Jul 10, 2025 7:08 pm
The wind bites colder up here.
You stand at the edge of the Sky-Pier, a stone platform jutting out from the upper spires of the city. Below you, the world stretches out in a living map—mage-trains humming along glowing tracks, distant airships tracing lines of smoke across the pale sky like a painter’s charcoal. Travel is normal, yes. But never safe.
Especially not today.
You weren’t invited by a noble house. This isn’t a military contract or an arcane expedition backed by gold-stamped writs.
This job is different.
"The Independent" is a ship without allegiance. Not tied to any duke, baron, or high-circle wizard. It flies on crystal, coin, and willpower alone. And today… it’s hiring monster hunters. A chance like no other, a chance you have taken.
Some of the faces beside you are old companions. Others, only faintly familiar—a friend of a friend, perhaps. Yet all of you answered the same call: to sail into the wilds, to harvest magic from beasts the size of towers, and to claim riches—or ruin.
A gull cries. Somewhere behind you, an artificer barks at a malfunctioning luggage porter. The sky tastes like iron and ozone.
And then—a shadow sweeps across the pier.
You look up.
Descending through the clouds, sleek and gliding, comes the ship. The Independent.
She’s about 35 meters from bow to stern, 25 from keel to masthead. Maybe 10 meters wide. Her hull is scarred, but solid. Well-loved. The paint’s peeling a little—but the runes beneath still glow faintly, steady and sure.
The stabilizing arms retract with a hiss. Anchor tethers snap forward and dig into the pier with a practiced thud. The magic holding the ship aloft sparks and flickers like sunlight on water.
Then, something odd.
A smell.
Bacon.
Hot. Crisp. Bacon.
Your stomach growls—unbidden. Someone's cooking belowdecks.
What do you carry that proves you're a hunter?
What rumour have you heard about The Independent or its captain?
Why are you really here?
What is the name of the city you are in?
Why are you desperate to leave?
You stand at the edge of the Sky-Pier, a stone platform jutting out from the upper spires of the city. Below you, the world stretches out in a living map—mage-trains humming along glowing tracks, distant airships tracing lines of smoke across the pale sky like a painter’s charcoal. Travel is normal, yes. But never safe.
Especially not today.
You weren’t invited by a noble house. This isn’t a military contract or an arcane expedition backed by gold-stamped writs.
This job is different.
"The Independent" is a ship without allegiance. Not tied to any duke, baron, or high-circle wizard. It flies on crystal, coin, and willpower alone. And today… it’s hiring monster hunters. A chance like no other, a chance you have taken.
Some of the faces beside you are old companions. Others, only faintly familiar—a friend of a friend, perhaps. Yet all of you answered the same call: to sail into the wilds, to harvest magic from beasts the size of towers, and to claim riches—or ruin.
A gull cries. Somewhere behind you, an artificer barks at a malfunctioning luggage porter. The sky tastes like iron and ozone.
And then—a shadow sweeps across the pier.
You look up.
Descending through the clouds, sleek and gliding, comes the ship. The Independent.
She’s about 35 meters from bow to stern, 25 from keel to masthead. Maybe 10 meters wide. Her hull is scarred, but solid. Well-loved. The paint’s peeling a little—but the runes beneath still glow faintly, steady and sure.
The stabilizing arms retract with a hiss. Anchor tethers snap forward and dig into the pier with a practiced thud. The magic holding the ship aloft sparks and flickers like sunlight on water.
Then, something odd.
A smell.
Bacon.
Hot. Crisp. Bacon.
Your stomach growls—unbidden. Someone's cooking belowdecks.
OOC:
This is the opening post and will stay locked until we are ready. Once we are, you may react, introduce your character and tell us a little about your character.What do you carry that proves you're a hunter?
What rumour have you heard about The Independent or its captain?
Why are you really here?
What is the name of the city you are in?
Why are you desperate to leave?
