Post by Blue Topaz "Tazmania" on Jul 31, 2016 13:11:24 GMT
Thunderclouds clogged the skies above a labyrinthine network of canyons, crevices and deep pits. The rock walls and dirty, dirty floor were littered with machines the size of trucks, strewn about in states of disuse and ruin. Purplish spiderlike bodies and great big pink crystals atop them, with drillbits adorning their undercarriages. They had been often compared to viral bacteria in design, usually with degrading intent.
A slightly more notable aspect of these canyons is that their walls feature row after row of nearly identical grooves, burrows of sorts, extending several meters into the stone each, and all of them are shaped like people, with arms, legs, a body and a head. The canyons are silent and still, with only a stagnant layer of dust cloud to shake things up. There is one outstanding item, however; a crystal pad, the only one of it's kind for miles, nestled near a large conspicuous boulder out in the middle of the canyon.
One could be forgiven in thinking that this part of the world was forgotten by all that lived and breathed. The only signs of life are echoing whispers, some of which have been reverberating up and down the ridges for a long time.
The warp pad brims with a glow and hums electronically before an incredible beam of light erupts from it, punching through the dense clouds of dust and sand at the crest of the canyon walls and throwing a blue hue over nearby stone and structure, and the warbling sound gives way to more silence as the beam ends and Taz stands in the middle of the pad. She is alone.
She looks around with a squint, scanning the surrounding area. Within moments she pulls a grimace and summons her warhammer, her body glowing as she concentrates and a set of protective shoulder pads covers her exposed sides. She produces a protective vest and belt to cover her midsection as well. This place makes her very uncomfortable, and every second spent here feels like exposing oneself to the teeming hordes of ninjas just waiting to catch a protagonist off-guard in a dojo. A bright yellow construction helmet pushes its way over the top of her head and for the final touches a clear glass visor extends down from the helmet.
Suitably equipped, Taz takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly before taking that first step off the warp pad and onto the accursed soil of the Kindergarten.
Time to patrol, she thinks to herself, and begins marching silently through the evil corridors of the place, gripping her hammer tightly.
A slightly more notable aspect of these canyons is that their walls feature row after row of nearly identical grooves, burrows of sorts, extending several meters into the stone each, and all of them are shaped like people, with arms, legs, a body and a head. The canyons are silent and still, with only a stagnant layer of dust cloud to shake things up. There is one outstanding item, however; a crystal pad, the only one of it's kind for miles, nestled near a large conspicuous boulder out in the middle of the canyon.
One could be forgiven in thinking that this part of the world was forgotten by all that lived and breathed. The only signs of life are echoing whispers, some of which have been reverberating up and down the ridges for a long time.
The warp pad brims with a glow and hums electronically before an incredible beam of light erupts from it, punching through the dense clouds of dust and sand at the crest of the canyon walls and throwing a blue hue over nearby stone and structure, and the warbling sound gives way to more silence as the beam ends and Taz stands in the middle of the pad. She is alone.
She looks around with a squint, scanning the surrounding area. Within moments she pulls a grimace and summons her warhammer, her body glowing as she concentrates and a set of protective shoulder pads covers her exposed sides. She produces a protective vest and belt to cover her midsection as well. This place makes her very uncomfortable, and every second spent here feels like exposing oneself to the teeming hordes of ninjas just waiting to catch a protagonist off-guard in a dojo. A bright yellow construction helmet pushes its way over the top of her head and for the final touches a clear glass visor extends down from the helmet.
Suitably equipped, Taz takes in a deep breath and exhales slowly before taking that first step off the warp pad and onto the accursed soil of the Kindergarten.
Time to patrol, she thinks to herself, and begins marching silently through the evil corridors of the place, gripping her hammer tightly.