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Black Walker Part 1 - Genesis
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The machine hissed and clanked. Belts rotated and steam gushed as it took one ponderous step forward, then another. The engineers jumped and cheered as the construct, nicknamed “Black Walker” took another step. The top hatch popped off, and a dwarf poked his head out. “It works!” he yelled, grinning like a madman.
The rest of the engineers, gnomes, dwarves, humans and draenei, swarmed around the machine and started slapping the sides. The lab, situated in a cave in southern Dun Morogh, shook with cheers as the Black Walker strode from its place of creation.
The pilot now moved it forward with less caution, assured that his iron creation could stand up to anything but the most brutal of blows.
The pilot grinned as the sunshone from his creation’s polished hide. “Off we go then!” he called. Three figures exited the cave, striding toward the walker.
A high elf, attired in white and grey, carrying a large bow on his back and several arrows, a human wearing bright white robes, and a carrying a staff of a priest, and an orc, wearing the traditional armor of his people, and carrying a large axe.
“Elsoris, Avery, Gorgron,” the dwarven pilot said in greeting, hopping off his walker. Short for a dwarf, he had long black hair and a black beard, kept short and neatly bearded.
Elsoris, who had long pure white hair, violet eyes, and a rather square jaw for an elf, stepped forward and bowed.
Avery, who had grey hair, kind features and was rather tall for a human, nodded and smiled.
Gorgron, who had large tusks, dark green skin and red hair set in a braid down his back, grunted. “Are we going now?” he asked in a deep bass voice, narrowing his eyes as he glared at the dwarf. “You told us it wouldn’t be for another day.”
The dwarf, one Korsin Frostrock, replied, “Tha’ was th’ case, but with th’ walker doin’ how good she is, we’re thinkin’ we should start now.”
“I agree. The sooner, the better,” Elsoris interjected. Avery just shrugged and walked over to the machine, standing next to it. Gorgron glared at the elf, but relented and joined Avery.
Korsin looked all three of them fully in the face. “This will be dangerous. All of us may die. Are you still willing to take the risk?”
Avery nodded. “I am,” he replied. “The Light is saddened by what has happened, and it must be rectified.” Gorgron regarded the priest for a moment, and said, “The elements speak to me, and they agree with the Light. This is a mockery, and it must be destroyed.”
Elsoris merely shrugged. “I do what you pay me to do,” was all he said. Korsin climbed the ladder into his vehicle, and motioned them aboard.
They climbed onto the machine. It was tall, about twenty five feet tall and twenty long. It was propelled by no less than 8 mechanical legs, and was totally enclosed. There were windows along the sides, with shutters allowing them to be closed, and gun emplacements in each one. The tail had a pseudo balcony, railed, with another gun emplacement, and a large section of the inside was devoted solely to ammo storage.
The rest was taken up by food, water and medicine. The lower room was shorter, and housed all the machinery. The front was devoted to the pilot’s house, and was positively bursting with various gadgets, meters and dials.
The three stared in awe at the contraption as Korsin entered the pilot house, and started it moving. They passed through the cleared out tunnel of Coldridge Pass, and started along the highway to Kharanos.
Burned out Steam Tanks and corpses littered the sides of the road, and plumes of smoke rose from the burning shells of houses. “It’s even worse than I thought…” muttered Korsin, his eyes filling with tears as he beheld the ruins of his once glorious homeland.
Avery knelt on the top of the walker, and murmured steadily under his breath, intoning prayers to the dead. Gorgron stood next to the priest, eyes grimly locked at the spectacle. Elsoris seemed bored by the whole thing, and sat back. His appearance was deceiving, as he had an arrow nocked and three more waiting for immediate fire.
“Up ahead, gentlemen. Kharanos,” called Korsin. “Ground Zero.”
Post by
Orranis
So this is what you've been doing to not-post in Darkness?
Very steam-punky, not going to comment 'til I've seen a little more.
Post-apocalyptic steam punk WoW perhaps?
Post by
Mojoworkn
Interesting...looking forward to more :)
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Monday
Eh, the walker
is
pretty much steam driven. The first line gives it away. The story kind of evolved after I decided I wanted to write about a walker.
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Monday
Expecting more.
>:|
You were expecting more or you wish me to write more?
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470415
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Monday
Ah, ok =P
I should be able to get another one out tomorrow. This was kind of spur of the moment, so I don't have any more parts written.
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