03-01-2015, 03:01 PM
Sivo's chimera trundled forth, the treads making satisfying contact with the solid ground, a far cry from the mere presence that it was in the Nexus. People moved along the streets, beneath the blue sky, clad in a riotous array of colours. Red, yellow, purple, and more dotted the streets. Sivo recoiled in disgust, appalled at this inefficiency. Crimson was the only dye needed for a functioning society. Steel and sackcloth would serve for the rest. Nonetheless, he pressed on. Their ways would change once he could formulate a method to enlighten civilization. The machine spirit of the transport exuded contentment as it continued at the mandated speed as Sivo scanned the surroundings.
Tight patrols of infantrymen were present, paying little mind to the Chimera due to its lack of armaments. Skimmers soared through the air, rapidly moving from destination to destination. Buildings pierced the sky, rising far above the streets. It was a shining example of unharnessed potential. The Machine Spirits of the city whispered in a quiet susurrus, mumbling their discontentment, acknowledging small joys. They knew not that Sivo was here to listen to them, to ease their torment. Soon, they would.
Up ahead, a strange group of figures stood. A man stood, covered in a black feathered cloak, and black leather armour. He stood with some air of authority. Apparently a leader. To his side was a young child, clad in a black cloak. There was something strange about him, something... off. No matter, a consequential child. Most important was a red-robed man hovering over the ground. A fellow brother of the cog, enlightened as to the mysteries of the Maglev coils.
The fellow priest descended to the ground as Sivo approached, eager to assist his brother in this strange, faithless world. Sivo pulled the Chimera up to the curb, and stopped it. He clambered his way up through the turret hatch, and looked down upon the ragtag group, his optics whirring and clicking as they readjusted to the light. The rear hatch of the Chimera opened, and Sivo beckoned them inside. "Greetings, my brother. May I offer you assistance, in this strange land?" Sivo spoke, his Crimson robes gently blowing in the wind around his augmentics.
Tight patrols of infantrymen were present, paying little mind to the Chimera due to its lack of armaments. Skimmers soared through the air, rapidly moving from destination to destination. Buildings pierced the sky, rising far above the streets. It was a shining example of unharnessed potential. The Machine Spirits of the city whispered in a quiet susurrus, mumbling their discontentment, acknowledging small joys. They knew not that Sivo was here to listen to them, to ease their torment. Soon, they would.
Up ahead, a strange group of figures stood. A man stood, covered in a black feathered cloak, and black leather armour. He stood with some air of authority. Apparently a leader. To his side was a young child, clad in a black cloak. There was something strange about him, something... off. No matter, a consequential child. Most important was a red-robed man hovering over the ground. A fellow brother of the cog, enlightened as to the mysteries of the Maglev coils.
The fellow priest descended to the ground as Sivo approached, eager to assist his brother in this strange, faithless world. Sivo pulled the Chimera up to the curb, and stopped it. He clambered his way up through the turret hatch, and looked down upon the ragtag group, his optics whirring and clicking as they readjusted to the light. The rear hatch of the Chimera opened, and Sivo beckoned them inside. "Greetings, my brother. May I offer you assistance, in this strange land?" Sivo spoke, his Crimson robes gently blowing in the wind around his augmentics.
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.