still mostly blank.  He decided that he would have to wait to find out more about this speech.  Since he was on break from his job, there was little else he could do.
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #13 on: January 08, 2011, 02:13:57 am »
After his lunch break, Tehrn was chopping onions to use in a sauce when the rabbit that he worked in the restaurant's kitchen with cleared his throat and said, "You know that inventor guy? Milcantar, I think his name was? Yeah, he's gonna make some kinda announcement tomorrow. At Treaty Square, they say."

Tehrn put the knife down and rubbed his stinging eyes with the heel of his paw. "Is he, now? I wonder what he's got t'say."

"I don't know," his coworker said. "But I think I'm gonna go listen. Why don't you come with? We both have tomorrow off."

"Sounds like a plan." With that, he went back to preparing the ingredients for the sauce. He glanced up at the restaurant's customer area and saw a red wolf that was writing in a book. From his vantage point it was impossible to see what he wrote in it, but it didn't seem to be much. He saw the wolf read what he just read, possibly reflecting on the page.
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« Reply #14 on: January 08, 2011, 02:32:22 am »
Junyad walked through the streets feeling cold as always. To make matters worse, his only clothing, a pair of shorts, were starting to fall apart, and he had no money to replace them. He would have to start moving more elusively.

He heard, walking through the city, that Milcantar was an in inventor, but was slowing down at an alarming rate. Junyad wondered what he had to say to the rest of the city-folk. He had nothing better to do, and night was usually the best time to hunt for local diseased sewer rat. He decided he would stay the night in an alley by the square, and let the commotion of the entire city wake him up, if this man was the big deal everybody claimed he was.

For now, he was passing by a local restaurant. The smells tortured him, daily. He stopped and sat down against the wall of the restaurant, next to the door, hoping, wishing somebody would be nice enough to offer him a scrap. Junyad was much too shy to ask, though. He instead simply continued to sit, enjoying the scents. Those were free.
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #15 on: January 08, 2011, 03:50:23 am »
Revo Finished his day working in the market so he walked towards home, slightly angered nobody bought his sun dried jerky, he figured just more for him as dinner.
On his way home he walked by a restaurant and saw someone sitting bye the door of the place, he looked hungry and Revo had lots of jerky left, he pondered the thought and walked up to him, "Uh Hey are you hungry? or just sitting?"
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« Reply #16 on: January 08, 2011, 04:07:27 am »
The Tuxedo Cat looked up at the figure. Junyad opened his mouth to speak, but stopped. He was nervous to speak to this man. He tried again: "Umm..Both?" he said, nervously. "I'm really not trying to bother anybody. If I'm on your property, I will leave with no further questions! All of your food smells wonderful, though!" He held his hands up. The young cat thought this Husky was the owner of the store. Junyad had been spacing out, and did not see which direction he came from. He stood up, and started to walk away without being prompted to do so.

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« Reply #17 on: January 08, 2011, 04:25:55 am »
Revo watched as he walked off and decided to tell him, "Wait! I don't own this place, your fine I was just going to offer you some food"

He waited for a reaction and had already grabbed some jerky out of his back pack.
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« Reply #18 on: January 08, 2011, 04:35:11 am »
Junyad's ears twitched, the instant he heard the word 'food'. He could not believe that a passerby was offering him essential basic needs. He turned around, and walked back toward the Husky. He asked, in a surprised tone: "..Really?" He looked grateful beyond what words could describe.

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« Reply #19 on: January 08, 2011, 04:47:46 am »
Revo looked at the cat he felt bad for him he didn't mind helping people,He was just careful who it was.

"Yes I have a good amount of this jerky, plus more at home. Uh you look like could use some clothes too, they may not be in great shape but I have tons of em, if you don't mind following me to my home."

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« Reply #20 on: January 08, 2011, 04:57:10 am »
Junyad gasped. Several months, and this man was the first to offer him anything. Food would made Junyad's entire week, but clothes? He could not accept the fact that it was that simple. "I hope I'm not burdening you." He replied, guiltily. "You're offering me to go to your home, even? I can't help but ask what's in this for you." He sighed.

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #21 on: January 08, 2011, 05:09:36 am »
OOC I'll see ya later today i'm out.))


Revo was surprised he didn't expect to have second thought's but he put them behind him and continued on with the chat.

"For me? Absolutely nothing! Except the someone to talk to part, ya see I haven't had a visitor or anyone for that matter, to talk to for month's it's like I did something I shouldn't have and everyone reticules me for it. Thing is it would be nice to have someone over for once, Even if I don't know them. So how bout it? I'd easily forgive ya if you didn't want to."
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« Reply #22 on: January 08, 2011, 06:07:43 am »
Ira's snow white face was completely blank.  The most observant men in the world might not have noticed that neither the book he held in his paws,  "Knitting for the elderly Upper Class," or the glass of red wine he was slowly sipping at were indeed not the sole object of his attention.  The coyote sat casually at a small table in the restaurant's outdoor courtyard.  He flipped a page and set the book gently on the table.

Ira was well dressed.  His black frock coat was unbuttoned,  allowing it to sway gently in the wind beside his chair.  The coyote radiated the kind of aura someone in a coma might,  pure calm.  Ira's ears,  however,  were perked,  listening to the nearby conversation between what looked like a beggar and a vendor.  What interested the coyote more than the gesture of kindness was the less than subtle desperation in the beggar's voice.  Nothing more than a scrap of meat seemed to have won his admiration

Ira flipped a page, while licking the bitter taste of a dry wine off of his lips.
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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #23 on: January 08, 2011, 09:10:55 am »
Mr. Clavers once again carefully unfolded the piece of paper from the pocket of his waistcoat. He paused only to briefly smooth out his overcoat. For about the thirtieth time that day, the fox read through his precise instructions. Of course his instructions had been very sparse and somewhat, vague. Mr. Clavers had maintained his job for more than ten years. He was used to his employer's demands.

So once more the fox mentally ran through all of the notes he had collected. He needed to find himself an expert on the Ceronian empire, or what passes for an expert in such a lax field. He had exhausted many options and had ruled out all of the big name archeologists for whatever reason. Of course, the Fox could not hold any of them to blame, the enormity of what he had to ask would put most off not to mention most were nowhere near the city for any point in the foreseeable future.

Thus it came to pass that Mr. Clavers found himself standing outside the abode of a second-rate archeologist - one Mr. Lyndon Haluk - reading one last time and mentally checking off everyone above him on the list.

Once he was absolutely sure there were no other, more favorable alternatives, Mr. Clavers folded the paper carefully and returned it to his pocket. With that, the fox straightened he overcoat once more. Adjusted his hat, and pushed his spectacles firmly to the bridge of his nose. With that settled, the fox gave three short, professional, raps on the door. His gloved hands hardly muted the sound at all.

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The old panther casually flicked his tail and let our a relaxed sigh. It was after all nice to take a break every once in a while.  Not to mention the additional time it was taking was giving him more time to think. He had always like having time to think. Especially on those rare occasions where it did not involve gears, or steam, or any other of the countless mechanics involved.

"I would like to apologize once again for the delay. It seems there has been some sort of delay in the kitchen."

Temporarily startled from his thoughts, the panther casually glanced up at his waitress. By the panther's reckoning the she was not an unattractive young girl. Were that I were a few years younger. He lamented to himself. Who am I kidding? Were that I were a few decades younger.

With that thought a spout of laughter poured from the panther.

"Excuse me for intruding sir, but are you alright?" the waitress asked

"Yes. Well I mean, technically no.. maybe? Perhaps I am perhaps I'm not. That uncertainty of when we will precisely leave this mortal coil is part of what we like to call life is it not?"  the panther asked in his creaky voice.

"Umm Sir?"

"Well I suppose you were referring to my prior outburst. In regards to that I am perfectly 'alright' as you youths so eloquently put it. I was merely having a moment of unimportant tangential thoughts, humorous though they might have been." He carefully rubbed his chin for a moment. "I can not help but realize the implications of your comment though. That trouble in the kitchen causes this delay, and not a polite respite planned by your establishment to allow for a relax of muscles, most notedly the mind, is quite concerting. I suppose it would have to do with the implements and tools at hand for processing and cooking the food. Have you by any chance tried a copper base for your cookware?"

"Ummm." The waitress replied helplessly trying to process what was being said.

"Ah but of course, the price would be steep. Hmmm I have been experimenting with some alternative fuel sources to coal. I have found a particular gas which might be of use. We could pipe it in directly to be used as fires. Wouldn't that be wonderful? It'd be the steam revolution all over again! Why you wouldn't even have shovel coal into your boiler anymore. I believe I'm on to something."

At that the panther hurriedly began furiously scribbling on his napkin.

((Was going to include a character sheet for Mr. Clavers. It'll wait for now... this post is long enough as it is.))

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Re: The Fabled Realm of Altaria
« Reply #24 on: January 08, 2011, 10:11:06 am »
Lyndon had just walked out of his kitchen with his drink when he heard of knocks on the door, he went to the door and opened it putting his drink on a windowsill next to the door and asked, "Hello, How may I help?" while adjusting his hat and with his hands free he picked his drink back up and took a swig at it before putting it back on the windowsill.