Great Steel Zepplins, painted blue, come over the Horizon...

[H4773r 3lfs0n]

Around these Zepplins from a far off Lake, buz numerous small craft. The lead of the three blue diragibles, flies Five Banners instead of the standard three. (Lac Glacei, The County of origin, and the flag of L'Armee Aroteer)

The Banners atop the lead are the
-Shireroth National Standard
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-The Lac Glacei Armee Aeroluft Crest

and, the Banner of which signifies the flagship of the Commander of the LGAF

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[H4773r 3lfs0n]

From the bridge of the flagship, a lone figure stares out unto the fields and forests of Upper Lunaris. He notices the beaches, the lakes, the natural beauty of His lands. He turns to the bustle of activity behind him. His H47 brushing the catwalk above him.

"Prepare to land. Captain, set us down here on the beach. I wish to first set foot where land meets sea."

As the last words left his lips the Zepplin began to descend.

[AngelGuardian93]

(Is this open?)

[H4773r 3lfs0n]

(yes, this thread is the chronicle of my first landing in Upper Lunaris, very epic if i do say so myself, you like?... uh, please post a new topic if you say more than "yeah, tis cool", or "its crap" thanks)

[H4773r 3lfs0n]

The airship The Spirit of Saldena, a modest sized airship with two great air containers on each side to keep it aloft. Atop the tanks sit a small airstrip made for light craft. In the center bewteen the tanks is the main bulk of the ship, quarters, galley, and the Bridge at the front, right below the tip of the flightdeck. This was H4773r's personal craft.

As the ship finnally hovered above the waters of the sea, its waves reaching to touch the mighty ship, a loading ramp crashed into the water at the lands edge.

Down the ramp came Sir H4773r 3lfs0n, newly appointed Count of Upper Lunaris. As soon as his boots touch the sand the water slipped away from his feet, as if the very earth new he would not be pulled from these lands unwillingly. He kneeled upon the beach, took up a handfull of sand, kissed the earth within his grasp and placed it back in the small hole he had made.

He stood as his second in comand on the ship, Lt. Cajun, and thier envoy to Upper Lunaris, a young boy named Erin, approached from on the ramp.

"So I come to this land," said H4773r, "and so I shall stay, till the land or my betters say otherwise. Lt. Cajun, tell the men to set up camp here. They may go as far inland as two miles but there they must stop until I know these realms accept me as theyre new custodian and protector. Here I land, here is my first mark on Lunaris and although it shant be the last, the first i reviered and shortly restored. Do you approve young master Erin?"

"Y'sir" replied the boy, with knowing eyes.


So began H4773r's Landing and his rule.

[Krasniy Yastreb]

(mind if I add to this? I figured it's a good place to document my time spent in the upper lands before getting countship down south. I'll keep the focus h47-based though. Amend or delete as required )

And so too the settlement of H4773r's Landing came to be, a busy encampment filled with the murmur of H4773r's entourage setting up industrial-sized tents, and the drone of the ever-present airships ferrying in such vital supplies as h47 de-linting sets, and a wide selection of grogs and tipples from all over Micras.

One of the tents stood out from the others, patterned in a characteristic check. This was of course the tent of H4773r himself, and the one into which Lt. Cajun went to make an annuoncement:

"Sir, I gots ya a message. Wierd way it came here too"

"Go on", replied H4773r, sipping Lunardeux wine from an ornate glass.

"Well, sir" continued Lt Cajun, "one of my boys was making his way up the coastline looking for firewood, and suddenly this dang great bright red falcon flies down from the north, and lands on his shoulder. My boy was scared stiff, you should've seen the dang talons on this thing... I tried to step up and move the feller by poking it with a dagger, but it wouldn't budge. Till I sees a message capsule on its leg. So I take the lil' bit of paper out. Then the bird flies off back over the hills".

"Most intriguing", said H4773r. "May I see this message?"

Lt. Cajun duly handed the small note to H4773r, who began to read:

For the attention of H4773r 3lfs0n, Count of Upper Lunaris-

It is hoped this message finds you well. Be advised that further to your invitation made during the last meeting in Shirekeep, the esteemed Krasniy Yastreb has made departure from his old villa in ancient Goldshire and shall be present at your landing site within the next day or so. He brings a pack horse full of Zemlyan vodka in congratulation of your arrival. Your reception of this message affirms that my falcon is in range, thus our arrival is imminent.

Yours dutifully,
Lev Kuznet
Personal Messenger to Krasniy Yastreb

H4773r rested the note on a table, turned once more to Lt. Cajun, and softly spoke:

"An old native to fill my h47 with goodwill, it seems... a happy sign of things to come across all these lands?"

"Dang right ah'd say", replied Lt. Cajun, and being dismissed he turned and left to marshall in another airship.







**(edited as requested)**

[H4773r 3lfs0n]

(ooc: i do not have the means to edit or delete but only a couple facts i would like changed, my tent wouldnt be black and white checkered, true i favor the pattern but its meant for accents, not full on bolts. secondly, Lt Cajun is called that, well, "cauh he speek da cayjun" other than that sounds good.)

[H4773r 3lfs0n]

Upon the next sunrise H4773r set out to vew the county. Aboard The Spirit hew viewed the crescent valley, visited Frt. Fleming and began programs to revive the decaying base.

He visited Teldrin upon the banks of the mighty river that flowed through Shireroth. He conscripted workers to begin a new trade quarter.

And Finally, he came to Lune Villa, upon the edge of the Erian eth Lune Forest. He disembarked outside the city walls, and strode up to the gates.
Awaiting him was the constable, the mayor and the young boy named Erin.

"Am I welcome to this city?" the two officials nodded theyre heads because they were fond of they're paychecks but the boy waited. He took h4773r by the hand and they walked towards the edge of the wood. The boy motioned for H4773r to wait and Erin walked into the woods alone. Within a few moments, from through the trees a noble brown stagg bounded to the very edge of the forest. It stared at H4773r.
Also, a great roar from deep within the woods was heard. The roar of a large feline, an empress of cats. Then from between the trunks stalked a huge black tiger, and it too stared at H4773r.

H4773r bowed to the beasts and said "I will care and protect these lands with all my being. You have my word. So do I swear by my h47!"

After he swore the stagg lowered its head and the Tiger dropped to front paws. Then they retreated back into the forest together.




H4773r slowly turned back to HIS capitol, there was much work to do.

[Krasniy Yastreb]

The next few days saw a flurry of activity in Lune Villa, as many of H4773r's lower aides from Lac Glacei were replaced by native Lunarians who trusted him, and subsequently more was done and organised on a local level. Schools, sanitaria and theatres were re-opened under H4773r's direction, the roads were repaired and made free of bandits, and the people were once more inclined to emerge onto the streets and admire each new day.

Goods flowed in through Teldrin's rebuilt docks, and militias once more manned Fort Fleming looking southward toward the dormant lower lands. But of those lands a new custodian was approaching.

His presence was first heard from H4773r's residence as a rowdy roar from the town centre. As it grew closer, individual cheers and clanking bottles were heard. The pack horse had been opened prematurely by Krasniy's drink-starved entourage. Finally he strolled upto the door, where H4773r was waiting.

"Good day to ye, shir *hic* I hope I find yeh well *burp* "

"Good day indeed, Mr. Yastreb", replied H4773r with a cautious tone. "I see you're in high... spirits, this fine day"

"Yess my dear H4773r, that I am indeed", slurred Krasniy, and stumbled in the door without even waiting to be invited.

H4773r led him to the reception room and quickly sat him down. He took the bottle of 120 proof Krepkaya vodka that Krasniy offered, but politely declined to open it. Krasniy held his head up with an effort, and addressed H4773r:

"Good sirrr, you may or may not know that I've watched from afar your preparations for taking countship here, and I'm most impressed".

"One does what one has to", replied H4773r, trying unsuccessfully to avoid feeling flattered by a drunkard's words. Krasniy continued:

"One might ssssay knowledge-wise you were on my own level, save the lack of personal history. I mean, I was an Inner Goldshire man who nearly got lucky down south. What kind of esteem is that!? If it weren't for my good work for the spooks in Shirekeep I'd have been nothing. But enough self-loathing! I came to congratulate you! I can see moon dust running through your blood, lad! Your spirit is a Lunarian one, make no mistake! I see nothing but good things for you! And furthermore....."

H4773r listened with initial interest as Krasniy rambled on, but soon he was secretly hoping the alcohol would send Krasniy to sleep for the night. However instead, Krasniy sobered up as his speech drew on. He started making sense again, and H4773r once more listened to the words:

"Those dormant lands to the south, I hear worse news from there every day. The crops rot in the fields, the people are becoming sane with troubles, and the beasts no longer howl in the forests. You know my intention to restore the land from the count's throne to its former glory. I ask you, lobby for me... I am a lone voice as it stands, save for the high-up machinations of a friend-at-court. Your support as my would-be northern equal would be most valuable"...

"You have that support, and will have it until you reach your goal", resolved H4773r, "Lunaris is no good half-alive, and I'll stop at nothing to see my work here reflected down south".

With that assurance Krasniy smiled, leaned into the arm of his chair and was soon fast asleep in an exhaustive slumber. H4773r had him moved to an annexe of the residence to sleep properly, and the entourage were packed off to a nearby inn.

[H4773r 3lfs0n]

(for the continuation go to disk two http://shireroth.kuroshiro.net/forum2/v ... php?t=6191 )