Ih8uwannakillu
05-02-2009, 01:15
The Tomb ship (http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh161/dragonsclaw56/Tombship.jpg) Reaver drifted slowly thrugh the void, its engines pulsing lazily with blue light as they pushed it forward.
In the vast interior of the ship rows of silent warreris lay silently on thier fuberal beds of stone. In thier hand they cluched long ceramonial swords (http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh161/dragonsclaw56/traditionalorceramonialsword.jpg) and they were covered in long robes of black (hiding most of thier wounds). Around thier beds walked priests clad in black. The air was freezing and very dry and many of the normal crew mwmbers shivered frequently, despite thier warm cloathing. The priests were adversly unaffected by the cold (it was not so diferant to thier temples) and walked calmy, chanting praires and praises loudly.
As the ship floated onwards it's comm system too broadcast the words of the priests, creating a seemly clamourous burst of noise. If anyone had the skill and brainpower and general will power to bother to decifer the many chants and recognise it as Drag-hur then they where worthy enough to attend the mass funeral that the ship was headed to. Indeed there was an underlying message in galactic standard inviting races to do just that.
Already 3 ships from the merchant fleet had decided to follow the Reaver and more where on thier way, all headed for the planet Deces-heim.
OOC: yea, just an idea I had and wanted to see bear fruit so it'll reveal some of the Dragona culture. Feel free to have what ever you want show up but please bear in mind it's suposed to be a funeral so please don't send something overly and obviously unaceptable such as '1,000 super heavily armed eilte soldiers of doom!!!'
In the vast interior of the ship rows of silent warreris lay silently on thier fuberal beds of stone. In thier hand they cluched long ceramonial swords (http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh161/dragonsclaw56/traditionalorceramonialsword.jpg) and they were covered in long robes of black (hiding most of thier wounds). Around thier beds walked priests clad in black. The air was freezing and very dry and many of the normal crew mwmbers shivered frequently, despite thier warm cloathing. The priests were adversly unaffected by the cold (it was not so diferant to thier temples) and walked calmy, chanting praires and praises loudly.
As the ship floated onwards it's comm system too broadcast the words of the priests, creating a seemly clamourous burst of noise. If anyone had the skill and brainpower and general will power to bother to decifer the many chants and recognise it as Drag-hur then they where worthy enough to attend the mass funeral that the ship was headed to. Indeed there was an underlying message in galactic standard inviting races to do just that.
Already 3 ships from the merchant fleet had decided to follow the Reaver and more where on thier way, all headed for the planet Deces-heim.
OOC: yea, just an idea I had and wanted to see bear fruit so it'll reveal some of the Dragona culture. Feel free to have what ever you want show up but please bear in mind it's suposed to be a funeral so please don't send something overly and obviously unaceptable such as '1,000 super heavily armed eilte soldiers of doom!!!'