Post by nasume on Aug 12, 2016 2:11:12 GMT
Northern Mountains
Chasm
Chasm
The great Mountains ahead loomed over in great shapes, tearing into the amber sky as their snow covered peaks stared down upon the fields below. However, these great ancients were not without fault. Between two of the great skyscrapers, a deep chasm had formed, partially from the cruel, cold acts of nature, and partially from the meddling of gemkind.
Early into the immigration to Earth, a ship had crashed into this chasm, deepening it, widening it, and all but shattering the gems unlucky enough to be on board. For most ships, this was the end of it. They would simply be marked as crashed, and forgotten to waste as they no longer held any uses or purpose. Yet, this ship was different.
Upon this ship was a peculiar set of writings, inscriptions and test results of a gem who had interacted with Corruption on several levels. While she had never actually found the cause of Corruption, or any cure, her writings were labeled "The Possible Treatment of Corruption."
Throughout many years, the words of this were twisted, forgotten, and embellished. Now, the few gems who had been told of the place knew of one thing about what lay on the ship. They had heard stories of a potential cure for corruption, lost in the wreckage, forgotten by gemkind by all but few.
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Dalmation Jasper strode through the snow, her light gray skin fitting in nicely as she neared the great cliffs that stared down into the chasm. She was close, she knew that much. She did not think of why she was there, as she didn't want. It had taken months for her to finally accept her situation, and even then she did wish to dwell on it. She did not know what kept it from progressing, and she didn't know why she was infected in the first place.
But she was, and unless she did something, it would get worse. Whether it be sooner or later, the Corruption would begin to effect her body, and she planned on stopping it long before it did such things to her. She had times where her thoughts were clouded, where she had seen unnatural spots on her body, and already her ability to summon her weapon was crippled. Using a warp pad was difficult, but her other abilities seemed otherwise unaffected.
Starting to climb down into the chasm, free from the snow that fell from above, she could just see the scrapes along the rocks, going down and deeper into the chasm. The ship was here. Its mystical cargo was her prize.
It was her only hope, after all.