The Airship slowly circled around the small Nal'Sarkoth mining colony named 'Slag Town'. Workers in the open pit mine that doubled as the dock for airships were scrambling to clear the landing area of a slow moving mining golem and it's heavy load of ore, a red flag raised at the tower next to it to let the ship know they weren't ready. The tallest buildings in town were 4 stories high, and people were gathering on roofs and balconies to gawk at the incoming airship. The stone buildings were made from the rock that was brought up from the deeper mines and slag from the foundries. Whatever wasn't stone was crammed with tiny farms, even rooftops had a few gardens in them. The golem cleared the final ramp to get out of the mine and trudged along to the foundry, as a feral scrambled up the flagpole to remove the red flag and replace it with a green one, clearing the Airship for landing.
Labran'che kneeled on the floor of the cabin he shared on the airship. The blue eyed Ssu frowned as he looked at the eight Vloz'ress masks he had laid out on the floor. He exhaled and started picking them up, putting them in his pack one at a time, "Jor'ah." a goofy looking mask with a W shaped mouth slit and crescent shaped eyes. "Imas'hin." A large mask that was more like a full face helmet, a pair of big puffy lips puckered up to a kiss carved into the face, screen covering the eyes. He picked up a pair of masks now, an ear to ear grin carved in one, the other had a frown and teardrops carved in it. "Phar'ah and Phar'is...or was it Phar'is and Phar'ah?" He packed them away, "That's right, they liked to switch a lot." He picked up another one, a smiling mouth full of needle like teeth with a tongue hanging out the side. "Ran'rah," he'd tuck it away, then he'd pick up the mask that was in the center. Black colored steel, a realistic feminine face, pert lips drawn up in a slight smile, an eye mask carved in the upper half of the face. The Ssu would stroke the mask's cheek softly, as a tear ran down his own, "Ari'yana..." There'd be a knock on the door, "Oi, lad, ya ready yet?" "Just about." "Hurry it up, were coming in for a landing." Che would put the mask in his pack before picking up the other two masks, the one he normally wore, the Insane Grin. The other mask was Pure Anger, his old mask, a snarling face with a bare slit for the mouth and eyes. He tucked Anger into his pack and tucked Grin in his cloak. He'd put his pack on and walk out of the room.
Paqu'ette stood in the hallway the ship, leaning on his spear as he waited for his Nephew to come out of the room. He wore old Sarghress heavy armor that was painted black with the old Dutan'vir Stag outline painted on his chestplate. A pack stuffed with raider gear was on his back, covered with a large heater shield. He ran his armored fingers through his mullet, a bare hint of red dye in his light blond hair. "I should really cut this fucking mess." The door would open and Che stepped out, slightly taller than his more muscular and imposing uncle. "I need to talk to you about having a Go Bag packed and ready boy. I know ye don't got any equipment other than them chains and that cleaver. That and yer costumes." Che would bend down and pull a folding sickle out of his boot, "Forgot one. 'Sides, what's wrong with my chains?" He stuck it back in his boots, "Well, maybe we can get ya properly kitted out when we get into the town. The Lady offered to pay us whatever we wanted for that book of yers." He'd tap his armor with the shaft of his spear, "And I could use something that's not 17 years old." The pair of Ssus would walk down the hall.