"New place! Hahah! I knew following you lot was a wonderful idea!"
Do a victory lap around the warbeast and survey the ground carefully. Descend progressively closer while performing examination. Be prepared to dodge evil beasts.
The ground is fluffy and undulating, it frankly looks more like the surface of a cloud then solid ground, but the war beast seems to be walking on it ok. Though its feet are sinking pretty deep into stuff. At closer ranges the stuff looks more like cotton candy or some kind of very fluffy foam; like the ground is covered in fiberglass insulation. Hmm.
- Engine Spirit, can you walk us to the nearest stationary building in sight? Also, do you recognize this place?
When done listening to the answers given, John stands up from the driver seat and heads to the platforms, talking on the go:
- Flamengo, please watch our right. Hyenakles, if you don't mind, watch the left. Maybe grab one of them bows, or a rifle.
Is it cold? When I saw that thing looking like snow, I immediately wondered if it's cold out here. If it is, John would find a big enough piece of cloth in the pile to wear as some sort of cloak.
John puts helmet on and ties a sword in its scabbard to his belt, then gets on the open platform and observes the sky above and structures ahead.
Hmm, come to think of it, that may have been a poor idea. If there was an inhabited area right beyond there, you might have just killed their leader and now you're driving a war beast in. Hmm.
((Boy, wouldn't that be something? I mean, that's the best entrance ever.))
"I can, and I don't. I don't think this place is a heaven though. I can't sense any god here."
It's not cold, in fact you can't feel anything. It's so totally agreeable as to be imperceptible. Odd.
You get armored and armed; the helmet could use a bit of extra padding around the back, but it should function. The structures resemble elongated polygons which are either embedded in the ground or floating above it. Their surfaces are smooth and unremarkable, but you can see what look like openings on the long, flat facets. From a distance, it looks as though they might be covered in smaller crystals or maybe a rough reflective surface: they sparkle as though coated in glitter. There are things moving between them, floating. They don't seem to have wings, so they must be flying by some other means. Judging by the uniform size of the little floating specks, you're gonna guess they're hellborn of some variety. Or should that be Heavenborn? Hmm.
Grab a rifle, and watch the left.
Done and done.
"Can do, baby!"
See if I can't quickly fashion a strap to keep myself from falling off from some of the clothing that's strewn across the warbeast. Then take my rifle and watch our right flank.
You manage to do both, though the first you only do crudely.
>Haast (Corsair): wenk wenk over to Hyenakles with a box of ammo for his rifle.
Penguin helps!
Take Wizard Viagra Stopping when literally everything and everyone tells me I'm incapable of doing something ain't gonna stop me from doing that thing! Power of spite! Believe in the me that believes in myself that believes in fuck those guys Imma fire a fuckmothering fireball at SOMETHING by the end of this!
Somewhere other than the warbeast, of course.
[3]
Nothing. You need more power, clearly.
Believe in the blunt. Believe one of my cigarettes is a blunt. Or, failing that, believe Xan's plant is super cannabis.
[4]
One of your cigarettes now seems to be slightly shorter.
Curse the universe and its love of stupid wordplay.
>Haast (Corsair): wenk wenk over to Hyenakles with a box of ammo for his rifle.
Continue job as mascot by helping and barbecuing interlopers/that which offends me
Wenk.
>Haast (Corsair): wenk wenk over to Hyenakles with a box of ammo for his rifle.
Continue job as mascot by helping and barbecuing interlopers/that which offends me
Does anyone here not want to play anymore?
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