Oct 28, 2014 1:33 pm
With a mechanical thunk the main lights in the Hive ignite overhead. Each one along the spine of the Hive igniting in sequence with the same thunk, and each one echoing in the hollow metal halls far below. The lights along the spine serve as your artificial sun, alerting you to sunrise outside and giving the dark cool interior of the hive an artificial day and night cycle. The spine lights are far overhead and the intricate criss-crossing of wires, supports, and pipes, combined with the additions made by the Hivers over the last few generations, leave much of the ground level overrun by shadow and patches of dim light. Where the overhead lights do not reach the ground the Hivers have placed torches in sconces upon the walls and fulgurite lanterns cast muted flickering candle light along the metal and synth footpaths that are common among The Hive.
Despite the age of the Hive much of it remains intact. What has rotted with age has been maintained by those who seem to speak to the Hive itself. These engineers and their prodigy repair and maintain much of the equipment here, sometimes without recognition from the original and other times in a primitive and hodgepodge manner. Much of The Hive is an amalgamation of the ancient and the ninth world. Old rotten footpaths have rusted away and crumbled into dust falling deep in the depths of The Hive below. These have been replace by precariously placed metal grates and other salvages parts never really meant to support the weight of humans walking upon them. These man made bridges connect sections of The Hive that have long since been separated by decayed flooring. Crossing these bridges is an everyday routine for most workers who dare not look down into the underbelly of The Hive from where they faintly hear ghastly sounds and shrieks all shrouded a midst impenetrable darkness. Those who work among the great numenera of The Hive hear the skittering sounds of metallic legs as dozens of numenera spiders skitter along pipes and walls trying to repair what is left of The Hive's original numenera.
Biiliik has just awoken as the spine lights cast their light upon The Hive floor. The previous night was atypical and she found it rather difficult to sleep, but she does not quite know why. Perhaps it is the recent civil unrest which she has been largely responsible for dealing with instead of being free to leave the Hive as she usually prefers. With the current worker uprisings most warriors were pulled from their usual duties to protect the Hive infrastructure and the well being of the loyalists. The water shortage has gotten her on edge as well, though as a member of the warrior caste, and even more importantly a female descendant of the queen her needs have been well taken care of.
Vizim's evening was no better, Biiliik and other warriors have ensured that his evening was filled with wound care. Vizim slept well enough but was up far too late treating the injured from last evening's riots. When the spine lights ignited and Vizim awoke greeted only by the "through the eye" headache typical of sleep deprivation. He knew today would be no better, the unrest has gotten worse over the last few weeks and desperate workers would fight amongst themselves at best or band together to take on warriors like himself at worst.
Seyyal Daima perhaps had the worst evening of all. While Vizim spent the evening and much of the night treating wounded workers and Biiliik did her part by putting some of the riots to an end; Seyyal has spent the entire night counseling desperate workers. Like Biiliik, Seyyal is a direct female descendant of the queen and her physical likeness to the first prophet of the sacred scrolls has much of the worker caste believing her the reincarnation of said prophet and the likely next queen. This lofty status weighs heavily on her responsibilities but gives her an uncanny ability to keep the unrest in check without violence or intimidation. Her temple has just emptied of the last of the desperate, just in time for the spine lights to ignite. Seyyal is completely overcome by weariness, but a new day has dawned, and new problems are inevitable.
[This is the first story post mainly intended to set the setting and recent events. Feel free to elaborate on your previous evening and the night. Your first post should largely introduce your character and their morning routine. I will respond to each post if a GM response is needed. Look out for the next plot post tomorrow evening.]
Despite the age of the Hive much of it remains intact. What has rotted with age has been maintained by those who seem to speak to the Hive itself. These engineers and their prodigy repair and maintain much of the equipment here, sometimes without recognition from the original and other times in a primitive and hodgepodge manner. Much of The Hive is an amalgamation of the ancient and the ninth world. Old rotten footpaths have rusted away and crumbled into dust falling deep in the depths of The Hive below. These have been replace by precariously placed metal grates and other salvages parts never really meant to support the weight of humans walking upon them. These man made bridges connect sections of The Hive that have long since been separated by decayed flooring. Crossing these bridges is an everyday routine for most workers who dare not look down into the underbelly of The Hive from where they faintly hear ghastly sounds and shrieks all shrouded a midst impenetrable darkness. Those who work among the great numenera of The Hive hear the skittering sounds of metallic legs as dozens of numenera spiders skitter along pipes and walls trying to repair what is left of The Hive's original numenera.
Biiliik has just awoken as the spine lights cast their light upon The Hive floor. The previous night was atypical and she found it rather difficult to sleep, but she does not quite know why. Perhaps it is the recent civil unrest which she has been largely responsible for dealing with instead of being free to leave the Hive as she usually prefers. With the current worker uprisings most warriors were pulled from their usual duties to protect the Hive infrastructure and the well being of the loyalists. The water shortage has gotten her on edge as well, though as a member of the warrior caste, and even more importantly a female descendant of the queen her needs have been well taken care of.
Vizim's evening was no better, Biiliik and other warriors have ensured that his evening was filled with wound care. Vizim slept well enough but was up far too late treating the injured from last evening's riots. When the spine lights ignited and Vizim awoke greeted only by the "through the eye" headache typical of sleep deprivation. He knew today would be no better, the unrest has gotten worse over the last few weeks and desperate workers would fight amongst themselves at best or band together to take on warriors like himself at worst.
Seyyal Daima perhaps had the worst evening of all. While Vizim spent the evening and much of the night treating wounded workers and Biiliik did her part by putting some of the riots to an end; Seyyal has spent the entire night counseling desperate workers. Like Biiliik, Seyyal is a direct female descendant of the queen and her physical likeness to the first prophet of the sacred scrolls has much of the worker caste believing her the reincarnation of said prophet and the likely next queen. This lofty status weighs heavily on her responsibilities but gives her an uncanny ability to keep the unrest in check without violence or intimidation. Her temple has just emptied of the last of the desperate, just in time for the spine lights to ignite. Seyyal is completely overcome by weariness, but a new day has dawned, and new problems are inevitable.
[This is the first story post mainly intended to set the setting and recent events. Feel free to elaborate on your previous evening and the night. Your first post should largely introduce your character and their morning routine. I will respond to each post if a GM response is needed. Look out for the next plot post tomorrow evening.]