Post by Vanadinite on Jan 22, 2021 13:51:25 GMT
(Note: This thread takes place in the past. As such, characters will be represented as their past-selves. Keep this in mind when reading the thread.)
It was summer on this part of the hemisphere, the sun burned brightly on the pale blue sky. Tall mellow grass grew over the horizon, undisturbed by any trees or rock. Not a single path led to this place, nor was there a warp pad in close proximity to Vanadinite's knowledge. It was distant and desolate from civilization, both from human and gem. A sharp breeze flew by, forcing Vanadinite to stagger as her hair was dragged with the wind. She straightened her back and looked south. A chain of white mountains, far in the distance, towering above the rest of the steppe. Her footsteps slowly made their way along the uneven ground, the wind periodically pulling both her white hair and the surrounding grass towards the east. She was lucky to be wearing her sweater that shielded her from the cold. Not that the temperature was dangerous for a gem, but it eased the sensation of being pushed around by nature's forces.
Situated on top of the mountains, unbeknownst to Vanadinite, the ruins of a tower was slowly eroding away. It was gray and dull, having been kept in terrible condition. It was an old outpost that had been established since the first days of the colonization, later having been refurbished into a research site. The specifics of what remained unclear, but it was most likely not a fruitful venture as it had mainly been forgotten on maps. It is believed to have been one of the first sites to fall as the corruption broke out, as it was the first of many to send out a distress signal. Yet without a warp pad present, aid to save the tower came too late. Survivors were few - if any.
Hours later, Vanadinite began working her way up the mountains. It was a rather tall climb, even for a gem. She would jump from platform to platform, making use of the occasional protrusions of rock that were in reach. While she did not know of the tower present, she had not wandered aimlessly. Her recent missions had consisted of tracking down corrupted gems, and she had seen one traverse its way up here before. If no one else was going to clean up the mess that was Earth, she was going to do it. This was her new home, and sitting by idly in the safety of a temple would not help anyone. Amidst her thoughts, the rock she was standing on began crumbling as she had made too rough of a landing. She initially panicked, reaching for whatever thing she could grab onto before her hands managed to catch a sturdier part of the mountain. She pulled herself up and continued, reminding herself to be more careful this time around.
Vanadinite finally reached the summit, landing gracefully on top of the mountain. It was a rather large space, and her eyes finally made contact with the partial tower in the distance. It was obvious to her: She had found the lair of the corrupted gem. She reached towards her throat to reveal her gem, pulling forth a rod of light. As she kept pulling, the rod began materializing further, before extending into a full-fledged warhammer. Vanadinite held a firm grip around the hammer as she moved forward, approaching the tower with as much stealth as she could muster.
It was summer on this part of the hemisphere, the sun burned brightly on the pale blue sky. Tall mellow grass grew over the horizon, undisturbed by any trees or rock. Not a single path led to this place, nor was there a warp pad in close proximity to Vanadinite's knowledge. It was distant and desolate from civilization, both from human and gem. A sharp breeze flew by, forcing Vanadinite to stagger as her hair was dragged with the wind. She straightened her back and looked south. A chain of white mountains, far in the distance, towering above the rest of the steppe. Her footsteps slowly made their way along the uneven ground, the wind periodically pulling both her white hair and the surrounding grass towards the east. She was lucky to be wearing her sweater that shielded her from the cold. Not that the temperature was dangerous for a gem, but it eased the sensation of being pushed around by nature's forces.
Situated on top of the mountains, unbeknownst to Vanadinite, the ruins of a tower was slowly eroding away. It was gray and dull, having been kept in terrible condition. It was an old outpost that had been established since the first days of the colonization, later having been refurbished into a research site. The specifics of what remained unclear, but it was most likely not a fruitful venture as it had mainly been forgotten on maps. It is believed to have been one of the first sites to fall as the corruption broke out, as it was the first of many to send out a distress signal. Yet without a warp pad present, aid to save the tower came too late. Survivors were few - if any.
Hours later, Vanadinite began working her way up the mountains. It was a rather tall climb, even for a gem. She would jump from platform to platform, making use of the occasional protrusions of rock that were in reach. While she did not know of the tower present, she had not wandered aimlessly. Her recent missions had consisted of tracking down corrupted gems, and she had seen one traverse its way up here before. If no one else was going to clean up the mess that was Earth, she was going to do it. This was her new home, and sitting by idly in the safety of a temple would not help anyone. Amidst her thoughts, the rock she was standing on began crumbling as she had made too rough of a landing. She initially panicked, reaching for whatever thing she could grab onto before her hands managed to catch a sturdier part of the mountain. She pulled herself up and continued, reminding herself to be more careful this time around.
Vanadinite finally reached the summit, landing gracefully on top of the mountain. It was a rather large space, and her eyes finally made contact with the partial tower in the distance. It was obvious to her: She had found the lair of the corrupted gem. She reached towards her throat to reveal her gem, pulling forth a rod of light. As she kept pulling, the rod began materializing further, before extending into a full-fledged warhammer. Vanadinite held a firm grip around the hammer as she moved forward, approaching the tower with as much stealth as she could muster.