- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Mystery
Sunderlake Isle - The Bottomless Pit [12:24]
A few seconds after the portal opened, two pairs of hands covered in armour pressed on the backs of Omen and Willow, shoving them in. Just as they passed through the portal, it started to close, with the staff zipping back through to the other side. Right before it snapped shut, Willow could catch a glimpse of one of the two figures that pushed them through: a large, burly figure, with an unmistakable and familiar pair of unnaturally blue eyes brimming from under his helmet's visor.
The moment the portal completely shut, the ship started to move on its own, the wheel and pulleys rotating as though someone were driving it.
@Polaris North @TheQueensGuard
Sunderlake Isle - Airship, overlooking ??? Chapel[14:21]
After about two hours of travel across the island, the airship slowed down over what appeared to be the ruins of a chapel, and the place that the beam of light had appeared just earlier. In the distance, below the airship, a group of prisoners and Templars were visible, most of them familiar. Once the airship came to a halt, it slowly began to drift downwards and sideways with the wind. Whatever was driving it had left the reins, and the wheel was now slowly turning in place.
@Polaris North @TheQueensGuard
Sunderlake Isle - ??? Chapel [14:21]
Several moments passed before Thibault spoke again. "Did you not hear me? I gave you your orders, Templars!" As he finished his sentence, the ground started to rumble. The prince lost his balance and stumbled back, leaning heavily on his cane. As Elle stood balancing herself on the shaking ground, Thibault clutched her arm to pull himself up. The approaching airship eclipsed the sun as it loomed overhead.
As the chapel's structure began to collapse, dust and pebbles starting to fall from the roof. A tiny, roughed-up clockworker began whizzing around Arturo and Sasha. "More creators? What a blessing!" it yelled enthusiastically. "Though you look like you're in poor shape. I didn't know creators could get worn out too... Do you need any repairs?" Its arms split into several, tinier arms, each of them holding a different tool, clearly intended for fixing machinery rather than people.
After hearing Thibault speak up again, Theo took a step back, and stared at Amelie and Jacques with a strange look, a mixture of anticipation, caution, and confusion. "Any ideas for how to get out of this mess?" he asked, still staring at the Templars, though clearly not speaking to them.
@ItariChan @Jess Incognito @TheQueensGuard @Polaris North @fish-writer