The Eternal Sand Storm, Enter for a more detailed description...

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

This slum area consists of a deserted town that was built at the bottom of a summit, a series of caves go from the bottom of the summit to the outer grounds where there is all forest, the caves are the only way for a non flying creature to reach the summit unless you travel by storm. The land above consists of an eternal sand and wind storm, the land above the summit is being trampled in grits of sand and it is very hard to see beyond. The summit is large at the bottom the town consisting of a post office/printing store, an old run down chapel, 15 old houses surround a single graveyard, and a half of a house, the rest of the buildings are only remnants and scattered bones evolve the area. Peices of signs, old items scattered everywhere. This place is perfect for a challenging or interesting battle and is the original birth place of Corana Flankshmeir, where she live perhaps.

[Ethros]

Out from the sandstorm creeps a large, spiderlike machine, with three red "eyes" and a large red design on it's back. Its motions are erratic and its joints are jammed with sand.

"Mommy, where are you?" It says in a cold, mechanical voice, followed by a monotone recording of sobbing.

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

Corana Bilenstone Flankshmeir: *At the bottom of the summit the figure of a woman sat there in despair as if she was waiting forever for someone to come by. Her heart beating a normal pace as the storm shot by above her, small sediments falling to the ground everyonce in a while. She stood for a moment recognizing a ship wheel that lay half in the ground, walking up to it. The gear on the back heel of her swash buckler gave out this gingling sound at she tapped across the sandy ground. She approached the wheel looking up as if she hears a voice in the distance but waited for it to come closer before making speculation. Kneeling down for a moment, her pale young hand ran gently over the split wood. She knew this from somewhere yet it wasnt so clear to her. She had been alone here in her home for some time now. The bones of her family decaying in the brush, total destruction. Her sword lay to her back and the large gun below her coat. (for character description read on the character page.) Her hair blew back in the breeze as she saw red eyes creep up from afar, she stood. Her wings lifted, not bringing her flight at the moment, almost stretching themselves out as her body stood still, yellow circles glowing in the grey light of the day time. She took one more glance to the wheel deciding to leave it behind as she made way for the grave yard, still having to walk by several houses, her shoes gears spun lightly and she sighed to herself, interested in the three red eyes she saw afar.*

[Ethros]

The machine fixes its eyes on the woman, and makes its way through the sandstorm towards her. It's computer systems recognize her as a female human, young adult in age, with a relatively low blood pressure and body temperature. The machine shudders as it comes close to the woman, a large titanium claw, smooth and unmarked--unlike the rest of the machine, which had been potmarked by the sandstorm--sliding out of its main body, and reaching out to tap the woman on the shoulder.

"Are you my mommy?" It asks in a cold, metallic voice.

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

Corana Bilenstone Flankshmeir: * The womans wings flipped upwards, as she shuddered a bit. Directly as the machine tapped her shoulder she spun around in a matrimony of instincts to see three crimson eyes, after hearing its stating she looked to her feet. "Mommy..." she whispered through the air, then looked back to the machine. "Do you have a mother... machine that stands before me." she blatently said gazing her eyes from her feet to the spider like machine, not really knowing where to look. She backed up a few feet the gears on her boots tracking through the slight breeze. "Your parts look jammed..." she recognized bending her knees down to the height of the robot like creature.*

[Ethros]

The machine was startled as the woman began to pull out tools, and extended it's legs to their full 8 foot height, and began to beep repeatedly.

"I'm not a machine! I want mommy!!!! Where is mommy? I want my--How are you today miss. I apologize if Marienne annoyed you." The machine said, it's manner changing entirely mid-sentance.

"My name if George, and if you would be so kind as to refill my hydrolic's tank, I'd be most grateful."

With that, George retracted his legs again, until he matched the height of the woman.

[Lie]

The wind brushed a torrent of sand off a cliff. Unfortunately it happened to have hit the face of the unwilling Narranda, a grunt slipping out from clenched teeth and eyes blinking as he dusted himself off with clumsiness. He sighed, watched it drift into the rest of the air. His robe hugged his frame tightly, the siding forced into a dancing ripple with the drifting breeze. Violent.

His gaze shifted. Where was the mine? Where was he? How did e get here? All those thoughts were unclear. All he could think of was finding shelter from the merciless sandstorm, finding someone civilized. He moved his "wings" up over his head and felt slightly sheltered. If only everyone else could see the truth...

Naranda bent down into the sand, cupping a handful and spreading his fingers, watching the sand fall through. The dirt was hader packed at his hometown. Wherever he was, it was far away from his destination... "Not again," he whispered, a shiver passing over his huddling body.

[Ethros]

George snaps back into the air as his audiatory sensors pick up a whisper a sort distance away.

"Ma'am, we are not alone."

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

The woman looked to the talking robot like species with a glare of disfunction. "I beleive I wouldnt have any idea on how to fix anything that has to do with you." she said with no emotion turning away from the machine, her wings lifting. "I already know... we have a visitor... I have been expecting this one." she said calmly continuing to walk to the grave yard where she had been headed, not caring much if 'george' wished to follow her or not. "Well then... maybe 'he' can fix your components if he reaches town." she said crossing her arms before walking to the grave yard in silence, her hair blowing back in the short breeze.
She leaned forward to open a front gate entrance, as she could have just walked around seeing the fencing was broken down, yet she chose not to. Her eyes glowed of mysteriouness as she moved forward leaning her back to a large stone cross. the largest grave stone in the yard. Her wings curled infront of her as she looked around for a moment, closing her eye lids, not in worry about this newcomer. She let off a sigh, her yellow pupils dimly letting off a glow.

[Lie]

He looked up at the motions before his gaze, taking in the sight of the woman, the bizarre dysfunctional android. Slowly he stepped forward, climbing along the rocky ledges until he was at the side of said robotic...half-humanoid. Nervously he scratched at the back of his head, his eyes an expression of pitiful confusion. "H-hey, I saw you back there earlier...can you tell me, where am I?" His voice was shaky, uncertain.

[Ethros]

George looks at Narranda and beeps sadly.

"I'm sorry, until recently I have been under the control of Marienne, so I don't have any idea either. I could try to dig her out again, but it would be of little use."

George smiles and opens a gateway in his belly, lowering a small gathering claw he uses to reach out and brush some dust out of Narranda's hair.

"I'm certain we can figure out where we are."

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

The woman sifted her eyes over to see the male talking to the robot like creature. She lifted her self from leaning on the stone cross, using her wings to glide her way over to them. "You are both 'here' yet have no idea where you are... how coincidential." she said with grace yet unproper. She turned to look at the ship wheel half buried in the ground, walking over to set her left foot onto of a round. "Traveling through that storm... not knowing you destination..." she wondered to herself what gave them heed to come here, or what brought them here. "This is Unknown... the town where I grew up. Ive always lived here..." she said as it was noticable that this place was defenitely of no living standards. "Now tell me really... what ARE you both here for... what heeds you..." she stated in wonder.

[Lie]

He ran a hand through his hair as if it were a comb, brushing overly long bangs from tired eyes. "I was looking for..." He paused, unsure of whether to tell a complete and total stranger his intended destination. A glance around, afterward returning his eyes to the others involved in the conversation. He attempted an awkward subject change. "Unknown? Well, seeing what I've seen, I guess it's fairly normal..." His voice was soft under the whistling winds.

Narranda's back seemed to arch slightly and then he stood perfectly upright as if a heavy weight had been shifted downward, almost as a backpack would be. He made a gesture to the female's wings, nodding his head gently in recognition. A kindred spirit, in a subtle way.

[Ethros]

George coughed, or at least emitted a sound like a cough.

"It might be better not to ask. Suffice to say that I have no desire to be dismantled. Oh, and should I ever come out and refer to myself as 'Kaine' it would do you well to get as far away as possible. I shall not elaborate."

George tilts his head as Narranda glances over Corana's wings, then thinks no more about it as he settles down to the ground, to limit his exposure to the sands.

[Corana_Bilenstone_Flankshmeir]

Corana Flankshmeir:: "Ask what you wish..." she said with the tone of petricication. Her pale complexion even paler in the grey light under the storm above. "If you need a way out... dont go through that storm again... if you can fly, close your eyes and fly straight up untill you dont feel the wind any longer, you will reach blue sky. If you cant fly go through the ice caves to the west of here, on the other side of the houses and the graveyard. you will reack the out skirts of a never ending forest. If you have made it here fro an outside world... this is the only town. This land is just a giant forest with a neverending sandstorm in the middle, you have reached the end of your journey. Stuck in this timeless warp hole." she moved over to the wheel half burried to sit on the sandy ground leaning her back against it. Her hair blew back, yellow cat eyes seering to both of the figures as they stood in confusion.