The shuttle entered the Vaxhayn atmosphere, shuddering and jolting as if caught in a whirlwind. Dawns Blade
was caught in a violent turbulence, throwing anything not bolted to the floor wildly around the interior. A few of the Imperial passengers brought up their most recent meal to the distain of the other occupants.
The shuttle, thankfuly, then entered clear skies; the flight became smooth and level. Through the veiwing ports the passengers could see Vaxhive, the planetary capital. The hive glistened in the sun like a Jzal-Beetles carapace. It rose kilometers into the sky, skewering the clouds above. Dotted around the hive were inumerable foundries and mancfactorums, with grey smoke billowing from the chimmney stacks.
When Dawns Blade
touched down on the landing pad, the vox-servitor spoke. "Welcome to Vaxhive. You may now leave the shuttle."
Before the passengers could leave, the captain of the shuttle walked around the interior, avoiding the puddles of vomit, to approach the acolytes. He simply gave each of them a small scrap of parchment. He said nothing and then returned to the cockpit. On each piece of parchment were the words, "It is in your best interests to head to the bar: The Bleeding Rose.
It was initialled G.D....
Surrounding the landing pad were a number of stalls and stands, each boasting a myriad of wares, some legal other not so.... The ground was a dark red, almost maroon and smog hung thick in the air. There was a babble of sound, vendors enticing potential customers, the powering down of the landing craft and the buzzing of insects.
Primary Objectives: Find the location of The Bleeding Rose Bar
Secondary Objectives: None at this time.