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The Accursed Island [Closed]
Planet Designation: Forcellia
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens.
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue, with variable cloud cover.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous.
Mission: Negotiate for or otherwise obtain the artifact known as the Scepter of Domination.
Forcellia, or at least the part of it that contained the clearing in which the group now found themselves, wasn't exactly welcoming. The ground was little more than rocky soil, the sky violet-grey and overcast. Here, it was evidently late afternoon, edging into evening. It was slightly humid, as if from a recent rain; faint clouds of steamy mist seemed to curl off the ground, partially obscuring their view of their surroundings. Scraggly trees rose up out of this mist here and there, as if grasping towards fresher air.
The villagers in the area had supposedly been contacted ahead of time, and this had been the place they’d agreed to meet the crew. Whether or not they knew anything about this supposed Scepter of Domination, however, was not yet clear. What the Scepter even did or how it might contribute to their struggle was even less clear.
In the distance, they might hear the occasional whinny of a horse, or the lowing of a cow carrying up to them from the distance, though it was difficult, if not impossible, to tell from which direction the sound was coming from.
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Homo Sapiens.
Water: 69.5% of the planet's surface.
Climate: Earth-like
Landscape: Varied.
Air: Normoxic concentration.
Air Pressure: 101.3 kPa (kilopascals) = 14.7 psi (pounds per square inch)
Sky: Blue, with variable cloud cover.
Sun: A class G2V, yellow star.
Warnings: Wildlife and plant-life can be hazardous. Humans can be hazardous.
Mission: Negotiate for or otherwise obtain the artifact known as the Scepter of Domination.
Forcellia, or at least the part of it that contained the clearing in which the group now found themselves, wasn't exactly welcoming. The ground was little more than rocky soil, the sky violet-grey and overcast. Here, it was evidently late afternoon, edging into evening. It was slightly humid, as if from a recent rain; faint clouds of steamy mist seemed to curl off the ground, partially obscuring their view of their surroundings. Scraggly trees rose up out of this mist here and there, as if grasping towards fresher air.
The villagers in the area had supposedly been contacted ahead of time, and this had been the place they’d agreed to meet the crew. Whether or not they knew anything about this supposed Scepter of Domination, however, was not yet clear. What the Scepter even did or how it might contribute to their struggle was even less clear.
In the distance, they might hear the occasional whinny of a horse, or the lowing of a cow carrying up to them from the distance, though it was difficult, if not impossible, to tell from which direction the sound was coming from.
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"An eldar? I can't say I've heard of them before. Maybe you are unique to your world?" she sounded curious, looking at her for a few moments. "Your race must be full of incredible warriors if they share the same traits as you showed in the battlefield. It takes bravery and skill to toss one's self onto a rampaging dragon of his size and strength."
She would know, she'd face enough of the overgrown manifestations of sheer power to see the effect it had on even the bravest of heroes at times.
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Though there was no need to mention that at this point, the entire race was nearly dead right now and keeping their souls was an everyday fight.
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"That's impressive! You race must be incredibly powerful then. So... I take it the orcs in your galaxy aren't very pleasant then?" She was just curious due to the tone she seemed to take when talking of them.
"I ah, sorry, I was just curious about your universe s'all."
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"They can really do that? How do they multiply then? Since you said earlier they didn't breed either. Are they just that relentless? What were the Eldar's relations with them? Where there other factions? Other races?... I m-mean, if you'd like to keep talkin'... sorry." she said finally, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. It had seemed that she had led her thirst for knowledge get the best of her... Maybe she could find out the information from the media library instead of pestering her crew mate.
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"They are fungi. The orks release spores which grow into orks after the spores fight enough of the local fauna. As I said, they revolve around fighting. We Eldar were powerful enough to ignore the orks until the mon-keigh - humans - appeared and ruined everything. They were not powerful enough to beat the orks in one blow so they gave the brutes what they wanted."
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"Mon-keigh is your people's word for humans? It sounds like you're at odds with them as well. Were they your enemies too or did them fighting with the orcs make it unstable for the Eldar to keep them in check?"
She continued to listen intently, sincerely interested in Alendian's universe.
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Alendian is admittedly biased on the topic. Her craftworld, after all, was being ruthlessly invaded and destroyed by humans for no good reason at all.
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"And many share the same sentiment you do in regards to them as well. It seems that humans are a prominent race in most of the worlds I've been introduced to ever since I woke up on the ship... makes me wonder why that is."
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All the awkward silence, all of it!
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Lightning huh? She'd keep that in mind for sure.