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OOC: For the purposes of this quest I’ll be playing as Emelia Bram and the various NPCs of Volta. Remember, there are real consequences for ignoring the dangers of the Lightning City!
Volta lay on the coast overlooking the sea. It was quite the strange town, in that no one had been so ambitious as to build something in such a dangerous area. The soil was stained green, but not from any plant life, as very little could grow in the salt-soaked soil. The green stains came from the gigantic copper deposit that the city sat on, that combined with the salt and water in the air to make a maelstrom of electrical activity. Lightning storms were as commonplace as sneezes in Volta, and anyone wearing metal armor or weaponry would be fried to a crisp upon getting too close to the city.
To warn against this, there were gigantic towers of wood, stone and copper wire reaching to the sky roughly half a mile from the city. These towering lightning rods were the highest thing on the plains, except perhaps the main dome of the University of Volta itself, and drew away most of the lightning from the city. Fortunately for the residents this had the dual purpose of making the area surrounding Volta prohibitively dangerous.
Various wooden signs in a dozen languages warned of the dangers of crossing the plains while wearing metal. There were booths dotting the plains’ perimeter, each manned by a single representative from the Voltese Office of Conductivity. These booths enabled visitors to wrap up their metal objects in a thick padding of wool, to be reclaimed on the way out.
One such representative was a young female elf, dressed in smartly pressed linen, and seated on a stool in her booth. She was the booth in direct line of sight to the city, and the one most in demand. Even so, it was a boring job. Anyone familiar with the city had already left their metal behind; traders and citizens returning home just regarded her with a friendly wave as they passed.
Balta sighed and put her head in her hand, leaning on her counter and gazing out across the copper-stained plains. There had to be someone out there visiting Volta who needed a weapon wrapped up or some information? She half-heartedly activated the spell atop her wooden booth, which loudly proclaimed ‘Volta’ in glass tube lettering lit by magic. It was a genius thing really. Magelight contained within glass tubing artfully curled into letters. It definitely grabbed one’s attention.
Kiros Rahnel
Kara Orin
Volta lay on the coast overlooking the sea. It was quite the strange town, in that no one had been so ambitious as to build something in such a dangerous area. The soil was stained green, but not from any plant life, as very little could grow in the salt-soaked soil. The green stains came from the gigantic copper deposit that the city sat on, that combined with the salt and water in the air to make a maelstrom of electrical activity. Lightning storms were as commonplace as sneezes in Volta, and anyone wearing metal armor or weaponry would be fried to a crisp upon getting too close to the city.
To warn against this, there were gigantic towers of wood, stone and copper wire reaching to the sky roughly half a mile from the city. These towering lightning rods were the highest thing on the plains, except perhaps the main dome of the University of Volta itself, and drew away most of the lightning from the city. Fortunately for the residents this had the dual purpose of making the area surrounding Volta prohibitively dangerous.
Various wooden signs in a dozen languages warned of the dangers of crossing the plains while wearing metal. There were booths dotting the plains’ perimeter, each manned by a single representative from the Voltese Office of Conductivity. These booths enabled visitors to wrap up their metal objects in a thick padding of wool, to be reclaimed on the way out.
One such representative was a young female elf, dressed in smartly pressed linen, and seated on a stool in her booth. She was the booth in direct line of sight to the city, and the one most in demand. Even so, it was a boring job. Anyone familiar with the city had already left their metal behind; traders and citizens returning home just regarded her with a friendly wave as they passed.
Balta sighed and put her head in her hand, leaning on her counter and gazing out across the copper-stained plains. There had to be someone out there visiting Volta who needed a weapon wrapped up or some information? She half-heartedly activated the spell atop her wooden booth, which loudly proclaimed ‘Volta’ in glass tube lettering lit by magic. It was a genius thing really. Magelight contained within glass tubing artfully curled into letters. It definitely grabbed one’s attention.
Kiros Rahnel
Kara Orin
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