At the Mountains of Madness [Codex FNRP]

[Netherworld]

The last thing you remember is ship thrusters screaming all kinds of wrong. Flames licking the viewport. Passengers buckling in the seat straps around you.

Stumbled over a mass shadow on a regular jump. One in a billion odds.

But here you are.

Ash and smoke and the wreckage of your transport strewn over half a mile of cooling lava.

There’s mountains of some sort to the north, obscured by pillars of red smoke. Closer, to the east, there’s a crumbling ruin; or maybe it’s the skeletal hand of something ancient.

And hell, are those dragons?

Spoiler: OOC

Where: Akeldama – The Sanguine Wastes
What:

• Hallucinogenic gas
• Ruins with potentially untouched vaults
• Wound in the Force

​What 2: Dead Planet Contest Winners

Remember Wheaton's law and have fun. Fhtagn!

 

[Eun]

Eun pulled himself from the wreckage. Blood matted his hair to his face and ran all down his front. His shirt was rent and torn, but he did not appear to have a scratch on him.

Sulfur stung his nostrils and the air roiled with an oppressive heat. Black volcanic crust lay beneath his feet.

He stared up into the sky and heard the screech of something horrible.

 

[Farnis13]

Verian on the other hand looked like he could've been better. He slowly got to his knees, coughing from the harsh smells and the heat. As he attempted to place a hand on the floor to push himself up, he saw his arm was bent at an unnatural angle and hurt tremendously.

"Well, thats not good."

 

[Jsc]

A Jedi Knight stood on the bank of the near lava coast. Watching his Delta Interceptor sink slowly into the molten waves. It's already broken wings still bending, breaking, and folding inside themselves. Melting away into it's glowing orange grave. Behind him stood the wreckage of another vessel. It's smoke and thunder swallowed up by the haze and black weather of this wasteland. Another wreckage. Another mere decoration.

He wore only black. A dark cape thrown over his Gem's Coat space suit. A slight crack against the black glare of his slopping midnight helm. His Force Aura was gone too. Swallowed up by a hungry world with a strange Nexus phenomenon. Devouring his extraordinary powers and his most precious of gifts. The Force.

He turned his dark helm to the horizon and listened to that familiar voice from far, far away,

~ "Jay. I'm picking up survivors near the wreckage. Can you reach them from where you are?" ~

"Yes, but. This world. This place. ...I can't sense anything at all."

~ "I know. The Force,.. It's different here. Even for me. It will be difficult to communicate with you over so vast a distance. We'll need to take this slow." ~

"The Force. It's gone."

~ "No. Just wounded. Sleeping. Like a coma. A deep state of mourning. With thousands of years to go." ~

"Alright. So?.. Where to next?"

~ "Check the wreckage Jay. See who else got pulled down here with us." ~

"Right. Okay. Will do. Heading there now"

~ "Good. We'll talk after. ...And. Stay safe, okay." ~

"Yeah. Always do."

He smiled underneath his dark helm and set off towards the crash site. His own starship having vanished from view. Dipping invisibly underneath the bright lava sea. He was alone now. Just a man and his wits. A lone man against the backdrop of a dead smoldering world. A red world. A broken world. Yet, even without his Force Senses to guide him. He knew. This was a dark place. A place that men don't come home from.

This was The Sanguine Wastes of Alkedama. One step closer to Hell.