Exploration: Vatamos.

[anonsucks117]

Welcome to Vatamos. A land where furries of all kinds live, thrive, explore, and progress. From the moutain highlands of The Fanged King, the valleys and forests of The mystic circle,and the beaches of The wave riders, all is open to explore and enjoy! This is a time of peace in Vatamos with the innivations of steam technology such as automatic rifles, tesla generators, the steam engine and the airship. its easier and safer than ever to explore, travel and seek your fourtune anyway you choose! But be warned. Vatamos is also still to be feared. Pirates lurk the sky and sea. while bandits, raiders, and cults, can be lurking where you least expect them. so travel in a group or go it alone. But you have been warned.

Starting point breakdowns: here is a break down of the lands a player can choose to start in!

1. The Highlands. A harsh moutainious region generally populated by bears, wolves, and foxes. Players who choose to start here will start in Mountain Gate. The fortress city ruled with an iron claw by The Fanged king. A harsh city to be sure but more powerful weapons, better made airships, or harder forged steel you will not find. Weapon shops here are the best and most high acclaimed and jobs here are high paying and difficult.

2.The Valley Forests of the Mystics. A lush dense forest region close to the Highlands. Its a realm deeply cloaked in mystery and magic. Players who start here will start in Circle City. A largely academic town ran by the 4 mystics. Hooded mysterious figures. The city is a more upscale sort and the jobs here are lower paying than most cities and are generally simple. but training, upgrades ,potions and medicines here are more than worth the money.

3.Wave Rider Beaches.
Unlike the other lands Wave Rider Beach is a varitable paradise and a trade power house of ports and airship docks. If you need it. They have it. For much better prices than youll find anywhere. The jobs here are medium paying and there are alot of them. Everything you need is here..just maybe not the quality you want. Players who start here will end up in Dock Port city. The city has no leadership The orginal inhabitants are known as the wave riders and they want no leading role or part in how the city is ran. They are carefree. Non violent and fun loving. Even the nastiest criminal wouldnt dare kill a wave rider. But this means the city pretty much governs itself. Crimes here are usually delt with the offender ir the victim dead in the ocean. And there is a lot of crime.

Notes: Any place in or between cities is able to be travled to if a player is willing and ready! Exploration is the name of the game!



Pm your character applications to me if your interested! God mode-ish characters will be denied and any op powers will as well! And keep all occ conversations out please, i know i shouldn't have to say it but just in case!:)

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[Tina]

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[anonsucks117]

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[Xavier Akafur]

The fox rounded the corner in a hurry, knocking over a few crates full of exotic fruits, sending them spilling across the street as he rushed away from the scene. Sweat was collecting on his face, his eyes darting around in a panic as he searched for something, anything, to slow down his pursuer. He didn't dare look behind him, at a full dash down the narrow street.
Bvvvvvmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrr!

The deep bass sound reverberated through the air, and the fox quickly stalled his momentum, pulling up short of a wall of air that was visibly shimmering, the sandstone road beneath it quaking and splintering in places. Despite himself the vulpine turned his head. Everyone in the vicinity was looking his way, but they were not looking at him. No, the eyes were on the heavily armored binturong that was strolling up behind him. One gauntlet-clad paw was outstretched, a subtle mist of dark purple and black wafting from the palm and digits.


With a fearful yelp the fox turned to run, knowing full well what would happen when he was caught. The stolen coins weighing down his back pocket had been constant reminder. He maned to take a single step into the shimmering air before he realized his error. Before he could comprehend what had happened his leg had bent over almost double, his entire body pitching forward with a sudden and unexpected vehemence. He found his face and chest pressed into the stone, that same bass-heavy noise filling his head like a roar now. He couldn't move, couldn't escape, couldn't breathe. He tried to struggle but he could hardly muster the strength to keep his eyes open, everything felt like it was being sucked towards the ground with violent, nearly bone-breaking force.

Then suddenly the pressure was gone, and he heaved a great gasp of air. His pursuer was all but forgotten in that brief moment, until a heavy boot came down on his back, and he felt the coin purse being pulled form his pocket. He didn't even bother to turn around, fully expecting a blade to end his life right then and there. Instead, he just heard a noise like a scoff. A voice that reminded him of dark velvet and smooth whiskey spoke in what seemed like an otherwise silent world. "Consider this your second chance. You do not get a third." The boot lifted from his back, and he felt the scrape of metal as a gauntlet grabbed the scruff of his dirty shirt and hoisted him to his feet. His eyes met those of the black-furred creature that held him, dark amber and full of reproach.

Without another word the grip loosened no his shirt and the eyes reflected a hint of expectation, hope perhaps, before the armored man turned around and walked back the way he had come, ignoring the stares of those around and tossing the purse of coins casually in one paw.

[anonsucks117]

Skyla watched from a perch. She was a rather beautiful fox if she did say so herself he red coat glowed with a silky sheen like she was liquid fire. And the whit tatoos that matched her fur and ice blue eyes perfectly. She slung her rail gun reciporcating piston rifle over her shoulder and slid down from her sniper nest.  She carried a parcel for the arnired one. The walking Armageddon of dpc they called him. Her master need her to give him this. They needed his help. She chewed her bottom lip as she almost lost whete he went in the hustle and bustle of the massive port city. She finally spotted him again "hey! Hey mr!" she called racing after him "hey!!!"

[Vosur Aekira]

It was mid-day as a white wolf wearing brigandine-style clothes, ending an agreement to sell off his old armorer business to an older grey wolf, having a rucksack and a pack of his equipment that he was going to take with himself near his feet.  "You are striking a hard bargain, but fine. I intended to move and hopefully your buying this place will get me enough supplies to find a new place anyways." the white wolf spoke as he signed the deed and handed it over before receiving a sack of gold in return. "There's more opportunity out there in this world due to technology advancing." he added with a wave as he gathered his equipment up and headed towards the Mountain Gate.

[Eden-H]

A young albino lion carefully wove between the obscene number of book stacks that stood between him and his target. The sheets of parchment he carried softly fluttered thanks to the sheer speed at which he moved, the only thing keeping them in one piece being the magic they had been imbued with many years ago. Personally he would have preferred they had been hardbound, making it far easier to ferry such a large volume about, but the various mages that made use of this library had strongly contested such an idea.

He rolled his eyes at that thought. To this day he still could not understand why they had decided it would be easier on everyone to make it harder on the librarians. Perhaps they had a sense of humor he simply could not appreciate, though he sincerely doubted that was the case. Scoffing, he finally rounded the last case and approached the synthetic seated at the table swiftly. With little ceremony or thought, he dumped the documents down beside the creature and used one of the books they were not looking at yet as a paper weight.

"Anything else?"

Arias glanced to the lion when he spoke, his claw stopping at the end of a sentence he had been reading. If the paper had not been given such protections when this place was first built, it was likely his talon would have pierced straight through it. "No." His eyelids drooped ever so slightly and his mouth pulled into a thin line, carefully considering the kid. "Thank you for your patience and effort in retrieving these for me."

Taken aback, the librarian blinked once before he understood what had been said. Bowing his head, he smiled ever so slightly. "You're, ah, quite welcome." Then he was off once more, back a little straighter and shoulders squared. Someone was quite pleased with themselves.

Turning his attention back to the documents at hand, Arias could not help the little grin that danced across his lips. That fellow likely thought Arias was showing him an inkling of gratitude and even kindness, something few mages that frequented this library would even think to do. The truth was far different from that perceived reality, but he was not one to say otherwise; especially if it happened to put him into their good graces. After all, he needed everything he could get after his proposals blew up in his face.

"They have chosen wealth over understanding," he murmured and resumed reading. Of course, he was never going to give them a chance to change their stance on alternative theories. He had every intent to leave Circle City behind and research the possibilities he had uncovered out in the field instead, resuming his exploration of the world and what had changed since he first circled the planet.

[anonsucks117]

It was mid-day as a white wolf wearing brigandine-style clothes, ending an agreement to sell off his old armorer business to an older grey wolf, having a rucksack and a pack of his equipment that he was going to take with himself near his feet.  "You are striking a hard bargain, but fine. I intended to move and hopefully your buying this place will get me enough supplies to find a new place anyways." the white wolf spoke as he signed the deed and handed it over before receiving a sack of gold in return. "There's more opportunity out there in this world due to technology advancing." he added with a wave as he gathered his equipment up and headed towards the Mountain Gate.

Bolt sat in the airship and looked over at his twin sister Nut. They were docked in the moutain gate port and waiting on some traveler that was aparently moving. The charter company was paying for everything so this was obviously a favor to him, and if the money hadnt been so good bolt would have turned it down he had cargo he was itching to unload in dock port city. But theyd take this guy where ever he needed to go. The young blue dragon shivered. He just hoped the guy would hurry up. It was cold in the highlands. And dangerous.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

 “Aye, wouldn't you like to sit on my lap, lass?!” The voice echoed over the general murmuring – which was a feat in and of itself given how loud the tavern was in general – It was no doubt drunk at this point given how boisterous and eager it was to get what it wanted. The large bear reached out and grabbed the waitress by her skirt – the poor vixen letting out a small yelp as she was pulled closer to the man, the tray of drink she carried being no match for gravity and the force she'd be jerked to the side with. Drinks spilled both on her and the pirate, and the man let out another one of those obnoxious laughs as she seemed to attempt to struggle away.

 
The vixen was clearly shaken by the action, doing her best to keep her skirt up despite the current situation as she finally freed herself from the man's grasp. “Keep your hands to yourself, you sea dog!” she finally shouted, attempting to smooth out her dress and keep the pirate's paws off of her. She was soaked – and with all the ale on her, the dress clung to her in the most inconvenient ways, giving way to her form in all its glory.

 
The bear eyed her up and down with a grin, “I bet yer a might bit pretty under all them clothes, honey,” he continued, and without warning, swatted the vixen on the rear when she bent down to gather her tray and the glasses that littered the floor, causing her to drop everything in front of him all over again. He let out another one of those awful laughs as she turned to pick things up again, face red and wrought with indignation beneath her fur.

 
He'd make another move at her before he'd find his paw snatched up in a stranger's grip. “Aye, I believe she said t' keep yer hands to yerself, laddy.” The figure said, tilting its head at the boisterous pirate. The man was shorter than the bear by a foot or two, but that didn't stop him from holding his paw right where it was. At this, the vixen drew her tray up, as if to cover a gasp and retreated back behind the bar.

 
“Or what, ya dandy?” The bear growled, finally withdrawing his hand from the stranger's, rubbing it where it had been grasped. It was clear that he wasn't going to simply stop harassing the waitress without good reason – the figure before him not nearly imposing enough to stop him, especially not with the array of unnatural colors the canine sported – red, yellow, and orange. He hardly looked threatening, even if he was dressed like a captain, minus the hat.

 
Without a moment's hesitation, the figure moved and the pirate found himself looking down the barrel of a pistol, the man stepping forward to allow the bear to see into his unnaturally green eyes. “Or I blow you to smithereens without a second thought, ye lice infested sluggard!” he snarled, pressing the barrel into the bear's nose.

 
Even with the height difference, the bear seemed to sober up a bit – enough to put his hands up and reevaluate what he was doing. There was no way he'd get a hold on any weapon before the canine would pull the trigger. “Aye!” he started, voice a little smaller, or maybe it seemed smaller now that the canine cocked the weapon, “Oi, calm down, ye've made yer point!” His voice was a bit more frantic as the stranger stood there, unwavering with the gun in his face. “I was only havin' a little fun!”

 
“If I see you touchin' or harassin' another one of these barmaids, don't think I won't,” the stranger finally spat, removing the gun from the bear's face and re-holstering the weapon on his belt again. “Now act like you got some manners!” With that, the man moved to the bar, eager to talk to to waitress – or at least make sure she was alright.

[Goblin Cat 😸]

 Syd hadn't paid any mind to the lion beyond watching his shady little exchange with the bear. It was hard not to, given that he'd taken to keeping an eye on the man, intent on his words. He wasn't a fan of men or how they treated women, especially when they were as drunk as the bear was. He'd hardly been able to take a drink when the man went for the vixen again.

 
“Oi!” The canine shouted, standing up from his seat again. “Serve yer own drink if yer gonna be actin' that way.” He grabbed his gun from his belt and without a second thought shot the hat right off the bear's head. A hush fell over the tavern soon after; the crowd's attention fully on the exchange between the two.

[Vosur Aekira]

Bolt sat in the airship and looked over at his twin sister Nut. They were docked in the moutain gate port and waiting on some traveler that was aparently moving. The charter company was paying for everything so this was obviously a favor to him, and if the money hadnt been so good bolt would have turned it down he had cargo he was itching to unload in dock port city. But theyd take this guy where ever he needed to go. The young blue dragon shivered. He just hoped the guy would hurry up. It was cold in the highlands. And dangerous.

The white wolf made his way to the gate without problem other than a minor delay in arranging for food supplies for the trip and ensuring that he would have enough left over to start up a new business elsewhere. "Let's get on the road." he thought to himself as he got to the port, stepping on board the ship. Once he stepped on, he was looking about for the captain, seeing the dragon. "I believe I'm the one you're looking for. Shall we get preparations to go to Dock Port City underway?" he spoke as he looked to the young dragon, leading up some food suppliers onto the ship.

[anonsucks117]

Bolt sat in the airship and looked over at his twin sister Nut. They were docked in the moutain gate port and waiting on some traveler that was aparently moving. The charter company was paying for everything so this was obviously a favor to him, and if the money hadnt been so good bolt would have turned it down he had cargo he was itching to unload in dock port city. But theyd take this guy where ever he needed to go. The young blue dragon shivered. He just hoped the guy would hurry up. It was cold in the highlands. And dangerous.

The white wolf made his way to the gate without problem other than a minor delay in arranging for food supplies for the trip and ensuring that he would have enough left over to start up a new business elsewhere. "Let's get on the road." he thought to himself as he got to the port, stepping on board the ship. Once he stepped on, he was looking about for the captain, seeing the dragon. "I believe I'm the one you're looking for. Shall we get preparations to go to Dock Port City underway?" he spoke as he looked to the young dragon, leading up some food suppliers onto the ship.

"Ay thats the plan. Im Bolt." he gestured to himself "and thus is my sister Nut." he pointed at a green female dragon sitting at the co pilots helm. They both wore standared sky pilot attire thick jackets and air masks with rigs made to hold oxygen tanks on thier backs with grey cargo pants that held assortments of tools and wires. "The outer deck is safe to be on when we are under the clouds. So basically at night. This is a high altitude dirigible. During the day well be abobe the clouds so we can avoid pirates. The ships sealed but youll die if you go outside. And finally the bunk rooms are down the hall along with the kitchen and showers. Make a mess clean it up. And youll be expected to help in defense of the ship. Other than that we'll reach dock port in less than 2 days. Sound good?" he asked sticking out his claw to shake. His emerald eyes glowing friendily.

[Vosur Aekira]

"Vosur Aekira, and I've climbed and lived in high-altitude areas where even most dirigibles can't go, so you don't really die from the lack of air, you just pass out. You would die from the fall caused by passing out in the wrong place, so thanks for the warning." he spoke in correction while shaking Bolt's hand in return. "Also, I've had food for a week for the entire crew loaded on but if I don't find a good location at Dock Port within the first two days, we'll be heading to Circle City next. My business location and my equipment sold will more than easily cover for both trips if absolutely necessary."

[Goblin Cat 😸]

 

The tavern fell silent, the only sound being the hasty steps of the waitress who scurried away, visibly shaken. The bear just let her go and looked the man who just shot his hat off dead in the eye. There was rage and shame in his eyes, but also something else. Some people would have said it was anticipation.
"Bad move" said the bear. He slowly reached behind his back and pulled a small gun out of his belt. "How 'bout a shootin' contest? You and me, outside. Now." The bear looked around, at the people that were staring at the two of them. Then, slowly, gun in hand, he walked backwards towards the door.

 
Syd didn't move from his place at the bar. In fact, he just cocked his gun again, ready for another shot, this one aimed at the bear's hand – specifically the one that held the gun. So that's what had been handed over – or at least that's what the colorful canine assumed. He smirked. “I think I made meself very clear,” he started, tilting his head at the bear, “I could have just shot ye once already. No duel. No nothin'. I'm not doin' anything but enjoying an ale here without you makin' a scene and harassin' the waitstaff. S'not much to ask really, an' I already gave you a chance.” Now he leaned against the bar, eyes still fixed on the bear. “So I suggest ye sit down and enjoy another brew without touchin' that lass again.”

[Goblin Cat 😸]

 The canine watched the bear with interest. “As a matter o' fact, no.” He answered. “An' I won't be fallin' for your little push there, either.” Syd wasn't really naive to the ways of men, or how sensitive their masculinity was. He was a bit thankful he had none to speak of. He stood there, gun still fixed until another entered the bar again – it was the lion from earlier. Rather than speak, he listened to their little exchange, head tilted to the side curiously. “Aye, an' who might you be?” The canine finally asked. He swallowed hard – what on earth could the stranger have wanted from him? The man had handed a stranger a gun, intending on it to be used on someone, with that someone being him. “Someone out for my skin?” he asked, wearing a light snarl. Part of him wondered if he'd been found out – if the lion knew that he was in fact, not actually a man.