Hanseania
26-04-2005, 14:22
The huge truck lumbered on through the wasteland, the suns merciless rays glinting off the dusty drivers window. Uzora Minor had been discovered and colonised by mankind almost five centuries ago and had then been opened for the heavy mining industry due to it’s prominent mineral resources. Resources like promethium and methane gas.
About two centuries ago, those precious resources had all but petered out, and the mining corporations had all shut down their operations here. Uzora Minor was these days little more than a wasted and empty, gutted shell. Another example of the unquenchable thirst displayed by the Imperial war-machine in the 41st millennium, a millennium of darkness, deceit, war and despair.
It was also a millennium of greed and easy profits. At least it was for Emric Feln, Rogue Trader by profession and adventurer by nature (some would say money grubbing bastard by nature, but not too loudly) At the moment, Emric currently found himself riding shotgun in the large maroon-coloured EC 35 cargo truck his boys had commandeered for the journey. You could say what you wanted about the EC 35, but it was built to last, that much was true. It’s large, crusty frame, pock-marked with thousands of tiny craters caused by downpours of acidic rain had been about the only thing standing in the remains of the outpost he and his boys had reached five days ago. The vulcanised rubber-tires were still intact – unlike the driver and passenger seat of which there was little more than the metal frames left of - and even though it had taken them half a good day to clean it out completely, the previously sand-clogged engine had still roared to life once they’d filled some promethium on the tank.
Emric had been impressed, it probably hadn’t been used for anything for the last century or so. The equipment and manpower had been loaded up, and Zenja had climbed up front along with Emric to act as driver. As Emric’s blue eyes now scanned the horizon from behind the drop-down visor of his helmet, he wondered for a moment why on earth he had decided to go to this imperial-forsaken place. There was nothing but brown, sandy wasteland as far as the eye could see in any direction, with the odd ramshackle mining outpost ready to fall apart every other week or so, at least if you followed what was left of the old roads.
So why had he come here? The treasure of course, had been a good motivation. Emric had gotten hold of an old map somewhere, or so he said to the rest of the crew. The map had allegedly been drawn up by the infamous pirate and slaver Maeric Holg, and the promise of finding his hidden treasure was well worth the trouble of coming here to this sand-clogged dump of a world.
Meanwhile, in the back of the old cargo truck, the rest of Emric’s crew was busy, killing time...
OoC: All right then, this is going to be a sort of Treasure Island gig set in the world of Warhammer 40K. Players with background knowledge of this world (readers of Dan Abnett for instance) are most welcome, but not required. This is going to be a heavily character-involved RP, so some skills on the matter would be desirable.
You’ll be acting as members of the Rogue trader Emeric Feln’s personal cohorts (much an Inquisitors warband, if you know what I’m talking about) and if you haven’t figured it out yet, your off to find some hidden treasure. Write a little something about yourself and how you came to be with Emeric. And please, for goodness sake, no bloody ùber munchkins ok? Let’s try to keep this a tad bit balanced...
About two centuries ago, those precious resources had all but petered out, and the mining corporations had all shut down their operations here. Uzora Minor was these days little more than a wasted and empty, gutted shell. Another example of the unquenchable thirst displayed by the Imperial war-machine in the 41st millennium, a millennium of darkness, deceit, war and despair.
It was also a millennium of greed and easy profits. At least it was for Emric Feln, Rogue Trader by profession and adventurer by nature (some would say money grubbing bastard by nature, but not too loudly) At the moment, Emric currently found himself riding shotgun in the large maroon-coloured EC 35 cargo truck his boys had commandeered for the journey. You could say what you wanted about the EC 35, but it was built to last, that much was true. It’s large, crusty frame, pock-marked with thousands of tiny craters caused by downpours of acidic rain had been about the only thing standing in the remains of the outpost he and his boys had reached five days ago. The vulcanised rubber-tires were still intact – unlike the driver and passenger seat of which there was little more than the metal frames left of - and even though it had taken them half a good day to clean it out completely, the previously sand-clogged engine had still roared to life once they’d filled some promethium on the tank.
Emric had been impressed, it probably hadn’t been used for anything for the last century or so. The equipment and manpower had been loaded up, and Zenja had climbed up front along with Emric to act as driver. As Emric’s blue eyes now scanned the horizon from behind the drop-down visor of his helmet, he wondered for a moment why on earth he had decided to go to this imperial-forsaken place. There was nothing but brown, sandy wasteland as far as the eye could see in any direction, with the odd ramshackle mining outpost ready to fall apart every other week or so, at least if you followed what was left of the old roads.
So why had he come here? The treasure of course, had been a good motivation. Emric had gotten hold of an old map somewhere, or so he said to the rest of the crew. The map had allegedly been drawn up by the infamous pirate and slaver Maeric Holg, and the promise of finding his hidden treasure was well worth the trouble of coming here to this sand-clogged dump of a world.
Meanwhile, in the back of the old cargo truck, the rest of Emric’s crew was busy, killing time...
OoC: All right then, this is going to be a sort of Treasure Island gig set in the world of Warhammer 40K. Players with background knowledge of this world (readers of Dan Abnett for instance) are most welcome, but not required. This is going to be a heavily character-involved RP, so some skills on the matter would be desirable.
You’ll be acting as members of the Rogue trader Emeric Feln’s personal cohorts (much an Inquisitors warband, if you know what I’m talking about) and if you haven’t figured it out yet, your off to find some hidden treasure. Write a little something about yourself and how you came to be with Emeric. And please, for goodness sake, no bloody ùber munchkins ok? Let’s try to keep this a tad bit balanced...