Post by August Krasnow on Dec 25, 2009 9:16:37 GMT
Journal of August Krasnow: Day Six. Somewhere off the coast of the Lunaria continent.
Journal of August Krasnow: Day Ten. Departing from Cetra Continent – en route to Spira.
After finishing his journal writing for the morning, August heads out on deck of the Hijrah. It is a smaller vessel, as airships go, with a look of brass and polished steel and holds a small crew of five – not including Kane and August. It does not carry much in the way of armament except for basic defensive capabilities yet if someone truly wanted to shoot them down, wouldn’t be much in the way to stop them. However, the vessel is quick and maintains a low profile, and with the routine patrols by various nation-states own defensive fleets, the only risks ran when out over international airspace and far from any established help. The ship itself is ornate, having been designed by the late Mr. Krasnow who had a taste for the finer things in life – though this wasn’t to August’s tastes, there wasn’t time to make any form of change to its interior before leaving Treno, though August’s small laboratory near the engines is crafted to his personal likings as he would spend most of his time down there even before his father and mother’s death. August liked to think that the ship had a certain bird-like quality to it, perhaps a sparrow, non-threatening and elegant in its simplicity, while projecting family wealth wherever it landed.
From the observation deck on the bow, August could see for miles ahead – say for cloud cover or other atmospheric condition. Due to the ships speed, this deck was not completely open to the weather and sported a windshield that sloped at an eighty-five degree angle, though it contained no overhead canopy. His boots clicked against the wooden deck as he came closer to the glass, for members of his racial background any form of footwear aside from ankle braces were unusual but because of his social status, walking around unshod was strictly forbidden. Therefore he was forced to wear them, though extremely modified inside to allow for his unusual foot structure – as per any member of his race. There on the deck, he clasped his hands behind the small of his back as he watched the morning sun come over the Spira continent. From here, in the clouds, he felt slightly like a god watching over its world – that if he stretched his hand out he could create or destroy it without thought of conscious to the little lives that would be lost. This train of thought it broken by the deckhand, Rafee, inquiring on behalf of the captain.
“Mr. Krasnow, sir, your desired destination?” Rafee asked politely.
August remained silent for a moment, before speaking. “Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life?”
”Sir?”
“Hmm… we are determined to be starved before we are hungry.”
“I- I’m not sure I understand, sir.”
“It’s nothing; tell the captain I’ll speak to him shortly about it. Until then, carry on.”
“Very good sir.” Rafee bowed and departed.
August stroked his chin as he thought about Rafee’s question, where is it that he wished to go. The question puzzled him, so he stood out on deck and thought about it for awhile. Letting the sight of the world before him be his inspiration.
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Word Count: 1152
Exp: 115.2
It’s been six days since I left the twilight city of Treno aboard the Hijrah. The spirits aboard the ship are well, despite the incidents involving my mother and father. All of them have worked for my father in one capacity or another over the years and I hold them in the highest trust and believe they will assist me in my endeavors as I travel throughout this shaken world. This ship itself as proven well, the ride is smooth and it is in my belief that she will serve me well till such time I decide to return to Treno and carry out my late father’s wishes to serve the company to the best of my ability.
I have yet decided what I will do during my travels, aside from seeing places far from my homeland, I drift without purpose. I suspect that I will run afoul of the events plaguing this world, left with an option of what side to choose – probably by threat of my life, yet I am left wondering as to where I’ll go from here. I’ve heard rumors of a creature somewhere in the northern most continent of Cetra, I believe that may be my first stop in my journey. It’ll be a good test run of the Eastern Star under harsh combat conditions of the frigid north, perhaps I’ll be able to further augment the weapon after pushing it to its external limits. I’ll inform the captain this afternoon to make a course change to Cetra.
I have yet decided what I will do during my travels, aside from seeing places far from my homeland, I drift without purpose. I suspect that I will run afoul of the events plaguing this world, left with an option of what side to choose – probably by threat of my life, yet I am left wondering as to where I’ll go from here. I’ve heard rumors of a creature somewhere in the northern most continent of Cetra, I believe that may be my first stop in my journey. It’ll be a good test run of the Eastern Star under harsh combat conditions of the frigid north, perhaps I’ll be able to further augment the weapon after pushing it to its external limits. I’ll inform the captain this afternoon to make a course change to Cetra.
Journal of August Krasnow: Day Ten. Departing from Cetra Continent – en route to Spira.
Amazing how sheeple show up to the slaughter. I came to Cetra to search for this supposed ‘Frosty’, figuring him to be nothing more than a myth; a wolf or some type of snow creature blown out of proportion by the local, superstitious populace… how wrong I was. I engaged the creature on some godforsaken frozen tundra, him – or should I say ‘it’, and his lackeys. Some strange magic was involved there, dark magic. Wish I could of stayed longer to analyze it, but I was not alone there. After my initial engagement, I was surprised by the creature and struck. Between then and when I retaliated, others had shown on the plain. There was a young boy… or girl, difficult to tell, as well as several others including a creature seemingly made entirely out of armor. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I believe it to have been Exdeath, a general in the Gestahl Empire. If I had I known at the time, I probably would have rethought my strategy, maybe.
It was my intention to bring the head of ‘Frosty’ back with, a sort-of trophy to brag to the boys at the social club, but of course, the head melted almost immediately upon the creatures death. Even its cap deteriorated quickly, leaving me with nothing but an odd present, sealed up by some type of rune, that was left behind in the remains of the thing. I’ve attempted several times to open the box, yet nothing has worked thus far. I have noticed that the rune has started to behave peculiar the farther we get from Cetra, perchance it will unseal itself in due time. As for now, we head south-east towards Spira. I hear their weather is quite nice this time of year.
It was my intention to bring the head of ‘Frosty’ back with, a sort-of trophy to brag to the boys at the social club, but of course, the head melted almost immediately upon the creatures death. Even its cap deteriorated quickly, leaving me with nothing but an odd present, sealed up by some type of rune, that was left behind in the remains of the thing. I’ve attempted several times to open the box, yet nothing has worked thus far. I have noticed that the rune has started to behave peculiar the farther we get from Cetra, perchance it will unseal itself in due time. As for now, we head south-east towards Spira. I hear their weather is quite nice this time of year.
After finishing his journal writing for the morning, August heads out on deck of the Hijrah. It is a smaller vessel, as airships go, with a look of brass and polished steel and holds a small crew of five – not including Kane and August. It does not carry much in the way of armament except for basic defensive capabilities yet if someone truly wanted to shoot them down, wouldn’t be much in the way to stop them. However, the vessel is quick and maintains a low profile, and with the routine patrols by various nation-states own defensive fleets, the only risks ran when out over international airspace and far from any established help. The ship itself is ornate, having been designed by the late Mr. Krasnow who had a taste for the finer things in life – though this wasn’t to August’s tastes, there wasn’t time to make any form of change to its interior before leaving Treno, though August’s small laboratory near the engines is crafted to his personal likings as he would spend most of his time down there even before his father and mother’s death. August liked to think that the ship had a certain bird-like quality to it, perhaps a sparrow, non-threatening and elegant in its simplicity, while projecting family wealth wherever it landed.
From the observation deck on the bow, August could see for miles ahead – say for cloud cover or other atmospheric condition. Due to the ships speed, this deck was not completely open to the weather and sported a windshield that sloped at an eighty-five degree angle, though it contained no overhead canopy. His boots clicked against the wooden deck as he came closer to the glass, for members of his racial background any form of footwear aside from ankle braces were unusual but because of his social status, walking around unshod was strictly forbidden. Therefore he was forced to wear them, though extremely modified inside to allow for his unusual foot structure – as per any member of his race. There on the deck, he clasped his hands behind the small of his back as he watched the morning sun come over the Spira continent. From here, in the clouds, he felt slightly like a god watching over its world – that if he stretched his hand out he could create or destroy it without thought of conscious to the little lives that would be lost. This train of thought it broken by the deckhand, Rafee, inquiring on behalf of the captain.
“Mr. Krasnow, sir, your desired destination?” Rafee asked politely.
August remained silent for a moment, before speaking. “Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life?”
”Sir?”
“Hmm… we are determined to be starved before we are hungry.”
“I- I’m not sure I understand, sir.”
“It’s nothing; tell the captain I’ll speak to him shortly about it. Until then, carry on.”
“Very good sir.” Rafee bowed and departed.
August stroked his chin as he thought about Rafee’s question, where is it that he wished to go. The question puzzled him, so he stood out on deck and thought about it for awhile. Letting the sight of the world before him be his inspiration.
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Word Count: 1152
Exp: 115.2