Post by Goshg on May 30, 2013 2:26:12 GMT -5
A drumming horn blared in the distance, its smoke stack obscured by coarse, grey fog; another shipment due. The faint illumination pierced through the mist, the ship gliding across the turbulent waters. Men clattered across the patchwork plains of steel and wood like ghosts to their haunts. Rotted crates, strange carts lined with locks and hulking guards, and warehouses lined with more rust than iron littered the dock. Each merchant, each bum, each rogue; each man moved with a mission for progress no matter the cost.
Underfoot the artificial landscape of commerce and pollution, lumbering pillars and beams of ebony steel sink into uneven rocky beachheads, their only blemish a reed of unnatural green from the chemically-enriched tides. Between the bottomless cesspools of ocean water and the weathered cliffs long forgotten when the artificial deep-water docks were constructed, Goshg waited.
Tapping his fishy chin, the Deep Dweller scanned the crags. His yellow eyes flickered at a depression in the face, the hole shrouded in shadow. Tilting his head, Goshg waddled across the faded sands. Short-winded, the Atlantean cursed the uneasy and water-less atmosphere of the surface. Leaning to the smoothed rocks, Goshg peered into the shallow alcove.
"A bit small, but that can be fixed in time."
Lowering his staff crystal to the last remnants of sand, Goshg twitched his lips, biting out a spell. A pale blue light creeped from the crystal to the sand, an ethereal eel etching from ground. The wispy creature glared at the meager indent, hissing. Goshg pointed his scepter of the Deep at his future place of operations.
"Etch it out. Make it livable and, most importantly, aquatically accessible."
The minion hissed, springing to action as its form pulsed. With each pulse, the creature strained water against the cliff. Goshg, seeing the founding underway, turned back to the ocean, the foam waters continuing to inch away from him before dripping off into the mage-made blue waters. Even the ocean graced with light retreats, he chuckled.
"Soon," he muttered as the ship's strange horn blared once more before settling in the port. "Soon."
Underfoot the artificial landscape of commerce and pollution, lumbering pillars and beams of ebony steel sink into uneven rocky beachheads, their only blemish a reed of unnatural green from the chemically-enriched tides. Between the bottomless cesspools of ocean water and the weathered cliffs long forgotten when the artificial deep-water docks were constructed, Goshg waited.
Tapping his fishy chin, the Deep Dweller scanned the crags. His yellow eyes flickered at a depression in the face, the hole shrouded in shadow. Tilting his head, Goshg waddled across the faded sands. Short-winded, the Atlantean cursed the uneasy and water-less atmosphere of the surface. Leaning to the smoothed rocks, Goshg peered into the shallow alcove.
"A bit small, but that can be fixed in time."
Lowering his staff crystal to the last remnants of sand, Goshg twitched his lips, biting out a spell. A pale blue light creeped from the crystal to the sand, an ethereal eel etching from ground. The wispy creature glared at the meager indent, hissing. Goshg pointed his scepter of the Deep at his future place of operations.
"Etch it out. Make it livable and, most importantly, aquatically accessible."
The minion hissed, springing to action as its form pulsed. With each pulse, the creature strained water against the cliff. Goshg, seeing the founding underway, turned back to the ocean, the foam waters continuing to inch away from him before dripping off into the mage-made blue waters. Even the ocean graced with light retreats, he chuckled.
"Soon," he muttered as the ship's strange horn blared once more before settling in the port. "Soon."