Post by Manticore on Apr 12, 2016 8:52:36 GMT
As you wander further and further from the sparkling center of Inkopolis, with all its colorful shops and popular restaurants, the sports arenas and the turf war hubs, the wear of the world becomes clear.
Smoothly-paved streets grow choppy, the alleyways grow darker, and strange creatures stir in the shadows cast by dilapidated buildings. Abandoned warehouses and forgotten condos hide unfound treasures: it's any wanderlusting teenager's dream.
Graffiti speckles any surface it can find, like a colorful fungi, and the hum of overhead trams is rarely absent as they rumble along: it almost seems like a jungle dominated by grays. Here, potholes go forgotten by the street crews, chewing holes in tires as they pock-mark the concrete.
Among the nondescript shapes there stands a cluster of old factories that were shut down decades ago: who knows what kinds of cool things you might find in there? The great beasts of metal stir no more, and no longer is the evening sky splintered by pillars of smoke. It's almost serene to the eye, save the distant splutters of cars and shouts of children.
One of the smaller ones, simply titled "8E-144" by the fading sign clinging to chain fence, is rather close to the popular pathway leading downtown. It'd be very easy to swim through and go take a look.
There's a flash of paint along the street: four horizontal streaks that cross the road in cyan, white, black, gold.
It's a vaguely-familiar color scheme, and you swear you've seen it about on your way out here, painted across buildings or used in graffiti.
But the point remains: are those bold hues meant to intimidate visitors, or to invite them inside? Only one way to find out. . .
Smoothly-paved streets grow choppy, the alleyways grow darker, and strange creatures stir in the shadows cast by dilapidated buildings. Abandoned warehouses and forgotten condos hide unfound treasures: it's any wanderlusting teenager's dream.
Graffiti speckles any surface it can find, like a colorful fungi, and the hum of overhead trams is rarely absent as they rumble along: it almost seems like a jungle dominated by grays. Here, potholes go forgotten by the street crews, chewing holes in tires as they pock-mark the concrete.
Among the nondescript shapes there stands a cluster of old factories that were shut down decades ago: who knows what kinds of cool things you might find in there? The great beasts of metal stir no more, and no longer is the evening sky splintered by pillars of smoke. It's almost serene to the eye, save the distant splutters of cars and shouts of children.
One of the smaller ones, simply titled "8E-144" by the fading sign clinging to chain fence, is rather close to the popular pathway leading downtown. It'd be very easy to swim through and go take a look.
There's a flash of paint along the street: four horizontal streaks that cross the road in cyan, white, black, gold.
It's a vaguely-familiar color scheme, and you swear you've seen it about on your way out here, painted across buildings or used in graffiti.
But the point remains: are those bold hues meant to intimidate visitors, or to invite them inside? Only one way to find out. . .
This topic's open to up to two or three bold explorers of any sort!
Come and take a look, you might find more than you've bargained for out here, whether you're lost or on a dare. . .
I'll be GMing for anyone who shows up, pinging everyone as I post.
Manticore herself may or may not show up right away, depending on the company and what her motivations for the situation are. Until / if that happens, I'll be using her account to GM for any explorers, since this part of Daggertooth is hers.
I'll be GMing for anyone who shows up, pinging everyone as I post.
Manticore herself may or may not show up right away, depending on the company and what her motivations for the situation are. Until / if that happens, I'll be using her account to GM for any explorers, since this part of Daggertooth is hers.
