Event | Landfall | Bresilyk | Countryside

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: December 3 - 11, 2013
Location: Bresilyk countryside (landfall)
Situation: Tu Vishan makes landfall at the winterbound republic of Bresilyk!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines

OOC Post | Approved Items | Special Gifts
Aihsohlow | Phorezton | Markutte | Countryside

The countryside is layered with snow that is up to four meters deep, all fallen within the past two months as a cold season falls upon the country. There are numerous roads in between towns and small, domed minesteads and each road is oddly clear of snow and ice. Closer inspection reveals that the surfaces are heated by some technology buried beneath the black surfaces. Occasional construction crews can be seen tearing up or laying down new surfacing over a web of thick, coated wires that presumably provide the heat. Snow is often found sculpted near crossroads, taking artistic shape in anything from beautifully arched sculptures to recreations of local fauna.

Wildlife can be spotted here and there, with a large herd of antlered beasts making their way across the snowy grounds. Webbing between their toes (yes, toes) allows each of the large, white animals to traverse upon the snow-tops with barely a print left in their wake. Hunting parties can be seen chasing after the fringes of this herd while wearing some sort of hovering harness and it is evident that the beasts are a primary source of meat for the people. Birds flit back and forth, a few predatory mammals can be spied at the edges of the icebound forests, and there are a variety of serpentine pets kept by residents fortunate to live in the warmer domed towns.

Speaking of towns, the three within the barrier's reach are spaced roughly twenty kilometres away from one another, forming a triangle of commerce that sustains each. Aihsohlow represents the southernmost town, Phorezton the northernmost, and Markutte the northeastern one. There are a variety of small minesteads in between that would greet travellers, but only reluctantly allow them into their homes. Stories abound of troubles outside the domes and they are not apt to invite said troubles inside.

Roadways | Minesteads | Other

Comments

[wintershepherd]

[ And a command that Jack does not hesitate to obey, once it seems as though Jim intends to take over. He steps back once released, though it doesn't stop the wince when the man's strike connects against Spock as well. There's an oily, nauseated feeling in his gut and nothing but worry in his face. ]

[dow]

[ His body moves via his will, gripping the couch and pushing himself up, but his head lolls slightly and his eyes remain closed. Spock slouches, using the spark of pain to better orientate himself. ]

Continue.

[jirk]

Damnit, Spock!

[Jim snaps that out, frustrated, but hits him again, a sharply precise closed-fist blow to the side of the face. This had better work soon or he's going to be sick.]

[wintershepherd]

[ Mutely Jack's moved toward the wall, back pressed against it. At some point the sweatshirt hood has come up and there's an aura of rapidly cooling air surrounding him as his emotions are in conflict. (He doesn't want to think it, but right now some of that Vulcan calm might do him good.) Frost spirals from where his bare feet touch (run, run, run) the ground and has begun to grow up the wall behind him. ]

[dow]

[ Shaking his head as it clears after the punch, chin snapping to the side, he opens his eyes and holds up a hand to ward off any further blows. He looks very nearly as serene as usual, save for his mussed hair, and his gaze switches from Jim to Jack, skating over the icy mess. ]

That will be sufficient, Captain.

[jirk]

[He's breathing harder than he should be for so little exertion, and Jim sags, lets go of Spock's shoulder as if he's been burned and withdraws into his own space, brow furrowed. He doesn't want to get mad about this, not when Jack looks so miserable, but this whole situation has him tense and on edge and he has no idea what to do or say, where to go from here.

He holds up a hand to forestall comment, takes a breath. Holds it.]

Well. That was interesting.

[wintershepherd]

[ The spirit sags in his stance, unfettered relief as the grip on his staff seeming to be the only thing holding him upright for it. He brings it closer to press his forehead to the gnarled wood and then takes an unsteady step towards the door. ]

I, I have to... see if I can undo the effect, in the snow.

[dow]

[ He straightens and gets to his feet when Jack all but excuses himself, lips parting to say something, to tell him to wait; but he doesn't. Spock merely nods, watching him curiously. ]

That would be wise, for the time being. Please do not over-exert yourself.

[jirk]

[Jim nods to Jack.]

Good luck.

[He wishes he had other words, something more reassuring, maybe. But he doesn't. Instead, his fingers flex and he can feel the pressure of his fingernails against his palm.]