Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Well... "Ya' see, there we was, out in the sky, a dark, quiet night...nothing but the hum of the propellers to keep us drivin' forward. I was in the front, course. Ya'know I took'em out there, I hada' bring'em back too. It was an eerie quiet, the clouds were thick, and loomin' over our ships, and before we knew it, it was almost like the ball, the sky lit up, came to life like a roarin' dragon. We got hit a few times, at first, and I think some of the other ships did too, but it was like playing a guessin' game out there, none can't see none. We fired back and they returned our rain of lead, but it was hit or miss, all we knew was that it felt like we were taking more damage then they were...so I cracked an idea, had the wings fly over and tell the cap's, I'm gonna light everything I can, and for them to put there fire out, it'll be an easy mark for the bads to hit, so stay back. It worked, but we took a lickin' in the process, but I knew Ol' Whistler would keep on tickin'. Once we stopped firing, and lit ourselves ablaze, they took every shot they could at us, and the crew, and myself, of course, doing our best weaved and dodged, but boy, they weren't movin they sat there and fired at us. And then the other ships really lettem have it, I bet'cha they used every thing in there arsenal. We had some casualties..." He half shrugs the arm wrapped in dressing. "We came out a live, just beat..Just figured, more is better than one makin' it back." He lifts the right side of his lips in a it is what it is type of expression.
Ikuze shrugged, as best she could in this confounded dress, at Caitlins comment about being a ship aficionado. Whatever that meant, but she could kinda figure it meant an expert or something. "Not really. I just call it like I see it, especially after the amount of damage we've seen lately..." she said, casting her eyes to look over Lodan itself from this vantage point of the city. From a distance, the city looked like it was holding relatively together. As if it had come through pretty much unscathed. Maybe a spot here and there, but from a distance the city still looked in one piece.
But the blue haired thief knew that once these sailors started to make their way down, the wounds and scars the city had suffered, that its people had suffered would start seeping out. Her arms folded across her chest, her hands gripping them unconsciously as she thought about what the Svedes had taken from them. How many of these sailors had set off with loved ones still inside the walls? And how many of them would return to what was left of their homes, to find anyone still there? Ikuze shut her eyes, her nails digging into her skin through the dress and she began to go through her breathing exercises to try and calm herself, the damned corset not helping matters! Sort of hard to take deep breaths when your diaphragm and lungs were being squeezed!
Rava turned to Cait to answer back "It more that being used to patching up the bar every day after some iron friends come in every day , you get used to fixing and mending and covering up the mess and marks during open hours and during closing hours it the cleaning up with the derby from the days shaninigins . all in the day of just living the working bar during a war. " it had became the norm for her for the passed few months that she just know how to fix the looks of it . she then noticed that Ikuze was struggling to breath as she went over to her "need help ?" she asked as she motion to the corset " I don't get why ya punish yourself by wearing that thing , es como si llevaras una trampa para osos" she said shaking her head
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Oct 23, 2017 12:26:35 GMT
The lift to the airships groaned as it came to a stop, as if the load it was carrying was too much for even its massive chains and strong motor. It was certainly carrying supplies - all of the materials that would be required to repair the airships would be unloaded, making room to take people and cargo back down to Lodan. But the lift was also carrying a massive fellow who held a large toolbox in one hand, and a five-foot wrench in the other, as if he was a viking wielding a battle club. The heavy chains of the lift made a noise as the big man stepped off of it.
Thrakazog was dressed slightly better than normal - instead of his usual rags (and nice boots, thanks to Caitlin's generosity), he was clad in heavy workman's overalls that were far better at resisting dirt and oil than he was used to. His upper torso was covered by a white, loose-weave, cotton workman's shirt - not the best choice for working with grease, but dying the fabric was pointless - and a pair of goggles were hanging loosely where his neck would have been, had he possessed one.
He was excited. Caitlin had him working on her airships for a couple of months now, even though he didn't understand a whole lot about flying. Engines, however, hid nothing from him - whether in the water, or in the air - and so he was ready to go to work when he heard the word that the fleet was returning. He'd seen an airship before. He'd worked on one before. But he'd never seen a small fleet of them arriving all at once, with their sails and balloons making silhouettes in the evening sky. He grinned, his wide face making room for his teeth as he took in the sight of it.
And then the grin grew even wider when he started to see people he knew. Captain Cait was there, of course - these were her ships! But he also recognized Rava from the tavern, and Levi, the ship captain. And then he couldn't miss the blue-haired girl, Ikuze, who was one of the first people he'd met when he joined Caitlin's crew. Even now, she still had her instrument strapped to her back. The only thing that was out-of-place was the dress she wore. Thrak had never seen THAT before!
He got his sizeable bulk moving, and approached the group, offering his customary greeting, "Ug dere, youz!"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Oct 24, 2017 0:41:34 GMT
Ikuze shrugged off the compliment, preferring to keep things humble, which in turned turned into something else and Rava made haste to check on the blue haired woman. Levi told Cait his side of the story, and she responded with raised brows and a low whistle in the appropriate intervals. What was done was done, the important thing was that they were all back. The rest could be repaired over time.
Speaking of repairs, their resident engine extraordinaire stepped off the lift and joined them on their level. He greeted the lot, to which Cait smiled some more, waving in return. Her face was going to crack under this much giddiness. It hurt already from smiling too much. She released Levi's arms and stepped out of his hold. There was work to be done, but that didn't keep her from noticing the red cloth tied around her partner's arm. She eyed it pointedly and told the man. "No excuses, you go with the others who need healing down to the base of the tower. I'll meet you all there and see what I can do about your injuries. Right now we have to clear the pier for the rest to do their work." She was an expert healer these days. Spent much of her time pent up learning the arts and it was the first branch of magic she mastered in full.
"Rava, Ikuze, if you could please help get the wounded to the bottom of the tower, I'll see about the repairs and after I convene with Thrak and the engineering officers, I'll be down to see about fixing what's broken." To Levi, one last time to make sure he got the message, she pointed at him and said "you - go with them" them being the two ladies she'd tasked with helping the injured. "I'll meet you down there." Of course she herself had not come away unscathed. Caitlin was a bit under weight, a biproduct of the siege and how it had effect her. Her clothes were a little loose and her shoulders a little bonier than they had been before. Her depression and zombie-like behaviors when she was going-through-the-motions also resulted in the baroness not really eating properly. If anyone had noticed though, no one had chosen to bring it up to her.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Rolling his eyes, he gently grabs the bandaged arm, and looks at it as if he can heal through his good looks. He watches Caitlin walk away, and follows in suit mummbling about someone causing more damage then good. "'Sides" he pipes up "Maybe I want you ta' be the one to fix me up." He follows his questions up with asking about the city below, and what happened during the crews absence. He stubbornly goes back to the ship, grabbing a box of supplies and started hauling it off the zepplin, his face displaying either pain, or focus.