Jun 12, 2016 3:04 am
It is morning. The first of the Wasteland's two suns has risen, and for a few hours being outside will be bearable. The wind seems to be picking up, sandstorms are likely. Many people may die today. But none of that is anything new.
Just east of the center of this desert is a facility designed to extract and process oil from beneath the harsh sands. From the outside, an unfamiliar observer could be mistaken for abandoned. But just beneath the facade is a small city, providing the whole Wasteland with the fuel its inhabitants need to survive.
In a strangely nice(at least compared to the rest of the city) "apartment," James Alexander, a skilled liar who the owner only keeps around for his ability to "recruit" people, is disturbed from sleep by a pounding on his door. The voice that follows is all too familiar to him. "Face, wake up. Gus found something over at Shatterpoint, Rodney wants you to get some people and go check it out."
Gauthak Steelskin is a familiar sight to the residents of the refinery, usually involving something getting broken. He works as an enforcer for the warlord that runs the place, a valuable asset with the weird powers he's rumored to possess. An imposing obsidian monolith of a man, he inspires fear and respect from anyone smart enough not to start something.
Meanwhile, one of the city's few forms of entertainment, the fight club, has run through the night and leaked over into morning. The current bout is between the current champion, a stout human girl by the name of Winona Bladeleaf. Challenging her is Grevvn Quarsk, a relative newcomer to the pits, but he's already proven himself one of the strongest competitors they have. Their strong dislike of each other is well-known, and the crowd seems to be evenly divided in their support.Finneas the Meek has been awake for some time, fixing up his cobbled-together radio in one of the refinery's workshops using some parts he's obtained from the various junk shops that sell whatever gets scavenged that isn't immediately useful. Most of the parts are replacements or upgrades, but one doesn't have any obvious purpose. It is a hollow glass disc held together by a copper ring running along the outside. The inside of the disc is filled halfway with what looks like sparkling green sand.
Louvan Fox, unlike most, is presently up on the surface, making repairs to one of the city's trucks, an oversized flatbed with a large grappling hook loaded into a cannon mounted on the back. It wasn't too damaged, just some burn marks and a couple damaged wheels from a recent skirmish with some of Krunch's goblins, but that stuff adds up, might as well fix it up now.
Just east of the center of this desert is a facility designed to extract and process oil from beneath the harsh sands. From the outside, an unfamiliar observer could be mistaken for abandoned. But just beneath the facade is a small city, providing the whole Wasteland with the fuel its inhabitants need to survive.
In a strangely nice(at least compared to the rest of the city) "apartment," James Alexander, a skilled liar who the owner only keeps around for his ability to "recruit" people, is disturbed from sleep by a pounding on his door. The voice that follows is all too familiar to him. "Face, wake up. Gus found something over at Shatterpoint, Rodney wants you to get some people and go check it out."
Gauthak Steelskin is a familiar sight to the residents of the refinery, usually involving something getting broken. He works as an enforcer for the warlord that runs the place, a valuable asset with the weird powers he's rumored to possess. An imposing obsidian monolith of a man, he inspires fear and respect from anyone smart enough not to start something.
Meanwhile, one of the city's few forms of entertainment, the fight club, has run through the night and leaked over into morning. The current bout is between the current champion, a stout human girl by the name of Winona Bladeleaf. Challenging her is Grevvn Quarsk, a relative newcomer to the pits, but he's already proven himself one of the strongest competitors they have. Their strong dislike of each other is well-known, and the crowd seems to be evenly divided in their support.
OOC:
Grevvn, go ahead and roll initiative.Louvan Fox, unlike most, is presently up on the surface, making repairs to one of the city's trucks, an oversized flatbed with a large grappling hook loaded into a cannon mounted on the back. It wasn't too damaged, just some burn marks and a couple damaged wheels from a recent skirmish with some of Krunch's goblins, but that stuff adds up, might as well fix it up now.
