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First quest have mercy
World lore pastbin: https://pastebin.com/Zuiz5LxM
“Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house, we're born
Into this world were thrown”
The radio droned on as flight crews made their final preparation to ride the lighting into Dhéǵhōm. Meanwhile you just sit back and mindlessly check your gear one last time while trying to get comfortable in the heavy humidity. You sit there watching the storm slowly approaching and there was an air of slight anxiety that always came when it got close to launch time. Looking over the swarth of passengers you cracked a shit eating grin “Lots of new bloods” you say to yourself.
You could tell who was new and who was experienced from what they were doing and how they composed themselves. The new guys were the ones talking and drinking amongst themselves, some of them even taking their drugs, anything to keep the nerves at bay. The ones that have experience are checking their gear, attempting to get some sleep before the flight, or shaking down the first timers for smart electronics that could get them and their chopper killed during the ride.
You take your eyes off the chaos just in time to witness the arrival of the people who sponsored this flight. A Princeton University archeological expedition that partnered with the American Museum of Natural History and the MET to study and gather artifacts from various ruins in Dhéǵhōm. They must have given the expedition a blank check because the Sons have their entire fixed wing transport fleet here and a good portion of the helicopter fleet as well. A green flare went up signaling ten minutes until launch time and everybody scrambled to their aircraft. You get into your Huey just as the last C-130 took off and the DC-3s started rolling down the runway.
What do you do
>look around to see if you recognize anybody in the huey
>one last gear check (weapon and gear choice)
>try to get a nap in during the flight
World lore pastbin: https://pastebin.com/Zuiz5LxM
“Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house, we're born
Into this world were thrown”
The radio droned on as flight crews made their final preparation to ride the lighting into Dhéǵhōm. Meanwhile you just sit back and mindlessly check your gear one last time while trying to get comfortable in the heavy humidity. You sit there watching the storm slowly approaching and there was an air of slight anxiety that always came when it got close to launch time. Looking over the swarth of passengers you cracked a shit eating grin “Lots of new bloods” you say to yourself.
You could tell who was new and who was experienced from what they were doing and how they composed themselves. The new guys were the ones talking and drinking amongst themselves, some of them even taking their drugs, anything to keep the nerves at bay. The ones that have experience are checking their gear, attempting to get some sleep before the flight, or shaking down the first timers for smart electronics that could get them and their chopper killed during the ride.
You take your eyes off the chaos just in time to witness the arrival of the people who sponsored this flight. A Princeton University archeological expedition that partnered with the American Museum of Natural History and the MET to study and gather artifacts from various ruins in Dhéǵhōm. They must have given the expedition a blank check because the Sons have their entire fixed wing transport fleet here and a good portion of the helicopter fleet as well. A green flare went up signaling ten minutes until launch time and everybody scrambled to their aircraft. You get into your Huey just as the last C-130 took off and the DC-3s started rolling down the runway.
What do you do
>look around to see if you recognize anybody in the huey
>one last gear check (weapon and gear choice)
>try to get a nap in during the flight
