Jazzman (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jazzman87) wrote,@ 2004-08-09 11:28:00 |
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Chapter Six: Formal Introductions
The airship Zepplin Wind climbed high above the battling city of Lyndton. The airship was fairly large. It had a giant gas filled chamber to hold it up in the sky and steam engine powered props to guide direction, tilt, and speed. Suspended below the chamber was a deck with a piloting cabin. Under the deck was the cargo hold. On the deck, three passengers rested.
Red and I, leaning against the railing, looked over at the destruction below. Fighting had broken out in all townships along the outer walls. Soaring high above the reach of battle, I could make out the flares of cannon fire from the turrets. The enemy was catapulting napalm over the walls. There were tongues of fire all over the seiged districts; the stadium was ablaze.
“Shit,” Red muttered.
“Pardon?” I replied.
“Oh, nothing... Shit,” He said with disheartening tone. He looked back down. After a moment he added, “Thanks for waiting up for me.” A weak smile is all I could muster. It is not that I waited at all. Indeed, I thought I left him behind. I turned to rest my back against the railing. Red turned his head to look at me, but said nothing. He then looked back at the miniature scene of carnage far below. The explosions directly below us seemed to be from a distance. I wished they were.
I stepped forward from the railing and walked away across the deck. I thought I heard Red grumble, “I’ll be here.” As I walked, the bearded man came out of the pilot’s cabin. I approached him and asked, “Sir, I and my company thank you, by what are you called?”
In a gentle voice, he seemed to whisper his response, “Your formality ‘tis not needed. We best go below desk.” I followed him down the entrance to the hold.
In the cargo hold boxes and barrels were stacked up and strapped to the wall on each side. There was a corridors made by the gaps between the cargo. The the middle of the hold there was a clearing with a table and seating. In one of the chairs sat and young lady. Standing by a crate and talking to himself was a handsome man in chain mail armor. He looked quite strong and he had a gothic looking sword strapped to his armor. Still, he seems quite agitated and worked up. The lady told the man to stop worrying and join us.
The four of us sat down at the table and the bearded man spoke, “I am Alden Graebard; Druid Mage and Nature’s scientist.” I spoke up, “Guardian to the Berdumian thrown, I am Janya of the house of Berduma.” Next the lady introduced herself: “Hi,” she grinned, “I’m Leena Rose. It’s a pleasure. Oh and this,” she refered to the knight in armor, “ is my escort guard...” The knight abruptly interjected, “Sir Ritchard Adelmo, kind masters.” He bowed his head slightly.
Alden chuckled lightly. He started to say, “Now we are all aquatinted...” He was interrupted by Red, who burst into the room yelling, “Janya! Come quick!”
“Who’s this guy?” Leena asked puzzled
The airship Zepplin Wind climbed high above the battling city of Lyndton. The airship was fairly large. It had a giant gas filled chamber to hold it up in the sky and steam engine powered props to guide direction, tilt, and speed. Suspended below the chamber was a deck with a piloting cabin. Under the deck was the cargo hold. On the deck, three passengers rested.
Red and I, leaning against the railing, looked over at the destruction below. Fighting had broken out in all townships along the outer walls. Soaring high above the reach of battle, I could make out the flares of cannon fire from the turrets. The enemy was catapulting napalm over the walls. There were tongues of fire all over the seiged districts; the stadium was ablaze.
“Shit,” Red muttered.
“Pardon?” I replied.
“Oh, nothing... Shit,” He said with disheartening tone. He looked back down. After a moment he added, “Thanks for waiting up for me.” A weak smile is all I could muster. It is not that I waited at all. Indeed, I thought I left him behind. I turned to rest my back against the railing. Red turned his head to look at me, but said nothing. He then looked back at the miniature scene of carnage far below. The explosions directly below us seemed to be from a distance. I wished they were.
I stepped forward from the railing and walked away across the deck. I thought I heard Red grumble, “I’ll be here.” As I walked, the bearded man came out of the pilot’s cabin. I approached him and asked, “Sir, I and my company thank you, by what are you called?”
In a gentle voice, he seemed to whisper his response, “Your formality ‘tis not needed. We best go below desk.” I followed him down the entrance to the hold.
In the cargo hold boxes and barrels were stacked up and strapped to the wall on each side. There was a corridors made by the gaps between the cargo. The the middle of the hold there was a clearing with a table and seating. In one of the chairs sat and young lady. Standing by a crate and talking to himself was a handsome man in chain mail armor. He looked quite strong and he had a gothic looking sword strapped to his armor. Still, he seems quite agitated and worked up. The lady told the man to stop worrying and join us.
The four of us sat down at the table and the bearded man spoke, “I am Alden Graebard; Druid Mage and Nature’s scientist.” I spoke up, “Guardian to the Berdumian thrown, I am Janya of the house of Berduma.” Next the lady introduced herself: “Hi,” she grinned, “I’m Leena Rose. It’s a pleasure. Oh and this,” she refered to the knight in armor, “ is my escort guard...” The knight abruptly interjected, “Sir Ritchard Adelmo, kind masters.” He bowed his head slightly.
Alden chuckled lightly. He started to say, “Now we are all aquatinted...” He was interrupted by Red, who burst into the room yelling, “Janya! Come quick!”
“Who’s this guy?” Leena asked puzzled
