Curiosity kills the cat? But what about the mechanic? [OPEN]
Characters: Kiros Seagill and whoever else wish to join him!
Content: A lone officer of the Victoria II wandering the streets of Kropmork at night? This surely can't lead to anything good...
Setting: The Streets of Kropmork-Nahk
Time: Around late evening, probably 9pm or so.
Warnings: The dangers that Kropmork is known for?
Despite all the warnings and rumors he heard regarding this fake-island paradise, Kiros still ventured out to explore this gaudy city. He knew that many of his crew mates were displeased about docking in Kropmork but the mechanic saw it as an opportunity to study the busy culture and people here. Being that he never ever visited this city prior to his day, Kiros' curiosity got the better of him for he now found himself wandering down the night-fallen, cluttered streets of this peculiar port city.
He made sure to keep his valuables well hidden since he heard rumors about the thievery guild that operates on Kropmork. The last thing he needed was too lose his military identification and a few measly credits he had on him. "Wow, this place really looks like scurvy hang out..." Kiros muttered to himself as he walked along the sidewalk, eying all the bars and taverns that littered the avenue he was on.
"Nothing like Bellicus, that's for sure..."
Content: A lone officer of the Victoria II wandering the streets of Kropmork at night? This surely can't lead to anything good...
Setting: The Streets of Kropmork-Nahk
Time: Around late evening, probably 9pm or so.
Warnings: The dangers that Kropmork is known for?
Despite all the warnings and rumors he heard regarding this fake-island paradise, Kiros still ventured out to explore this gaudy city. He knew that many of his crew mates were displeased about docking in Kropmork but the mechanic saw it as an opportunity to study the busy culture and people here. Being that he never ever visited this city prior to his day, Kiros' curiosity got the better of him for he now found himself wandering down the night-fallen, cluttered streets of this peculiar port city.
He made sure to keep his valuables well hidden since he heard rumors about the thievery guild that operates on Kropmork. The last thing he needed was too lose his military identification and a few measly credits he had on him. "Wow, this place really looks like scurvy hang out..." Kiros muttered to himself as he walked along the sidewalk, eying all the bars and taverns that littered the avenue he was on.
"Nothing like Bellicus, that's for sure..."