Mars, Mina's Universe and Time.
The landscape is barren. Red dust blows in the thin atmosphere.
A man travels, not on foot or via machine. It is a carpet he rides. His name is Gullivar, and he journeys to bring news.
He greets a native, a green Martian of Barsoom, who points him in the right direction. It is there that he meets with the only other man of Earth on the red planet. This man's name is John Carter, and they both know too well the task at hand.
There is a war, one which must be won for the good of all Mars.
A battle begins, bloody and savage. The Barsoomians are valiant fighters, and Carter and Gullivar are crafty tacticians. Even with such strength, their foe is oft too formidable and devastating.
The tripods. Beastly and destructive. Only with reinforcements from the mysterious Sorns (Tall, almost ghostly creatures) is the foe driven back.
Victory seems within grasp, and the tripods begin to launch pods from the Martian surface.
They are leaving, and a victory hoop echoes.
Carter and Gullivar stare into the sky, watching the pods and their trailing green smoke.
There is no relief in their hearts. It is Carter that speaks their horror.
The Tripods are heading to Earth.
[ooc: Foreshadowy and Establishy. Fiendish things are afoot! More to come... tomorrow. NFI, NFB, OOC welcome!]
A man travels, not on foot or via machine. It is a carpet he rides. His name is Gullivar, and he journeys to bring news.
He greets a native, a green Martian of Barsoom, who points him in the right direction. It is there that he meets with the only other man of Earth on the red planet. This man's name is John Carter, and they both know too well the task at hand.
There is a war, one which must be won for the good of all Mars.
A battle begins, bloody and savage. The Barsoomians are valiant fighters, and Carter and Gullivar are crafty tacticians. Even with such strength, their foe is oft too formidable and devastating.
The tripods. Beastly and destructive. Only with reinforcements from the mysterious Sorns (Tall, almost ghostly creatures) is the foe driven back.
Victory seems within grasp, and the tripods begin to launch pods from the Martian surface.
They are leaving, and a victory hoop echoes.
Carter and Gullivar stare into the sky, watching the pods and their trailing green smoke.
There is no relief in their hearts. It is Carter that speaks their horror.
The Tripods are heading to Earth.
[ooc: Foreshadowy and Establishy. Fiendish things are afoot! More to come... tomorrow. NFI, NFB, OOC welcome!]