Weyr
17-08-2004, 04:20
This RP is happening simultaneously with the Weyrean Civil War :: the IG Virus outbreak. While the other thread is open for nations to invade and send militaries, this one is not. Feel free to join, although I doubt anyone will for some reason...
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Synopsis
The first phase was complete, and the Kingdom of Weyr reeled from the surprise attack made by the priesthood of the god Krim. The IG Virus had the High Guard tied up in Southport, fighting swarms of undead monsters. The Skyfleet was made impotent with the sabotage of all by two of its skyships.
Now came the masterstroke. One arm of the fighters of Krim would employ demons summoned by the horrific symphony composed by the infamous Dr. Sharkowitz, and wipe out the High Guard. At the same time, the second arm, hidden in shadows, would destroy the last High King of Weyr.
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16 Sun's height
<Wye City :: Tower of Kings :: Apartment of the High King>
The apartment did not look like it was fit for a king. Cramped by most standards, with only a living room, a bedroom, and an office, it probably nce housed a butler of the Tower of Kings. A few oversized shirts lay on the wide bed. Dirty socks littered the floor. The desk in the office was strewn with papers and open books; the azure leynet crystal pulsed periodically amidst its cover of newspapers and memos.
"Damn you! Damn you, damn you, damn you!" Ash shouted. His fist slammed into the apartment's wall, fracturing the pale eternastone that was hidden beneath ancient wallpaper.
On top of the clutter on the wide oak desk lay a crumpled piece of paper. Ash picked it up, more to keep himself occupied than anything else. "You know ".
"Of course," he muttered. "What better way than this. Fools, both of them," he was out the apartment's door, slamming it behind him.
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<Intercity Highway 92>
The sun glared off the hoverbike as it raced over permacrete highway, passing motor lorries and cars, brown grasslands flashing to either side. Mt. Weyr reared its head behind him, as Ash sped westward. [i]Where else, he mused. He was the last Lord of the Endless Voids, tasked with protecting the High King and Weyr; and now, he was possibly too late.
Ash clicked on the hoverbike’s ‘net crystal, br9nging up the Wn3 news radio. “Fighting continues on the streets of Southport, as the High Guard advances against the hundreds of thousands of undead still walking the daylight streets of this city. Fires have broken out on the dockside, possibly as a result of the shelling by the WSS Akira, currently one of the two skyships in the region. The rest of the much-touted Skyfleet is still at the skydock in Wye City, rumored to have been sabotaged just hours after the release of the IG Virus into Southport. This is WN3, Weyr Net News Network”
Well, Ash thought, noting the ‘way station ahead’sign and deciding to pull into it, at least something’s going well. perhaps the city would be brought back under Weyrean control in a few days.
The hoverbike pulled into the way station parking lot, the last before the massive bridge over the River Wye. Perhaps someone had seen Alicia pass through here. Ash opened the oval door lined in chrome, and stepped into the "retro" way station/diner.
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Synopsis
The first phase was complete, and the Kingdom of Weyr reeled from the surprise attack made by the priesthood of the god Krim. The IG Virus had the High Guard tied up in Southport, fighting swarms of undead monsters. The Skyfleet was made impotent with the sabotage of all by two of its skyships.
Now came the masterstroke. One arm of the fighters of Krim would employ demons summoned by the horrific symphony composed by the infamous Dr. Sharkowitz, and wipe out the High Guard. At the same time, the second arm, hidden in shadows, would destroy the last High King of Weyr.
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16 Sun's height
<Wye City :: Tower of Kings :: Apartment of the High King>
The apartment did not look like it was fit for a king. Cramped by most standards, with only a living room, a bedroom, and an office, it probably nce housed a butler of the Tower of Kings. A few oversized shirts lay on the wide bed. Dirty socks littered the floor. The desk in the office was strewn with papers and open books; the azure leynet crystal pulsed periodically amidst its cover of newspapers and memos.
"Damn you! Damn you, damn you, damn you!" Ash shouted. His fist slammed into the apartment's wall, fracturing the pale eternastone that was hidden beneath ancient wallpaper.
On top of the clutter on the wide oak desk lay a crumpled piece of paper. Ash picked it up, more to keep himself occupied than anything else. "You know ".
"Of course," he muttered. "What better way than this. Fools, both of them," he was out the apartment's door, slamming it behind him.
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<Intercity Highway 92>
The sun glared off the hoverbike as it raced over permacrete highway, passing motor lorries and cars, brown grasslands flashing to either side. Mt. Weyr reared its head behind him, as Ash sped westward. [i]Where else, he mused. He was the last Lord of the Endless Voids, tasked with protecting the High King and Weyr; and now, he was possibly too late.
Ash clicked on the hoverbike’s ‘net crystal, br9nging up the Wn3 news radio. “Fighting continues on the streets of Southport, as the High Guard advances against the hundreds of thousands of undead still walking the daylight streets of this city. Fires have broken out on the dockside, possibly as a result of the shelling by the WSS Akira, currently one of the two skyships in the region. The rest of the much-touted Skyfleet is still at the skydock in Wye City, rumored to have been sabotaged just hours after the release of the IG Virus into Southport. This is WN3, Weyr Net News Network”
Well, Ash thought, noting the ‘way station ahead’sign and deciding to pull into it, at least something’s going well. perhaps the city would be brought back under Weyrean control in a few days.
The hoverbike pulled into the way station parking lot, the last before the massive bridge over the River Wye. Perhaps someone had seen Alicia pass through here. Ash opened the oval door lined in chrome, and stepped into the "retro" way station/diner.