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The place: Port City

Port City is the main trading port in the Timmerill Empire. A bustling city full of trade posts, markets, small business, and is mostly comprised of working class citizens. A hodgepodge of buildings and shacks, almost one on top of the other. Most of the people that live here are poverty stricken, hard working, blue collar types, with only a handful of aristocrats and the wealthy are barely that.. The people of Port city work their fingers to the bone just to make ends meet. Many men, and women alike, work in the salt planes, or in the coal mines just north of the city in the mountains. The commute to both is by railcar. A set of tracks runs east to west and ties the districts of the city together, making it fairly easy to get around. Another set meets up and runs from the docks and shipyards, running north to the mines, and beyond to the inner empire through a mountain pass. Traveling by railcar can be difficult, as it is highly regulated by the Emperors troops.The city is in a police state and heavily regulated by the Emperor and his troops. Everything from common household items and food, and even medicine, are all regulated and rationed. Many have little, and only some have a lot.
The city is in constant turmoil and skirmishes between the Emperor and several resistance groups are commonplace. Everyone in Port city is fed up with the Emperor and his regime, but no one wants to aid the resistance for fear that it may cause problems for themselves. The Emperor has deployed steam driven war machines and large steam powered airships to combat these small pockets of resistance and everything has come to a head.

Times were hard in Port City and had been for a while. The poverty stricken people who called Shanty Town home had it the worst of all those who would call this port home. The Emperor, however, was not without problems of his own. Though his empire was financially sound as an economic powerhouse, and his amassed foot soldiers and gun ships were a formidable force, complete control over this great city seemed unobtainable..
The Emperor, Ashe Fontaine, had seized control of Port city and all of its assets during "The Great War" as it was to be called. He soon declared this new territory a police state, and regulated its inhabitants to extremity. Though he maintained his occupation over the territory, it has remained in a constant state of turmoil and chaos due to several pockets of resistance fighters. These factions aim to return Port city, and the people that call the city their home, to the freedom they once knew. However these factions struggle to unify against the Emperor and his troops, making it difficult to gain any real ground against him. If ever united, these factions could prove to be a real threat to the Emperor and his regime.

The Emperor has employed steam driven war machines to combat the resistance, and has had great success using these to his tactical advantage. Many have died, resistance and citizens, as bystanders fall in the skirmishes in the city streets. No mercy, or quarter is ever given, and morale for the resistance is at an all-time low, and little hope is to be had. These machines tear through the city streets causing major collateral damage, slaughtering innocent and freedom fighters alike. These machines are outfitted with high caliber artillery, flame throwers, and edged weapons, and can inflict massive amounts of damage to flesh and buildings.



Ashe Fontaine has also amassed great airships to regulate air-trade commerce, the seizure of contraband and various other commodities, and to hunt down and annihilate any resistance in the air. These vessels are steam powered, and are much faster than the airships of the resistance. However, they are bulky and loud and are not as stealthy as the air and wind driven ones that are common in the skies over Port City. Stealth is key for the resistance, and they go to great lengths to disguise themselves as common merchant vessels and strive to avoid the imperial ships at any cost.
The Places of Port City









The Resistance

These freedom fighters are comprised of everyday common men and women, and some soldiers left over from the war who provide military know how and training. Every citizen of Port city is fed up with the Emperor and his regime, though few will give aid to the resistance, as they fear of the repercussions it could bring upon them and their families. "The Crimson Fists" are perhaps the strongest, and best outfitted of these factions. Sky pirates, led by a commander Slade, are very organized, and conduct acts of espionage and the looting of munitions from the Emperors depots, turning them against the mighty regime, unleashing deadly attacks from the air and ground alike.






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Character Sheets Addendum


please make your character sheets in the character sheets section of the roleplayers guild and I will then add them to an addendum on here for easy viewing.

Delilah Rose
Collin Curz
Captain John Slade
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~Delilah Rose~

Delilah had been waiting in line for hours. The medic station was always a nuisance, and the lines were unbearable. Not to mention the posibility of catching god knows what from god knows who. Medications were hard to come by in Port City, especially if you were poor, and Delilah was exactly that. She had taken off from work a few hours early, a terrible inconveniance it was to have to close the shop. Never gonna make any money like this, she thought, but thats the way things went for her all too often. Her brother, Frankie, had taken on a high fever three days ago. Frankie was always getting sick. His immune systems was less than par, and on top of that he could hardly leave the house due to his asthma. Having asthma in Port City is almost a death warrant. The soot and smoke from all the coal was simply too much to bear. In fact she couldnt remember the last time Frankie had been oiutside. "has it really been that long?" she muttered to herself, scratching her head with her finger, as if doing so would open up some sort of filing cabinet in her brain.
The people in line behind her were becoming aggitated. Come to think of it, so were the people in front of her, and she was too. She could hear the old, bent up woman at the counter giving the imperial a what for.. Man was that lady onary. The imperials rationed meds here in the city to the extreme, especially in the Shanty, and lots of people went without it. Going without was not an option for Delilah though.. All she could think about was her poor Frankie, sweat all beaded up on his pale little forehead. Nothing ever seemed to favor Delilah, or anyone in her family for that matter.. Her parents were both black bagged, and later exectued during "the Great War", and her grandfather was left without a leg from the same tragedy, and poor Frankie, he never had the chance to enjoy being a child. The whole situation of the lot of them infuriated her, and the imperials didnt give a damn about any one of them, or anyone else for that matter. Not to mention all the taxes, and all the regulations they kept shifting around on everyone. She was startled from her thoughts as the old woman clamored out..

"what do you mean it isnt enough money?" shaking her bent cane. "It was sure as hell enough money last month"

The imperial guardsman rose from his seat at the counter. "Look lady, quit making a scene.. you dont want things to get any worse for you.. It aint enough money" He scowled at the woman and lifted his arm, pointing for the lady to move along. "NEXT!" he shouted abrasively, not taking his eyes off the woman as she grabbed her bags and stammored away.

Delilah stepped up to the counter, watching as the woman made her way down the streets, before returning to the business at hand. What a shame she thought. She wished she could help the woman, but she could barely afford what she needed as it was.

"Yes?" The man said in inquiry.
"I need some antibiotics for my brother. He has a fever of a hundred and three. All I have is Forty bits."

The man scratched his head, as he looked her over. Delilah was a very attractive young woman, and it got her a lot of unwanted attention. Sometimes though, it worked out for her benefit. He was smitten and she could tell, though it disgusted her a bit. Man like that, looking her over, made her want to hurl.

"Price is Fifty five." He said, stringing a crooked smirk from his pursed lips.
"All I have is Forty." she said. This wasn't going the way she wanted it to.

The man looked her over once more, cocking his head to side like. He turned and went to the back of the small boxed shack for a moment and returned, placing half a bottle on the counter.

"Forty bits for that?" Delilah said sharply.
"Hey, take it or leave it.. Im not the one who needs it." He said sliding the bottle across the counter.
Delilah grabbed the bottle and handed the man her forty bits. He grabbed her hand harshly as she did, drawing her in a bit closer, leaning in as he spoke.
"Besides, Im the one who's doing you a favor.. Your lucky I don't take the rest out of that pretty little ass of yours." He said in a low voice, audible only to the two of them.

Delilah jerked away from him and stormed off. Completely intolerable, these imperials, she thought to herself, cringing at the idea of it. If the circumstances were different and he hadn't been an imperial, she would've pushed his eyeball through the back of his skull with her .45.

"See you next time!" He said, laughing as she stomped off. "Next!"

Delilah made her way back down the muddy, soot covered streets, to her family's shanty, just down the alley from Grenley Street. People standing around fire barrels, trying to keep their hands warm littered the streets and back alleys. The streets were always crowded in the Shanty, and danger was always afoot. It was a good thirty minute walk from the medic station on the outskirts to her place. She made it though, openeing the door to their cozy little two room shack. It wasn't much, but it was warm. It was home. Her grandfather Gerard was stoking a small fire in the hearth when she came in. Frankie was still on the sofa, nothing but his head poking out from a pile of quilts and blankets, and his hair was drenched with sweat from his fever. She went over to her grandfather and kissed him on his forehead.

"Glad to see you back home." He said with a genuinely warm smile. She and Frankie was all that he had left in the world, his only joy."How'd you make out?"
"Fifteen pills.. FIFTEEN!... I can't believe I waited in line for three hours for FIFTEEN PILLS!!" She was furious. not to mention that the imperial pig at the medic station was all eye groping me.. gross." she said in disgust.
"I've told you a thousand times, its how you dress Delilah, with yer' flesh all hanging out everywhere.. Why every croney in the Shanty be eyepickn' those things.. For god's sake, you ought to dress more like a lady sometimes." Gerard said, half serious, and half in jest. "Why if your father were to see..."
"Don't." Dellilah said. She hated when he brought up her parents, and how they act if they saw her dressed like that.. She had heard it a thousand times.

Frankie coughed and rolled a little onto his side. The wet rag on his forehead landed on the floor with a FWOP. Delilah sat herself down at the table in the kitchen and Gerard got up from his stoop by the fire with a bit of difficulty and made his way to join her. He sat down and placed a hand over Delilah's. He could tell she was stressing hard about the way things were.

She dropped her eyes to the table, and then to Gerard. "I've got to find a way to make some extra money soon. This medicine is'nt going to be enough for Frankie."
"Now don't go gettn' all crazy actn' on me. I know how you get. Things'l work theirselves out out. Don't go around frettn' and gettn' yerself into any trouble.. You know how I worry about you."

She was desperate, and when she was desperate things got dicey. She didn't want to worry her grandfather but something had to be done. She had made up her mind and that was that. Tomorrow she would go and see Captain Slade down at the docks. Maybe he could help them out with a little cash, or maybe he had some extra work she could do. She just smiled at her grandfather, not saying a word about her plans.

"I know grandpa, everything is going to be fine. Don't worry about me.."

Everything was going to be fine, just fine, she thought to herself. What a mess....
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