The Engine Of The World | EPIC
Apr 15, 2020 9:20:06 GMT -7
Post by Xango on Apr 15, 2020 9:20:06 GMT -7
GAME MASTER
You have arrived at what seems to be some sort of laboratory. A confluence of research buildings, multi-leveled, each floor boasting secrets more sinister than the last. It reaches at least 300 meters into the air, with underground facilities dug down further than the structure rises. Everywhere visible there are clusters of employees speaking in panic. Something is wrong here. The lights inside and outside fluctuate, darkening as the internal power levels start and stop in lurching rhythms. The hum of countless machines is treated like a sacred hymn; those within stop from moment to moment just to listen to the metal rattle, solemn faces, bodies paused in genuine reflection. There are many theories as to what exactly has happened, but you can gather through simple observation the crux of the problem.
Somewhere deep inside, the main engine powering the massive facility has stopped working. It was designed to function indefinitely. No one knows why the chakra spiralling out of it's containment field refuses to rotate properly.
Experts have been called before; you are not the first to arrive and offer your services to the great Seihaisei Field Base. So far, no one has possessed the insight or power necessary to get the great engine running once more. The one who invited you is the engine's designer, a frail looking woman bearing a nametag that reads "Dr. Faurchmalon". She is busy delegating various maintenance tasks to a slew of workers who would rather be anywhere than here. They have worked on the engine for most of their adult lives. They know that if they cannot get it to work again, it will spell disaster for all those inside, and for the nation that may be swallowed in it's entirety once feedback causes the machine to implode.
Near the front entrance to the complex, you sit with two others. You are all waiting for clearance to enter. A man with a neat moustache and slicked back hair writes in a terse script the names of those who have assembled, checking in their inventory, their tools and weapons, noting their areas of expertise and hoping beyond reason that one of you can solve their problem.
Madame Loki
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