Deos Morran

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@13org Don't you dare... I like this little event and while the crew of the Treehouse are about to hate Isis and her damn beast, Jake is gonna see this as kinda cute, but more importantly... Did she just break out of her cage? Why did we even put her in a cage to begin with if she can just break out of it! Dammit Isis...

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@FallenTrinity That's cool man. Just do your thing and thanks for the heads up. I'll make sure to keep Nathan around.

@Mega Birb DAMMIT BIRB!

@13org I didn't forget Bastet! She was going to be transfered with the rest of the cargo....

@Mataus Thanks bud! Good post and I'm glad you like the craft. I'll be sure to type full specs for ya later.

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Ok so this is kind of it. My last post before I send us into Chapter 1. If you have anything you wanna say, think, or really do now if your chance.

Final countdown guys! YAY!

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Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'

Johnson heard the voice of a stranger chime up about aliens, what nonsense. "It's no damn alien jackass. Make another smart ass comment and you'll find out why the Treehouse has a plank." He said rather snappily and gruffly. Apparently he didn't much like the alien comment, though given his already gruff and mean attitude he didn't seem to care for much. Regardless, he moved on and addressed the real statement made by Reed, "We don't know. Any scan we try to make is blocked by some sort of interference and we can't see that far from here to tell ourselves. Like I already said... We don't know shit. So how's about you do your damn job and find out! And how about you start taking this seriously you disrespectful little shit! Or is the future of humanity some big joke to you?" He shouted at Reed, getting right up in his face to stress his final point.

Though before things got much worse, Jake stepped in and said, "And we will, don't you worry Chief. Though perhaps it's not a time to fight among ourselves and instead get the supplies we were briefed on so we can be on our way." His intent clear to try and get things moving to avoid this clear asshole in the shape of Johnson.

"Don't you tell me about what we need to do!" He quickly shouted back at Jake, who stood there with a somewhat shocked expression. He really did just hate everybody, "I'll get you your damn shit... Disrespectful little shits." He continued to say walking off towards the exit in order to lead the team back through the Treehouse. Though before Jake followed him he turned to Reed and merely silently mouthed the word, 'wow'. From there he made his way after Johnson, clearly not enthused to see him for much longer.

As the Treehouse was traversed and the team was led to some unknown part Johnson spoke up again, "Lucky bastards the lot of you. Command has cleared for a very special ride. Treat it well because there aren't many left." His gruff and seemingly perpetually anger tone never leaving him. However, as they went it was made clear that the ride he was talking about was something of a true wonder... An ancient piece of the Old World shown in full glory with the words Argent Seeker stenciled on the side.



"A relic of the Old World, refit and repaired to work like she wasn't made a century ago." Johnson started as the craft came into view, side hatch open to show the staff of Treehouse loading up the team's gear for the trip. "Uses jet engines instead of props so she's faster and better to control and if even comes with a special flight cell set. As long as you give her a day to recharge with the sails up she'll give you a little flight time, but more importantly power for your camp." He said, just in time to see the energy sails open from the top to start show off the craft's capabilities. "You don't have much for arms, the ship didn't come with them when we pulled her from a pile of rubble, but the door gatlings should help you if you need something big and rapid fire. Should be able to strap something on easy enough if you find it though. And like I said! This is a relic, don't fuck it up!" From there Johnson started to leave, giving the team a chance to load up and get ready to take off, however on his way out he glanced over his shoulder and yelled back, "You're clear to leave when you're ready!" Before vanishing among the leaves and branches of the Treehouse.

Jake stepped up to the craft as it was being fueled, looking it over and seeing that it was in great shape for being over a hundred years old. That's one thing you had to give the Old World credit for, they built things to last. "Ok team, load up. I wanna get in the air before nightfall and we got a long journey ahead of us."

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Jake Cross

Jake listened to everybody talk, overhearing the various quips, quirks, and those DAMN words over and over again. "Ok look I get it guys. You're showing respect, but listen up! Sir was my dad and Captain is a title. It's not who I am and who I am is Jake. I mean this in the nicest of ways when I say it... The next person who calls me Sir or Captain is getting their ass beat!" Jake said a little sternly, but still in a lighthearted tone. After all they were technically doing the right thing and he couldn't truly get mad at them for that. Regardless Jake was not a man for formalities and thus hated all that Sir and Captain crap.

Next on the list was Nathan however, being... weird. That's really the best way to put it. So much personal inflation and egotistical comments. It made Jake honestly question just what sort of madness has infected him and why he thought so truly high of himself. Well despite the true oddity and rather self-centered aspect of his comment Jake pushed it to the side. Though if his cockiness proved to be an issue for the team later he'd be sure to squash it before it proved harmful.

Spook was quick on the response, though before he could really make a comment on her rather forward and lashing words he over heard the other female on the team chime up about an offhanded comment Nathan made that completely slipped his ears. Now while it wasn't appropriate at all, he did find it a tad funny about how the whole event was handled. Regardless, everybody gets one though if the advances are wanted, who's to say he has the power to stop love.

Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse'

It was a while longer before the craft made it's way to Treehouse, but when they did it was clear to see why it had it's name. Nestled high up in the canopy of a small collection of enormous trees that must have been at least a hundred meters tall. The scattered buildings connected by wodden and rope bridges that kept the weight low, but the rustic feel high. Hell, this would be a child's dream had it not been made like this to avoid monsters and demons.

Upon landing on one of only three landing pads on the whole outpost, the team was taken from the craft with all of their gear in tow as it would appear they were to surrender their helicopter. Upon their departure a rather gristled and gruff looking man walked up towards the team, offering his hand to shake with Jake who did so. "Name's Johnson. I'm the chief around here and set to brief you on the situation." He said through what sounded like half of a working mouth. Judging by the savage scar across the entire side of his left face it was safe to assume that was the case however. "Come with me and I can show you what you're looking for."

Leading the team off through the canopy and landings he brought the team to a high observation deck with shuttered windows. Leaving the active and busy workers plenty of privacy to slave away faithfully at their computers and stations, relaying information after finding and sorting it. "It all started about 16 days ago. This Pillar of Light appears at the same time every day for different amounts of time ranging from the shortest being 7 minutes, 18 seconds, to the longest being 4 hours, 28 minutes, and 6 seconds." He started to say, still walking through the room as one of the techies ran past carrying a loose roll of paper with all sorts of technological gibberish on it. Which in turn earned a rough grunt from Johnson who was clearly not happy about having somebody come so close to him, if only for a brief moment.

"Would you happen to know anything about it or what is the cause of this phenomenon? We've been kept mostly in the dark about this whole thing." Jake inquired, using the break in Johnson's words as his chance, "You've been kept in the dark because we have too. We've told you everything we know as whatever that thing is we can't figure it out and it isn't like anything we've encountered before." Johnson retorted, still walking and guiding the team to the forward observation deck.

That was when one of the techies chimed up, "Sir, 2 minutes till event!" Which in turn got a nod from Johnson though to an indiscriminate location. "Wanna see what you're to look into? You're just in time for the show." He said gruffly before pushing a button on the forward wall which lowered the blast shield walls, revealing a beautiful view of the Wild World, one so wonderful that several of the workers paused in their efforts to admire it, though quickly went back to work.

"Any second now..." Johnson gruffed out, staring into the horizon in such a way that it made the situation a tad awkward. Though after what seemed like the world's longest minute, way off in the horizon a sudden and vibrant surge of light erupted from the distance, straight up into the air to pierce the Heavens. In fact a stray cloud that just to happened to be wandering overhead of the event violently parted like it had been shot, leaving a massive hole in it for all to see. The event was such an odd wonder that all activity had stopped in the observation deck so that all could watch it, almost entranced by the strange sight. "That... That is the only thing the Treehouse knows absolutely jack shit about. It defies logic, breaks the rules of nature, is an affront to all things normal, and despite any effort to learn about it, it remains a perfect mystery. That's why you're here. We need a team to venture out and find the source, good luck kids. If you have any questions now's your only chance."

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Sorry to say ya'll but I'm gonna need to update the landing tomorrow. It's stupid late after today's long day of work and I got a TON to type for getting us on our way.

Similarly I'm feeling exhausted, so here's the deal. I'll give you guys a little something to work with while I try desperately to get some sleep, but intend to get things in full swing tomorrow. Sound fair?

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Just as a head's up ya'll. I plan on landing us after work today. So if you have anything to post before then now's your chance.

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Alright I'm back ya'll and I had a thought... I'm gonna give a Helo to the team as a sort of fast, assault/support craft for missions as well as transport. Camping and generally doing things will still be on the ground though, just after they unpack their stuff from the landed craft. Working out the details of what we'll get and I'll let you know when we make for the Pillar of Light.

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@Mataus Oh don't worr whatever we get it's gonna be big... Just the question is what shall we have for this little event... Anywa I think i have a plan acutally. Gonna sleep on it and then drive home tomorrow. From there I'll see about getting something done, btu please! Talk and mingle, as when I get back I plan on moving things forward to the landing.

The Shackled Relic

Ariah Acrana

Ariah's journey to the mysterious island was actually a particularly comfortable one as well as a deliberate one. Having chartered and bought passage from the mainland aboard a passanger ship destined for a rather scenic spot along the coast of the mainland. It was merely a matter of offering a small payment to the navigator in exchange for a "scenic view of the local islands" on the way to their destination. Following that it was merely a waiting game aboard a pleasure ship... truly it would be a long and hard journey.

Waking up from his bed and groggily looking around the room to see a few now empty bottles as well as a rather underdressed woman. Given is headache and the fac that last night was such a blur he believed it would be safe to assume they had a wild night. So after a brief minute and after his brain quit spinning he left the bed to retrieve his clothes and then gear. Now reequipt and already pushing back his hangover he gave his currently unamed companion a slight peck on the cheek before heading up to the top deck.

His destination was in sight and that meant it was now or never. The boat drew in closer and closer to the shore and just as it started to pull away Ariah leapt from the ship towards the water. However, before he hit the surface he changed fro being just a man, to soemthing augmented by magic, shifting his body to incredible speeds and pressing off of the water so fast that it was solid while he was in contact. Before he knew it he was back int eh normal flow of time jumping off of the fater's surface to gather up for another surge. Turning into a silver blur to dash alog the water's surface before jumping at the last moment in order to gather his energy. Repeating this process another four times he made it to the island's edge. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts and pick up his energy reserves. Believe it or not moving so fast that you treat a liquid as a solid for the sake of transporation is exhausting!

However, once his energy was back he started to draw more towards the ruins located on the island and the rumored treasure within. The jungle wasn't a bother to him and as he continued on without incident it made him wonder about what would lie ahead.

Then he was there... At the apex of the ruins and as grand at the destroyed and overgrown structure was, it was still beautiful and imposing. Much like on the boat... now or never. Ariah walked into the ruins, moving into the dark hallways that were hidden from the sun's gaze. Holding up his hand Ariah summoned forth a small burst of Arcana to roll around his left hand, glowing a sharp silver with a vibrant blue core to be held within his grasp. The light of his magic leading the way, he proceeded onward.

That was when he saw it, the relic that he had spent the better part of a year looking for. Resting on a pedistal in the middle of a grand antichamber. Almost drawn it it like a moth to a flame, Ariah walked into the room, letting the magic from his hand fide away as the light of the relic gave him all he needed. Coming closer to his goal it almost seemed to reach out to him... opening his mind to a world of possibilities. Yet as Ariah thought of what could be the room shattered much like his dreams and the relic. The echo of energy pulsing through the room leaving him lost for words and thoughts. NOTHING happened! It just... broke.

It was in that moment he went something. Looking around he saw others all standing just as dumstruck and heart broken as he was. Whats more is that he felt them. Not like in a metaphorical way, but in a literal and almost physical way. In the world of magic and particularly his magic he felt a similar feeling to these people like when he controled things with his telekinesis. A connection held together by something deep.

That was when he heard it, 'what the Hell is going on?' It sounded clear as day, but differnet. Like it didn't come from one point, but all around. Maybe it was the room bouncing voices around. Regardless the females voice was heard and it warrented a response, "How's about you tell me! I wasn't the one to destroyed the relic!" He shouted back out loud, looking to try and guage the situation with all these strangers who felt so... familiar.