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News and Announcements / Re: Come test the new build!

« on: June 28, 2013, 09:00:24 am »

I am simply saying that I want to be a part of this. *nod nod*

Sky piracy is a dangerous and delicate operation. Any advanced warning I can have of new airship technology gives me an edge.

http://steamcommunity.com/id/kitzune/

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The Cantina / Re: Guns of Icarus: A Diesel Punk tale ( Rpg proposed rule system)

« on: May 25, 2013, 10:36:02 am »

I'd be willing to lend a hand in the help of creating a system, and of course I'd play in it.  I have a lot of experience making tabletop game systems, I've made several and officially gamed for TSR in the past.

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The Cantina / Re: In the East... The Voidstation Looms.

« on: May 25, 2013, 08:31:10 am »

*Clong-ong-ong-ong-ng-ng*  The noise echoed through the empty halls like a brass gong. Somewhere in that darkness was a steam boiler that changed temperature, causing it's metal casing to bend ever so slightly. It was this, along with the constant hissing of pressurized pipes and the drips of condensation onto the wooden deck panels, that gave the voidstation it's eerie symphony of sound. Jessica found herself indulging in the music whenever she had the change; it soothed her and reminded her of her distant home.

She walked along the corridors of the beast she had spent the larger part of her life creating from the hulls of her fallen foes. It was dark here, the interior saw no sunlight from the density of the jagged wooden panels and re-assembled bronze piping. It was hard to see where the ghost of one ship connected to another anymore. The voidstation was growing quite large now. It's hunger would soon be satiated. And then...

She wasn't walking anywhere in particular. She was merely enjoying her stroll through the forest. It was always a pleasure to see her ancient handiwork. There was so much time poured into this project, it seemed impossible that it was her own hands that had stitched these vessels together into the giant that she stood within. Ahead there was a light, inviting and warm. The breeze caught hold of the folds in her kimono-like overthrow and warmed her skin, settling a score of goose bumps across her arms. She walked around a wooden panel to find the open air, and a make-shift balcony taken from the helm of a witless galleon. She stared out over the horizon with a smile.

The wreckage of a great sky leviathan lay strewn in the burren sands before her. It's bulk and mass was absolutely delicious looking to the master salvager. She noted the small fly-like creatures that buzzed around it. How tiny they all were. She ran a hand through her long golden hair before retrieving a mouthpiece from the nearby wall. She raised it to her lips and depressed the button on it's side. There came a burst of feedback as her audio system clicked in, after which she spoke.

"Attention enemy vessels: The voidstation lays claim to this salvage. I recommend surrendering or fleeing while you can. If you wish to prove your claim over this wreckage as superior, we will be glad to add the mass of your ship to ours. The voidstation is hungry, and it is time to feed."

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The Cantina / In the East... The Voidstation Looms.

« on: April 26, 2013, 08:31:15 am »

Travelers of the Burren deserts have begun to buzz about a strange new threat hanging in the air. There have been reports of ships going missing traversing the rolling sea of dunes. Amidst sandstorms and pirate raiders, it's not uncommon to hear such stories, of course, but there is a new common thread hanging between them. A location. A large number of these vanished ships have been reportedly been travelling through a very precise area of the map when they suddenly are never heard from again. Rumours have been quickly spreading through every major city. Pirate raiders, massive raging skywhales, or even reports of ghosts and demons have the imagination of the people. This area, this seeming void, that sucks in the unwitting and leaves no trace has become a legend of sorts, murmured among the populace.

"I've heard the last thing you see before you go is a white mask, with the face of a fox painted on it."

"Yeah, well I heard there's a ship... a very large ship, not like any you've seen, built from the dead hulls of it's prey."

"The Voidstation! You've seen it?"

"No, of course I haven't seen it, are you daft? The Voidstation is a legend, a ghost. Nothing else. If it were real someone would have brought it down by now. Those people are just ill-prepared desert travelers. Sandstorm got 'em, that's my bet."

"You don't believe in the Void? What about the white mask? The woman in the white mask?"

"All poppycock and idiot legendry. Best to keep your head about you while you're up in those clouds, you hear me?"

Sitting at a bar in some small Cantina, a blond woman sits listening to the stories she's stirred up with a placate smile. Sipping on the spoils of piracy she sighs happily as she fingers the scar on her cheek. However close she came to death, legends like these can never die.