You can treat this like any other nation thread, and visit the small villages, do whatever, etc... but it's more for the city.

Locations include:

Brimstone Blacksmith,

Alchemic Desires,

Pyrotechnic Creations, (Anything to do with fire - they can do it.)

Herbs n' Flowers, (Herbalist store)

Capitol Magistry, (The head honcho building, the big cheese, whatever.)

Quills n' Scribes, (Post office / buy anything to do with writing)

MoonFire INN, (Self explanatory)

Dodo SteamPilotry - Aircraft store / repair shop.

Major People are:

Ranzent Doornq - Newly made king due to his fathers death to age.

Johnny legs - the scribe.

Ronald Thompson - The "Financial Advisor"

Kossno litvisc - The "Military Advisor"

Dodontro Levirye - The "Aircraft Machinist" and "Designer" (When Ranz doesn't specify a custom plane.)

All the buildings are made wth Rust-coloured clay, and are magically held together to support multiple floors. There is a shield that domes over the city, that looks sorta like a soap-bubble. colorful swirling designs flow through it. Everyone in this town is generally happy, except when the few robbers that reside here strike.

It flew over the countryside, sputtering and rattling it's way northish. "Yessir I'll get there, don't you worry a bit sir." Said the pilot, He looked at his compass, only to notice a small group of people landside.

"I have a small group nearing the city, I suggest you get them checked out sir.." "Affirmative Pilot, continue with mission" replied ground control. ((Magical communications are always a must-have lol ))

They headed towards Sevia with a vengeance. he sparked his gun and prepared it to fire on command..

"You sure this little plane has enough coal to get that far sir? it's a good 2.5 sectors away.."

Ground control sputtered through "Trust your equipment and it shall never fail pilot, remember that."

"Yesssir" he continued at a fast pace, making sure to keep the fuselage steam-casket fired up at top pressure.

The engine suddenly started to sputter fiercely and he began to lose altitude..

"Sir, the p-plane is goin' down.. I am losing altitude fast... the plane's front end began to sink...

he fought to keep the plane going down at a relatively safe speed, but couldn't keep it up.

"Sir, I am going to seek the group's assistance.." The plane began leaking on the left side of the fuselage..

"Fuel leak, steam-pressure going down" He managed, after quite a bit of fighting, aim the nose of the plane for the small group of Sevians... He amplified his voice with magic and yelled, "I mean you no harm!" as the plane flew towards them in a large cloud of smoke....

The group certainly couldn't stop the aircraft, so the group, or should i say platoon, moved quickly out of the way of the falling thing and together built a ramp of ice for it land on and hopefully prevent a huge crash.

((ugh, that wasn't my best writing ever, thats for sure.))

((once agian, to hell with language barrier. ... and this lieutenant is rather... well spoken if i do say so myself.))

The pilot climbed out of the plane, with much effort. "Where you guys from... You don't look like Tiemians..."

Perhaps you can be of assistance?" the pilot held his funky hat at his breast, with a solemn expression on his face.. "I fear the king will chastise me good for this.."

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"We lost track of hi- What! how dare you! how dare he! He's defying orders!" the captian interrupted fiercely.. "Sorry cap'n ..."

The captain glared at them, and stormed off to the docking area. Although he grumbled most of the way, he was secretly happy for having a valid reason to fly. As he took off, he made sure they're were no problems with the plane.. "Stupid lower-class ports.. What they need are some quality planes."

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The rickety plane held together, but seemed a little over-smoky as it flew over country side, looking for the pilot they lost..

"I had a delivery.... If it's damaged cap'n will do alot more then chastise me... that delivery was of utmost importance.. I was supposed to deliver it to any large cities I found...."

((SLIP AND SLIDE!!!))

"Who is present company?" (in other words, who are the ppl mr. pilot brought with him...)

The pilot looked around... "Aye.. Pilot B25C456... and Company of Sevia.." he slid over to the head Vance..

with a slight out-of-the-corner-of-his-mouth comment - "Explain who you are and what your business is here..."

"So, your king, is he a benevolent ruler or something else?" Vance asked both the captain and the pilot.

The pilot turned and headed off down another corridor, anything to avoid the Captain..

The Captain looked at Vance rather offended.. "Our king rules finely, democratically."

"very well chatting, nice chat with you, I really must go" he jogged off nervously..

The king tiredly got up from the throne.. and went to his duty - sleeping.. in the royal room.

Vance bowed again, and backed away from the throne for few steps before turning around and leaving, and following a guide to the room.

The craft was waiting for the passengers.. they sent a messenger to the guest room to warn them that they're ride was leaving in ten minutes, with or without them. A scout - John Rivitry was on board to speak with whatever governing force the Serbians used.

The craft sputtered then died.. they put in another round and tried again.. a fresh round.. Again it sputtered and died. Finally the put a round fresh of the coolin' rack and it slowly sputtered.. a couple of small bang noise and the lull disappeared.. replaced with loud mechanical clanking, sputtering, smoking, engine noises.. "Pilot 244' 92 read for takeoff." The pilot said into the large mic. "Roger that pilot, set destination - sector I-10. Name: Sevia. Have a nice flight Pilot." The pilot nodded as he slowly eased the mammoth craft down the runway.. slowly gaining speed. After nearly leaving onto the dirt, the craft finally managed to support it's own in the air.. "Successful takeoff, heading for Sector I-10" said the pilot cheerfully. The crew was lead by a guide to their quarters, roughly 50 beds. not as big as the guest room, and rather not as neat. "Sorry.. this is the best our air-force has, the engineering and systems take up a huge portion of the plane, and the gasoline tanks tank up the entire lower half. they're only room for 50. You can sleep on some of the on-board planes if necessary." said the guide.. before tramping off. The craft rumbled and shook as it gained altitude.. the small board-crew making adjustments to the belts and chains holding the on-board planes.. on-board. "Successful. I-10 ETA 3 days." the pilot said business -like. and they were off. Another Ambassador was on board, should the guests need someone to talk to.

He in-fact visited them rather quickly.. "I assume we have a way to contact your origin from the air?" he said.. emphasizing on Origin he didn't like commoner's names such as city, village, etc..

The soldiers exchanged glances with each other as the plane took off, but they said nothing When they were led to the beds they all took one and settled in for a long flight, though several got very sick from the flight.

When the ambassador walked into the quarters the majority of the troops were resting, but Vance was wide awake and a little green. "Um, yeah, we can contact them, though it won't be as... easy as your talk boxes are."

Vance smiled a little, his face not so green as he gathered those men that were affected by the motion of the flying machine and took them to the med bay.

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