PrinceAlexus

𝔄𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔚𝔞𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔰 (𝔜𝔢 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡)

Thats one more prospective stu.... Miscreant...dent for the academy.

𝔄𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔚𝔞𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔰 (𝔜𝔢 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡)

Sent w message with a first version, if it needs nay changes let me know.

Not made it pretty or anything yet.

𝔄𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔚𝔞𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔰 (𝔜𝔢 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡)

How fantasy are we talking....

Human kingdoms, elvish and more human scale and natured groups or full on dwarf who like gardening and crochet ?

𝔄𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔚𝔞𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩𝔰 (𝔜𝔢 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔯 ℜ𝔬𝔶𝔞𝔩 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡)

This seems crazy... Crazy ernough to work.

The Star Atlantic

Might as well have fun with it, npt a fun trip without some odd balls.

Diederick Von Brandt

Diederick Von Brandt:

Age: 47

What Brings you Here?: A brief explanation of how or why you’re on the train. Think of it like a small backstory.

Diederick Von Brandt, oldest son and inheritor of an old German industrial group was far from a man who wanted to spend all his days in the board room or at a fancy gathering.

As a young man joining the Military against his father but stopping short of disinheriting, hoping letting his son's rebellion phase play out was far from successful. Gaining a love for the outdoors and the wilds. Taking his money and a huge risk he privately financed a dig in South America, a hunch and a claim in dusty old Spanish maps that lead to finding a lost city in jungle. Using his family wealth and becoming a smartly dressed Indiana Jones come explorer and gentleman adventurer of older years.

Surprisingly successful in his adventures, selling the stories and rights to fund his further expeditions along side family funds much to his younger sisters aggravation who takes a more hands on role with the family firms management.

Taking the train for a little civilization and luxury after 6 months following an investigation in arctic regions to locate the wreck of a lost arctic expedition a century ago. You could fly a jet any day, but a luxury train was way more intresting snd exciting.

Polite and a gentleman, somewhat of a man born a century too late when everything had been found and everything was organised rather than exploring. Still in good shape for his age, active and more than a little eccentric... Who else would hunt temples in jungles voluntarily?

Becoming somewhat well known from books and nees media, his private exploration company has traveled from ice, to snow and jungle writing a number of books about his findings in the form of a journal crossed with a factual account.

However he has been regarded as anything from a daring rogue to a relic in modern times or considered a lucky fluke by academics to name a few of his more polite references.

The Star Atlantic

Great :)

The Star Atlantic || Slice of Life RP on a Train

Intresting idea.

Lost World: Antarctica

Nataza Beata Stepanova.

The Unkown Temple

Her zen mode worked quietly and mostly unnoticed as everyone else was equally engrossed into the temple and who could blame them. The very first sign of native developed civilization on the continent, it was before this deemed a place no human life had set foot until the first polar exploration ventured into the unknown with risks of death, starvation, isolation and more price for being the first upon a Virgin continent to human kind.

An excited call soon shook her attention shouting for John and a woman who seemed to possess more energy than an energiser bunny with an inbuilt nuclear reactor. Seriously she could probably feel the energy coming off the woman. "Hello, welcome to level one Lady Croft.."

Scientists could be an eccentric bunch Natasza had to admit, and was one of those. John was definitely not his real name but it was easier and man seemed equally easy to work with, understanding having been Nat, Tasha, and Taz before by one particularly eccentric professor who was maybe not all quite there. John all in very limited exposure seemed an easy going man. Sometimes she wished was more outgoing and got to know the people more while waiting at the station but her own nature was not good at that.

Notebook in hand, rifle on shoulder and an ancient temple only would need some tight shorts and tank top for tomb raider look. While it might look intimidating, her slightly awkward nature around strangers was less imposing alongside the nerdy patches on gear. It was a rather less confrontational appearance for the silvery white haired Dr. "Natasza Stepanova, resident language geek" introducing herself but trying not to interrupt Issac social situations where not her strongest point, but she managed well enough and had muddled this far though and it all.

"I feel like I walked into a novel or video game, sorry to interrupt… just so… " Natasza was honest about her feelings. This place was unreal and beyond anything anyone had ever expected. This place had a certain impossibility about it and how it should by all counts and rational answers remain on paper or in code.

Glancing quickly Natasza hoped she had not already set a bad example with a new team.

Mentions.
@Theyra@Inertia@mantou

Lost World: Antarctica

Feel free to interact, or have travelled with or met before in past.

If it helps anyone.

Adventure time!

Lost World: Antarctica

Nataza Beata Stepanova.

The Unkown Temple

Dr Natasza Beata Stepanova. Post marked London England.

Dear Dr Natasza Beata Stepanova.

We are pleased to confirm and invite you to join the expedition to the newly discovered Artic structure.

Please find details enclosed and make your way to McMurdo Sound by timelines enclosed. Accommodations at the American station are provided. Again all details will follow in a larger package sent alongside this letter.

Your payments are as agreed in the last meeting and all on contract. Please read carefully , sign and return using pre pre-paid envelope. Upon return your pre-payment for expenses will be paid within 3 working days.

Kind regards and good luck.

Professor L Croft.
Department of Antiquities.
University College London.

CC:
Professor D Jackson.
Egyptology Section.
US Air Force Strategic Command.

…

D -14 to D -5

Natasza only just caught her flight having to take a roundabout route. The new Temple in what was long considered a dead continent to human life and uninhabited was no longer the case. A stone temple of unknown age and origin drew every eye possible and any academic with more than a Masters seemed to be applying to join the expedition at the US run polar outpost.

Watching London vanish beneath as she caught the special flight provided by UK Military to Falklands then linking up with an convoy of ship's loaded heavily with station supplies and some of scientists on a research vessel , HMS Shackleton joining to study under sea regions, An modern Russian behemoth of an icebreaker the Pavlov, and fuel tanker for station. The direct flights were harder to get so Natasza was on a slow boat there taking the old fashioned route.

Their little convoy made a steady pace arriving 9 days later at the busy Artic station. It did give her a chance to brush up on her scrabble game with a French Geologist and an fun evening with their own mini Titanic themed grand ball of sorts aboard on the trip dancing into the night that you never get flying direct. She was not a people person but the atmosphere was infectious that evening and embraced it somewhat against her norm.

D -2

Settling into life on the busy station waiting for her chance into the structure so was studying some photos sent back from outside , they did not do the discovery justice though and was very much like a kid in a lego store waiting for a chance to see it firsthand. However the dramatic news had meant the media , though pretending to speak limited English and talking in deliberately accented Polish had put them off bothering her as she struggled to not laugh while doing it.

"Oh please… seriously? That quick? We barely know anything bar it exists yet."

Replying to an email rumour that said they had someone from one of the big tv channels doing a documentary already. Rumours were rife around the station. Pulling her ushanka hat and hood up for protection as despite global warming the area was not most hospitable, heading from her lodging to a dining area and a screening of Aliens… scientists really did have a sense of humour despite popular belief otherwise.

Keeping to herself somewhat with a glass of wine, Natasza was enjoying the quiet movies and smaller events. Not so much forced socialising as on other expeditions though from seeing a few held hands and whispering the base would probably end up with a few extra residents from biological reproduction experiments. If you put enough healthy adults in a place with no real place to go… well it happened.

D 0 (Dig day)

Packing the last of her kit for the 3rd time, SKS checked and readied for the 2nd fully oiled and cleaned, extra clips all tossed in the backpack. Leaving live ammo unattended was a bad idea. Everything had to be done in a certain order, the books and other reference stuff could be left behind. Ushanka secured, everything closed and zipped. It was a 10 minute walk to catch a short helicopter flight to the site of the temple. It was good to let you get a view overhead and that could be rather useful and important to understand the nature of people who created the Temple. Terrain for such sites was chosen extremely carefully.

Dressed in her practical gear, very glad for her new winter boots and sunglasses as the Polar sun shone low and brightly glaring at your eyes reflecting off all the lighter colours. It was not a fancy outfit nore particularly colourful but it was warm and would keep you safe from the various hazards on a dig site or odd errant tool or chip.

Ducking low and getting out the rotor wash of the helicopter with sks slung over shoulder and her backpack tightly strapped she could finally see the Temple for the first time and the advanced workmanship that covered the structure making some small talk but more drawn to the window.

The inside was very much almost like a Indiana Jones movie, deliberate unknown carving work and complicated forms, characters showed whoever made this placed great value upon this building. It was like Howard Carter opening his tomb only way Colder, an entirely unknown new thing. Placing her hat in backpack for now and sorting her short hair, walking the room and documenting to get some idea of what was there and general arrangement for a few hours to start with. The designs ran collectively across multiple walls and took a lot of work but one eventually stood out in particular as patterns began to slowly emerge and form. "Anyone got a dig kit? There's an interesting glyph set zere but iv needs cleaning?"

Her native accent coming pronounced in excitement, every culture often laid things out in certain understanding of symmetry. This was larger and often in a place regarded as important. In line with the main altar of sorts and sitting on what seemed to align with other carvings in supportive forms and architecture. Much as she could do some excavation, times like this required a pro. "Vi do not want to damage it, and much seems to centre on zis glyph set."
Scraping at dirt carefully with her glove it did not give much, requiring a little more persuasion to reveal the main body of carving.

The team was as varied as expected, more tuition fees round room to buy a mansion from all parts of the globe. Natasza had yet to get to know anyone that extensively yet and mostly knew everyone at least by professional basis.

Humming along to 40-1 Natasza waited studying her notes and rough initial drawings confirming her theory that whatever this was may be interesting. Definitely patterns and reason or deliberate intention to then but what they meant would take far longer to understand their meanings.