Chapter I: For those who were Listening
“I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.”
Rosalia de Castro
36xx, The Islands of the Forgotten Teal Empire
Why did it always end up like this! was all the man thought as he raced down the crumbling corridor. moss covered stones falling into the empty sky as the walkway fell apart at his heels. ENTER: Baxter Binxly, excavator of rare items and explorer of hidden lost civilizations, in other words, a thief.
No, no thats not right! he would think brushing back his orange hair with bright blonde highlights. his emerald eyes gleaming as the sunlight shone through the cracks in the crumbling corridor. his leather boots would pound down on giving rock as he ran headlong toward the sweet darkness at the end of the corridor. the hallway falling apart faster and faster.
oh shi- he didn't have time to finish his thought before his foot fell through the air sending him falling down into space.
slowly he would begin to fall. the walkway falling apart above him. all around him open sky and clouds framed by floating jungle islands. teal stone glimmering off the sunlight. The Islands of Teal. an ancient civilization lost to those who live beneath the floating islands. the ruins were nothing but remnants of the great empire after the War of Ether. in which Teal and the King of the city of shadow went to war over a mysterious Power. but that didn't matter at this moment.
oh come on.... looking down at his wrist, he would watch the steam gauge needle climb until finaly it was in the red.
bout @#%@# time! flipping down his goggles he would pull a string on his belt. a motor sounding on his back as leathery wings snapped outward. gliding he would pull his arms and legs in and dive, the air screeching past his wings as he dove faster and faster. once he was clear of the island he had fallen from he would bank hard cutting out of the fall in such a way that he caught a warm air current that would send him spiraling upward. once he had reached a lofty position he would slowly circle downward until he spotted his one love.
The Airship Meidora. a grand vessel built by Baxter and his late father when he was just a boy. slowly he would glide to the deck of his ship. built in the style of the older seafaring vessels the Meidora was like a boat with a huge steam run blimp strapped to it. brass and wood riveted together into a beautiful example of engineering. onces on deck he would snap the wings closed and pull his goggles up. "seems the place is a little more dangerous than the job suggested" he would say with a bit of tired curiosity. "well might as well take her up and start where I left off." going to the steering wheel he would hit a few levers and pull the ship around. it was going to be a long day...
Subject: The Moonlight Kingdom: City of Shadow 
Mon Oct 18, 2010 7:20 am
