Not even tourism can fix this [open]
Characters: Anyone on the Convoy
Content: They arrived too late.
Setting: The site of the explosion...or as close as the ship can get to it, since the actual site has crumbled and fallen through the cloud layer
Time: All day on Amicus, starting in the early hours of the morning
Notes: A rough idea of Reial's new coastline can be found here.
There was no proper dock, so the Convoy did not land. Instead, it hovered just above the ground as the sun began to rise above the Badlands mountains on the horizon behind them. Anyone on the deck would have a very clear view of the jagged edge of the continent. It didn't look like an explosion had taken place here. Rather, it resembled the aftermath of a rockslide. The sand and rough Badlands vegetation came to an abrupt end at the edge of a cliff that stretched for miles.
There was no sign of a vendor from Kropmork, nor any reporters or agents from the various nations, but considering how large the destroyed area was, the chances of running into someone else were low.
Content: They arrived too late.
Setting: The site of the explosion...or as close as the ship can get to it, since the actual site has crumbled and fallen through the cloud layer
Time: All day on Amicus, starting in the early hours of the morning
Notes: A rough idea of Reial's new coastline can be found here.
There was no proper dock, so the Convoy did not land. Instead, it hovered just above the ground as the sun began to rise above the Badlands mountains on the horizon behind them. Anyone on the deck would have a very clear view of the jagged edge of the continent. It didn't look like an explosion had taken place here. Rather, it resembled the aftermath of a rockslide. The sand and rough Badlands vegetation came to an abrupt end at the edge of a cliff that stretched for miles.
There was no sign of a vendor from Kropmork, nor any reporters or agents from the various nations, but considering how large the destroyed area was, the chances of running into someone else were low.