Tass Arceneau
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FORT CORAL
CAELIAR
WILD SPACE
Fort Coral exists in a constant state of war between cannibals and Charon. There is a rift to Otherspace in the undercity, beneath a gutted university. Fort Coral is on a rocky coast and frequently experiences hurricanes. On a clear night, the starscape above Fort Coral is pale gray.
It was a clear night and Tass Arceneau, picking his way through the gray-lit city, deeply regretted getting stuck here. He had a ship, an old Winter Eagle, but it was a dangerous hike away. The Charon and the cannibals were roasting each other again.
The handheld sensor gear he'd come to test against Caeliar's weirdness was not worth the effort, no matter how many debts he could clear if this gear was the real thing.
He tried to move quietly. He'd raided someone's survival cache and had a load of non-perishables that could get him closer to his exit point from this damn planet. The handheld sensor was showing strange, strange things. That made sense: tonight the sky was a window to a whole other universe that he really did not want to see any more closely.
OOC/ Open for all kinds of things at all scales, from survivalist skulking to extradimensional hijinks, people, ships, armies, whatever. Caeliar's a weird place I've under-used.
CAELIAR
WILD SPACE
Fort Coral exists in a constant state of war between cannibals and Charon. There is a rift to Otherspace in the undercity, beneath a gutted university. Fort Coral is on a rocky coast and frequently experiences hurricanes. On a clear night, the starscape above Fort Coral is pale gray.
It was a clear night and Tass Arceneau, picking his way through the gray-lit city, deeply regretted getting stuck here. He had a ship, an old Winter Eagle, but it was a dangerous hike away. The Charon and the cannibals were roasting each other again.
The handheld sensor gear he'd come to test against Caeliar's weirdness was not worth the effort, no matter how many debts he could clear if this gear was the real thing.
He tried to move quietly. He'd raided someone's survival cache and had a load of non-perishables that could get him closer to his exit point from this damn planet. The handheld sensor was showing strange, strange things. That made sense: tonight the sky was a window to a whole other universe that he really did not want to see any more closely.
OOC/ Open for all kinds of things at all scales, from survivalist skulking to extradimensional hijinks, people, ships, armies, whatever. Caeliar's a weird place I've under-used.