Jiro Kenshin
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- Posted: Wed, 17 Mar 2010 23:48:23 +0000
-Blood Company-
Introduction
Aekea, city of machines and inhabited by those that work on them. Within the city limits there is law, general order and a sense of the common good shared by many of the different species and races that inhabit it. Around and Below this Technological city however; exist a band - specifically many bands of men, women and even some children from every different race and call of life, honest, good and hardworking people on the exterior, and the most depraved and outrageous of people within.
Setting
Twenty kilometers north of the city limits is the operating grounds for these people and the ruthless, carnal instincts they indulge in, most commonly known to the Gaian Populace as The Black Market the buying, trading, selling of everything from forbidden magics and technology to the very existence of lives. Far from being just a market though, These grounds are hollowed by the blood of those that have died upon it in the name of God, Justice and Psychotic Rage. The Place has no formal calling, referred to many outside its walls as simply "Hell" those that dwell and participate within its walls have no need to call it by any one name, it is simply a paradise for the fallen and a sanctuary for the depraved. The visible symbol of this place of malcontent is little more than a house, a ramshackle structure of rotting wood and ancient furniture. No electricity, no gas or water, only four standing walls nestled comfortably in the middle of a short, Two-Post segmented wooden fence.
The reality though of this paradise for sinners is hidden, far below ground and the judgmental ways of society the surface world entails. A secondary base, located several hundred feet below the surface of Gaia connects to the simple shack atop an ancient and ill-maintained elevator shaft that is miraculously still in running condition. The elevator shaft is Four feet cubed and as covered with rust, dust and debris as the elevator itself, the capsule that traverses between the surface world and the underworld is old and rustic with no charm or appeal at all. The floor is riveted steel, and is the newest portion of the elevator. A trap door is to one side of the elevator's center and many a body line the bottom of the shaft as evidence to those found in ill-favor during the long vertical ride. At the base level though, the elevator opens up to a comfortably worn structure, several hundred feet below ground its lit by orderly gas bulbs, the floor is made of similarly rusted, riveted steel and conditionally furnished with torn couches, broken chairs and sturdy, albeit worn tables and mattresses, a bar is settled against one corner of this large one-room structure, and several Television sets and radios are littered around on the floor or set on tables, mostly static comes through at this level, but occasionally important announcements or notifications make their way through the airwaves, card and board games are the most common theme among newcomers and "holier" of visitors, though among veterens and frequent visitors, women, booze, gambling and dares are the preferred means of "fun" in this large, structured room.
Facing the door of the elevator as one exits it is against the far wall a pair of heavy-set, iron doors, beset on their inner sides with two immense 90 degree angle bars that allow these doors to be sealed and "locked" from the inside, beyond the structured room. Beyond these doors is a hallway, a hallway that despite it being a straight shot, does not seem to have an end. Upon entering it, one is greeted with the smell of rotting corpses, of blood and feces and looking to one's right or left a corpse - relatively fresh is still moving, hooked through the neck and bound to the wall they squirm and writhe in pain and as one begins to realize they are in-fact not dead, they are similarly not dying, truly immortal they are yet bound in such a state to ultimately suffer their physical selves to no end for all of time. A clear and undeniable message is carved into their bleeding bodies again and again - "Death is no safeguard here." Is written in a multitude of languages in and around these two captives of eternal suffering. The hallway continues, eight feet high and three across, the cramped space is 'home' evidently to the lower callings in life: Whores, Thieves, Gangs and Slavers idle this small space, picking off the weak, each for their own ends. The smell of general filth is everywhere and the hallway continues, cramped with these different lowlifes for several hundred feet before the populace dies down and living people are replaced with corpses, then skeletons and eventually bits of dust and blood splattered against the wall, showing three different stages of decomposition in progression. Eventually, no sign of life is found beyond a certain point and the hallway seems to last for an eternity. After what seems like an endless struggle of foot after foot, one (should they have a guide, or have previously visited) pushes themselves to the furthest extreme of themselves before stopping to camp. Sleeping in the tunnel is dangerous and reckless, as every so often vehicles like motorcycles and small cars will fill the space of the tunnel, clearing it of most of its living occupants and adding them to the dead.
When next one wakes, they must resume their march and after again what seems like an eternity of motion, one finally comes to a door, completely unlike the first, the hallway ends facing a slab of metal inscribed with a crude 666 upon its central surface. To one side is a 10key, no clues or hints or password is written, just a 10key with no other significance, the numbers upon it though, despite the wear of time are still clearly visible. The pass code is hackable to those that are especially skilled or equipped to do so, but can be bought by the common man for roughly 10k in gold at the bar, back in the structured room at the bottom of the elevator. Through this virtually impenetrable wall exists the true center of the Gaian Underworld, Syndicates and Gangs from all over the world commune to this one place for business, bets and combat, yet here and here alone exist one of the most powerful underground societies that rule this Gaian Underworld::
Blood Company
Introduction
Aekea, city of machines and inhabited by those that work on them. Within the city limits there is law, general order and a sense of the common good shared by many of the different species and races that inhabit it. Around and Below this Technological city however; exist a band - specifically many bands of men, women and even some children from every different race and call of life, honest, good and hardworking people on the exterior, and the most depraved and outrageous of people within.
Setting
Twenty kilometers north of the city limits is the operating grounds for these people and the ruthless, carnal instincts they indulge in, most commonly known to the Gaian Populace as The Black Market the buying, trading, selling of everything from forbidden magics and technology to the very existence of lives. Far from being just a market though, These grounds are hollowed by the blood of those that have died upon it in the name of God, Justice and Psychotic Rage. The Place has no formal calling, referred to many outside its walls as simply "Hell" those that dwell and participate within its walls have no need to call it by any one name, it is simply a paradise for the fallen and a sanctuary for the depraved. The visible symbol of this place of malcontent is little more than a house, a ramshackle structure of rotting wood and ancient furniture. No electricity, no gas or water, only four standing walls nestled comfortably in the middle of a short, Two-Post segmented wooden fence.
The reality though of this paradise for sinners is hidden, far below ground and the judgmental ways of society the surface world entails. A secondary base, located several hundred feet below the surface of Gaia connects to the simple shack atop an ancient and ill-maintained elevator shaft that is miraculously still in running condition. The elevator shaft is Four feet cubed and as covered with rust, dust and debris as the elevator itself, the capsule that traverses between the surface world and the underworld is old and rustic with no charm or appeal at all. The floor is riveted steel, and is the newest portion of the elevator. A trap door is to one side of the elevator's center and many a body line the bottom of the shaft as evidence to those found in ill-favor during the long vertical ride. At the base level though, the elevator opens up to a comfortably worn structure, several hundred feet below ground its lit by orderly gas bulbs, the floor is made of similarly rusted, riveted steel and conditionally furnished with torn couches, broken chairs and sturdy, albeit worn tables and mattresses, a bar is settled against one corner of this large one-room structure, and several Television sets and radios are littered around on the floor or set on tables, mostly static comes through at this level, but occasionally important announcements or notifications make their way through the airwaves, card and board games are the most common theme among newcomers and "holier" of visitors, though among veterens and frequent visitors, women, booze, gambling and dares are the preferred means of "fun" in this large, structured room.
Facing the door of the elevator as one exits it is against the far wall a pair of heavy-set, iron doors, beset on their inner sides with two immense 90 degree angle bars that allow these doors to be sealed and "locked" from the inside, beyond the structured room. Beyond these doors is a hallway, a hallway that despite it being a straight shot, does not seem to have an end. Upon entering it, one is greeted with the smell of rotting corpses, of blood and feces and looking to one's right or left a corpse - relatively fresh is still moving, hooked through the neck and bound to the wall they squirm and writhe in pain and as one begins to realize they are in-fact not dead, they are similarly not dying, truly immortal they are yet bound in such a state to ultimately suffer their physical selves to no end for all of time. A clear and undeniable message is carved into their bleeding bodies again and again - "Death is no safeguard here." Is written in a multitude of languages in and around these two captives of eternal suffering. The hallway continues, eight feet high and three across, the cramped space is 'home' evidently to the lower callings in life: Whores, Thieves, Gangs and Slavers idle this small space, picking off the weak, each for their own ends. The smell of general filth is everywhere and the hallway continues, cramped with these different lowlifes for several hundred feet before the populace dies down and living people are replaced with corpses, then skeletons and eventually bits of dust and blood splattered against the wall, showing three different stages of decomposition in progression. Eventually, no sign of life is found beyond a certain point and the hallway seems to last for an eternity. After what seems like an endless struggle of foot after foot, one (should they have a guide, or have previously visited) pushes themselves to the furthest extreme of themselves before stopping to camp. Sleeping in the tunnel is dangerous and reckless, as every so often vehicles like motorcycles and small cars will fill the space of the tunnel, clearing it of most of its living occupants and adding them to the dead.
When next one wakes, they must resume their march and after again what seems like an eternity of motion, one finally comes to a door, completely unlike the first, the hallway ends facing a slab of metal inscribed with a crude 666 upon its central surface. To one side is a 10key, no clues or hints or password is written, just a 10key with no other significance, the numbers upon it though, despite the wear of time are still clearly visible. The pass code is hackable to those that are especially skilled or equipped to do so, but can be bought by the common man for roughly 10k in gold at the bar, back in the structured room at the bottom of the elevator. Through this virtually impenetrable wall exists the true center of the Gaian Underworld, Syndicates and Gangs from all over the world commune to this one place for business, bets and combat, yet here and here alone exist one of the most powerful underground societies that rule this Gaian Underworld::
Blood Company