Outside Perindor Capital
It was the established meeting point for those joining Aberon’s party to Eden. It was early in the morning, and the ever-scorched lands of Northern Crescentia did little to make the place seem hospitable. Nonetheless, the massive Citadel-City of Perindor stood ever-present in the backdrop, a sign that people still existed, and lived in relative prosperity.
Aberon was the first to arrive, of course. He was the party leader and knew where they were going, it was just a matter of getting there. Their destination was Luna. Under the crust of the lunar surface, resided Nashim, the better of the two, or so Aberon had originally thought. While the Journey would normally take awhile, Aberon sensed that the man, Ze’ev would be his key to getting there as quickly as possible. He likely wouldn’t have invited the man along were it otherwise.
It wouldn’t be long before the forementioned man would arrive, accompanied by the half-draconian, Val’Sentaph. Relegated to being an observer of sorts, she was to watch over Ze’ev, but also work as a liaison between Crescentia and Aberon, a sign of their cooperation.
Aberon stood facing away from the City, but the sounds of heavy mechanical footsteps would begin to ring out behind him. As he turned around, He would meet eyes with two mobile weapons, the Cross Calibur, and Ze’ev’s mobile suit.
“I see you’ve kept it in good condition.” He smiled, remembering the mech as it was two thousand years ago.
“I have arrived.” Val’Sentaph replied promptly, with the other mobile weapon in tow.
…
Once all the Party members arrived, Aberon, Val’Sentaph, Ze’ev, and Sedna, Aberon would lay out their plan.
“So we have a walk-in appointment with Nashim, one of the Edens.” Aberon turned to the group, each mech towering over him. “If she doesn’t have time, she’ll make time. She can hardly turn away a visit from her creator.”
Aberon then turned to Ze’ev in his suit.
“This is where you come in. Surely with that shiny hunk of metal you have there you can take us directly to her, no?” Aberon grinned. “I know the location, you just need send us there. Sound like a plan? Good.” Not waiting for any acknowledgement, he turned around and nodded his head. “We make way to Luna, to Nashim’s Chamber.”
Val’Sentaph sighed, the man before them almost not heeding their existence, simply going at his own pace. It wasn’t any quality a leader should have, but who can make sense of gods anyways?
It was the established meeting point for those joining Aberon’s party to Eden. It was early in the morning, and the ever-scorched lands of Northern Crescentia did little to make the place seem hospitable. Nonetheless, the massive Citadel-City of Perindor stood ever-present in the backdrop, a sign that people still existed, and lived in relative prosperity.
Aberon was the first to arrive, of course. He was the party leader and knew where they were going, it was just a matter of getting there. Their destination was Luna. Under the crust of the lunar surface, resided Nashim, the better of the two, or so Aberon had originally thought. While the Journey would normally take awhile, Aberon sensed that the man, Ze’ev would be his key to getting there as quickly as possible. He likely wouldn’t have invited the man along were it otherwise.
It wouldn’t be long before the forementioned man would arrive, accompanied by the half-draconian, Val’Sentaph. Relegated to being an observer of sorts, she was to watch over Ze’ev, but also work as a liaison between Crescentia and Aberon, a sign of their cooperation.
Aberon stood facing away from the City, but the sounds of heavy mechanical footsteps would begin to ring out behind him. As he turned around, He would meet eyes with two mobile weapons, the Cross Calibur, and Ze’ev’s mobile suit.
“I see you’ve kept it in good condition.” He smiled, remembering the mech as it was two thousand years ago.
“I have arrived.” Val’Sentaph replied promptly, with the other mobile weapon in tow.
…
Once all the Party members arrived, Aberon, Val’Sentaph, Ze’ev, and Sedna, Aberon would lay out their plan.
“So we have a walk-in appointment with Nashim, one of the Edens.” Aberon turned to the group, each mech towering over him. “If she doesn’t have time, she’ll make time. She can hardly turn away a visit from her creator.”
Aberon then turned to Ze’ev in his suit.
“This is where you come in. Surely with that shiny hunk of metal you have there you can take us directly to her, no?” Aberon grinned. “I know the location, you just need send us there. Sound like a plan? Good.” Not waiting for any acknowledgement, he turned around and nodded his head. “We make way to Luna, to Nashim’s Chamber.”
Val’Sentaph sighed, the man before them almost not heeding their existence, simply going at his own pace. It wasn’t any quality a leader should have, but who can make sense of gods anyways?