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Snr. Officer
"STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
November 03, 2007, 12:04:19 pm »
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Zeppelin Captain
United Kingdom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #1 on:
November 03, 2007, 06:00:08 pm »
Bracer had been moving around the city since sunrise. It was now midday and he was getting hungry again. He was using his usual mode of transport: his grapple. He had become very good at slinging it onto poles, bars, ledges etc. and then swinging gracefully from the current rooftop to the wall of the next building and winching himself up. It was not at all a "spider-man" style way of getting around, despite what people may initially think. He knew where he was. He almost always knew where he was in London, on the rooftops at least. He headed a little south and spotted what he was looking for. It was a market place, one he often visited when he wanted food. There was an old building at the edge of the market place, it was helpful because older buildings were smaller buildings and that meant he would be able to attach his grapple to a part of the building, and absale down into the market. Something he was in the act of doing right now.
He had two steady hands on the winch at his waist, gently lowering himself down the edge of this building. It took a while to reach the floor, but if he did it too fast he would likely loose his grip on the winch and end up falling a distace that didn't bare thinking about. When he neared the ground he didn't go the final way, he waited. There was a stall just below him, it was a bakery, displaying a particularly delicious looking lump of bread on a table near him. There was a roof over it so he couldn't tell where the owner was, also everyone in the market seemed to have been too busy to have noticed him, so he slowly winched himself down, a rare occasion where his feet connecting with a horizontal surface for a brief few moments of the day. He crawled along next to the stall, popped his head over the table with the bread on. The owner was selling some muffins to a customer on the other side of the stall, fortunately. He sunk back down under the level of the table and moved back to the wall. He stood up and put the loaf of malformed bread in the satchel at the back of his belt. He then went back up, up towards the top of the building, up towards freedom, up towards his paradise. Up towards his home.
He had become well acquainted with all the main geographical aspects of London and was on his way to his favourite. It was a tall building from which he would be able to see all of London. If the smog wasn't in the way. But he was cut off part way in his daydream, half way up the wall to this building. A voice was being directed at him.
Keep it unreal.
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #2 on:
November 04, 2007, 10:44:15 am »
Demetri Rousselle was still in the University College, down the steps of which poor Professor Agrippa strode two at a time, clutching his meager sized top hat to keep the nipping London wind from knocking it off. He pained to leave the poor boy like he had an appointment more urgent than with his cat and the newspaper, but the alternative was to be stuck in his classroom until nightfall. Demetri always had another take on the lesson to go on after the lecture about, another connection or another theory, and always in rapid French--a mark of his intelligence and dependence on the French speaking professor for someone to truly speak his mind to, but not something Agrippa could sit through on a daily basis.
He practically leapt into the first carriage he saw, tracing the word "
" in his exhale; he had only until his persistent student got out of the bathroom to be out of sight.
Almost immediately after Agrippa left, Demetri retraced his steps with his usual stack of textbooks he had bound together with an extra belt, a blissfully unsuspecting lack of expression on his face. He was silently looking forward to taking a roundabout way back to his dingy flat, through a part of town he had never seen before--when he came to a small hill between it and school, he wandered down instead of up.
Down--chips and cracks began to appear in the lower stories of buildings; a quaint display of their antiquity, he thought. Surely no vandals who existed who could do the damage. He turned north in a direction he speculated to be in the direction of his flat--further down--the buildings towered and seemed to bow inward like the teeth of a giant. In this part of town, its inhabitants did not merely live in the city--they were swallowed by it and, honestly, all looked in various stages of digestion. Shouts fearful and furious crisscrossed the windows above him; from one, at the top of the tallest and pointiest of teeth, there was a blue flash of light--curtains bloomed into an azure fireball, the window cracked and shards of glass pierced the ground no more than a meter behind innocent Demetri, who took no notice.
This place, he observed, had never been addressed in any of his books--a shame.
An absolutely spiffing carriage--with no horses at that--thought Demetri, swerved, just missing him; Demetri missed the bottle of absinthe in the hand of the whiskered driver. It collided with one of the horse drawn variety just out of his hearing (and maiming) range; Demetri caled out a friendly "
Bonjour--ah, hello...!
" to a child scaling one of the buildings as though he were passing him on a safer street.
He was walking along one of the countless trails of destruction that slithered through the shadiest corner of London, miraculously staying just ahead of the mayhem as though there was a lucky cricket in his pocket, protecting him as he ventured downward.
Eventually, he located a bench in what seemed to be a park (in reality, had used to be a park before it was neglected beyond recognition) and sat down on the only corner not polka dotted with scorch marks and worked out where he was. He had taken no more than two turns to arrive at this...lively...piece of London since he had left the college--three? Maybe just one? Oh, well; he knew that his home was always in the direction of that...that clock tower...what was the name? If he could see it, name aside, he could get home. He stretched his neck skyward and looked all around the skyline--nothing; as tall as it was, here, it was obscured behind the teeth.
Directions, then. I'll ask the next helpful looking person--no, the next person who sits down if they know the way. That way, I'll just have more time to sit and watch the people...
And what interesting people there were...he crossed his legs and relaxed, feeling as safe as he was in any district--to him, not having lived here a year yet, there was only one, made of all of the city's sprawling roads; east and west, up and down, deep down.
A fog blew in from above, softly tinted blue, and he squinted through it, thinking nothing of its noxious pouring from the ruptured window overhead, dragged out by the wind. Blinked it out of his eyes...just blinked and couldn't stop...sleepy...his books passed as a pillow...down, down, down...
When the windswept gasses cleared, Demetri was curled on the bench, fast asleep. Unless it was loud, or painful enough, nothing could wake him, not for a while.
Last Edit: November 04, 2007, 11:01:11 am by AFGNCAAP
"An eruption!" I said. "We're in the chimney of an active volcano?"
"I think so," said the professor smiling, "and that's the best thing that could happen to us!"
Journey to the Center of the Earth
"The way to my heart is through my chest, with a scalpel and a bone saw."
-Lady Anne
Miss Gadget
Deck Hand
United Kingdom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #3 on:
November 04, 2007, 02:06:41 pm »
Emerging from the blue smoke filled building with his handkerchief clasped firmly over his face, Horatio cleared the air with a frantic waving of his free hand before collapsing to his knees and coughing violently. He'd heard the manners of your average Londoner were somewhat lacking, but so far the majority of his investigations had been met with outright hostility.
He rolled onto his back and watched the swirling gases clear whilst pondering his next move, the bribes, information fee's and high cost of London living had left him with little more than a shilling and it was a long walk back home. The air clear, he sat up and scanned his surroundings, dirt, smoke, cramped houses and someone sleeping on a pile of books.
Climbing to his feet he sighed and tried to remember the route back to his lodgings, starting down the street he stopped suddenly and turned around... books... down here...
"Excuse me sir?" Horatio nudged the sleeping Demetri, "Hello?"
A few moments passed and with it his patience, having looked round and satisfied that the coast was clear he drove a fist into the Demetri's arm.
"Excuse me sir?"
Piece by piece, snip by snip, croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip,
Tread by thread, primmed and pressed, yard by yard, never stressed,
And that's the Art of the Dress!
Gaslight Phantom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #4 on:
November 04, 2007, 09:41:40 pm »
"Sir! Hold on, sir! You haven't even seen the trick wi' the pressure gauge yet, sir!"
The heavy Irish brogue emanating from the rundown public house was soon followed by the hastily exiting figure of a diminutive fellow in a dented bowler and soot-dusted spectacles, babbling incoherent apologies over his shoulder. "Terribly sorry, my dear chap, but I've got a, er, an appointment... with my, erm, ah... I say, good luck, though! Cheerio!"
Without waiting for a reply, the frightened gentleman dove behind a battered crate at the side of the building, just seconds before his pursuer squeezed through the pub door and stumbled out into the bustling road. "Sir, please! I'm beggin' you, hear me out!" The burly man cast about for his hidden quarry, and his face fell. Yet another failed interview with yet another uninterested investor. This one had been going so well, until he'd accidentally singed the man's handlebar mustache.
Ajax Callaghan glumly scuffed his feet in the muck that lined the cobbled street, and retreated back into the gloom indoors (oblivious to the relieved gentleman who snuck into an alley and disappeared), re-emerging with an unwieldy length of pipe connected to an intricate brass tank festooned with knobs and levers. This he hefted onto his broad back, wending his melancholy way down the street towards the next failure. Haywood had been so much better at selling the contraption – not that it had done him any good in the end.
Ajax kept his eyes peeled, appraising each passing pedestrian with an inventor's eye as Haywood had taught him. That one had no money to spare, that one was too sensible to give any thought to the idea, that one probably wrote too much terrible poetry to care one way or the other. He wondered whether he'd have more or less luck in the Underworld – few people had any money, but those who did were crazy enough to give it some serious thought. He found his steps unconsciously drifting down the all-too-familiar roads that led to his old rundown stomping grounds. If worse came to worst, he could always salvage some tools from Haywood's old flat by the park, provided it hadn't been repossessed or broken into yet.
By the looks of things, it hadn't. Instead, it was probably in the throes of burning down, judging by the foul blue vapour that billowed from the windows. There were five or six flats in the building – he fervently hoped the smoke wasn't in Haywood's. Not yet, at any rate. Ajax sped up, sweating under the weight of the apparatus at his back. He wouldn't be able to get in, though, not with a full tank of flammable coal gas... There were two figures visible in the clearing smoke (arsonists, perhaps?), and he made towards them instead. One appeared to have passed out from the fumes – probably while tossing around matches inside.
"Oy! Which one o' you louts set the bleedin' flat on fire, then?"
Steam Theologian
Zeppelin Overlord
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #5 on:
November 05, 2007, 01:18:34 am »
The cards went down. Hiram looked at his, and calmly said "banco". The other gentlemen looked at their hands and glumly matched the stake. The cards came down again. Hiram turned his over at looked at Sir James Rowan, who this night was acting as croupier.
"My word" said Sir James. "Nine to the Colonel, seven to the bank, I fear, Colonel, that you have broken us."
"Indeed, gentlemen," said Hiram, looking at the other players seated with him in the cardroom of the Bagatelle club. "Indeed, my luck seems to be running tonight" There was a soft chiming. Hiram withdrew a pocketwatch from his waistcoat pocket. It was a Breguet hour repeater, elegantly crafted in gold, on a gold double Albert chain. The charm that dangled from the chain where it passed through the button hole was the tooth of a tiger, set in fine gold. Hiram raised his arm and snapped his fingers, once... Immediately a club butler appeared at his side.
"A magnum of the house champagne for these gentleman, on my account" Hiram said. The butler silently slid away.
"Indeed, gentlemen, my luck does me well. Allow me to at least offer you a nightcap by way of thanks for a most pleasant evening's sport"
Hiram looked at his companions, nobility, highly placed government officials, and well-heeled gentlemen all. They would never suspect that his "luck" was augmented by some rather fancy sleight-of-hand. No, a
such as Hiram would never be suspected by another
. Even so, if he was called out on a point of honour, he could settle that score easily enough on the dueling-field, few would risk that, standing and exchanging fire with the Colonel was not a thing that would extend life.
"I bid you them, good evening" said Hiram, rising. He walked from the cardroom, into the members lounge and took up his customary wing chair by the fireplace. He sat, and snapped his fingers once again. This time, Jenkins, the clubs senior butler answered his call...
"The Colonel's wishes?" he asked?
" A bottle of claret from my private stock, Jenkins, and a cigar or two as well. And the late edition of the Times, and any messages that might have arrived"
"At once, Colonel" Jenkins turned and left.
Within a minute or two, club servants delivered the claret, placing it in the mahogany sidetable, along with a crystal glass, and the Times.
A young boy in club livery approached, bearing a sliver tray with two small envelopes on it.. "Messages, Sir" said the boy..
"Good lad" said Hiram, reaching into his pocket and tossing the boy a half-crown.. The lad caught the coin deftly.. Hiram smiled, it was well worth tipping the lad, young boys like that were useful for certain
, being almost invisible in the city crowds.
Hiram reached for the tray. He picked up the first envelope, and checked the seals, making sure they were intact. He took a small pocketknife from his waistcoat pocket. A touch and the slim blade of watered steel sprung forth. Hiram opened the envelope and read....
"Our mutual friend, the oriental gentleman, agrees to meet with you tomorrow evening, at the appointed place" It was signed "Chen-yu"
Hiram touched the end of his cigar to the note, there was the faintest of flashes, and a soft "poof". Nothing remained..
Hiram took up and opened the second envelope.. The note read:
"The work progresses and the test was successful, the plan moves ahead well " It was simply signed "D." Again the cigar did its work, and again no trace of the note was to be found.
Hiram smiled to himself, it looked as if tomorrow evening could be even MORE profitable than his little game tonight, FAR more profitable indeed, AND his other plan would seem to be unfolding well. That plan had implications of immense gain..
Hiram finished the claret, and rose. He donned his coat at the door, and had the doorman call up his personal Hansom cab. In a moment, it was there, the driver and the footman looking rather all to large and muscular for their job, odd bulges under their coats. Hiram alighted, and the cab hastend off towards his Mayfair home. There he would spend the rest of the evening reviewing his plans for the upcoming meeting..
All in all, it had been a very good night.
You never know what lonesome is , 'til you get to herdin' cows.
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #6 on:
November 05, 2007, 01:57:10 am »
Demetri moaned. Some blurry, human-shaped creature was standing over him, and his arm hurt with a dull throb, but he was too drowsy to care why.
Aidez-moi...s'il vous plait...monsieur...? Je pense que j'ai perdu mes pieds...
" (garbled nothings, to those not understanding the language)
A chilly breeze began to whisk the dangerous vapor away; a little more of Demetri's consciousness poured back into his head like the clean air into his lungs and fully opened his eyes. He regained the sense to assume that this strange man probably spoke English and to know the importance of usually being able to move more than his eyes and mouth.
" he began, then caught himself. "...help..." He strained at his hands to see if his books were still there, but his muscles seemed as if they had disappeared; nothing more happened than the sensation of pins and needles running down his arm and abandoning it. Oh yes, he definitely needed help.
With his face to the sky, he caught a glimpse of the window through the clearing smoke, and reasoned the stuff's origin.
What sort of...scientists? No,
scientists live in this part of London...!?
He realized what had happened to him and cringed; he could barely get a twitch out of his feet.
"Oy! Which one o' you louts set the bleedin' flat on fire, then?"
Another smoky shape was approaching him--a huge one, and this time he knew right away that it was an angry human.
He turned his eyes toward the man and cleared his throat. "I know not what fire you speak of, monsieur," he said bravely, trying not to sound paralyzed. "I had nothing to do with it, and I do not suppose he--" He tried to gesture to his rescuer and failed. "does, either."
A little quirk of Demitri's--he had learned his English from Professor Agrippa, and no more formally, pedantically speaking man could likely be found in all of London. He could not help but address the stranger with a wordiness most would reserve for a dinner party with the Queen herself.
Something clattered above, and another small explosion could be heard. Spiting his need to stay calm, his limbs tingled to get him off the bench and finding out if there were any people up there, perhaps in danger--perhaps what was worrying this new stranger.
"Does either of you know what is amiss up there?"
Don't ask me for help...don't ask me for help...don't ask me to get up and help...
von Brasswood
Zeppelin Captain
Master of Graphical Marvel
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #7 on:
November 05, 2007, 03:02:04 am »
Geirulf looked out his window. A distance away, he saw smoke coming off a fire. "Hm, ikkje min sak.." he mumbled lowly on Norwegian to himself, taking note of the, but not doing a effort to alert someone about it. His throat rasped a little, as he hadn't said much that day. Naturally, someone else would have seen the fire. He returned to his workshop desk, flipping down his magnifiers and trying to perfect his spring blades. They now ejected when he pressed his elbows towards his side and bent his wrists downwards.
He couldn't let the situation the other day repeat itself, when they sprung as he was taking up an apple from a basket, accidentally piercing it. Needless to say, he got a strange look from the trader as he paid for three apples, one which was split in three due to the force of the blade.
He had no orders today, but he expected one tomorrow, which of he had been noted by a small boy, entering the shop, giving him a note and leaving, without saying much. Just the way he preferred his customers.
"Steam punk is like a top hat: You can watch it from different angles and enjoy different things about it, and there are no single hat that fits everyones head."
- vonB
the Hat
Zeppelin Captain
United States
Vagabond and Raconteur
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #8 on:
November 05, 2007, 03:39:06 am »
Scott Coolige stumbled out of Bucer's Pub rather tipsy. He rammed his hand into his ragged pocket and jingled the change inside. It might have been the stout, but he could swear that he heard nothing. He prided himself in his good hearing. It's couldn't simply be the alcohol! Twirling his head around in a fashion that would have made any sober man dizzy, he peered into his pocket for himself. Seeing nothing, he clumsily pulled it inside-out. Nothing…
"Damn!" he managed to slur the curse out loud, which garnered some distasteful looks from the locals. Scott was too drunk and angry to notice. He was so inebriated that he even failed to notice the fire of unknown origin several quarters away from him. Bells started ringing as a horse drawn carriage filled with men armed with buckets full of water headed in the direction of the blaze. The bells made him cover his ears. No, he had definitely not lost his hearing. That was the one thing he hated about London: the noise. It was nothing like home, where you could go a whole day without hearing anything but the wind and the sheep.
He finally realized how drunk he was when he lost his balance and fell into the cart of a fruit vender, who assisted Scott on his journey to unconsciousness by beating him over the head with his fist.
Last Edit: November 05, 2007, 07:30:19 am by the Hat
"Yes, ban people, the way of the future!" -Captain Minty Gearhertz
Gaslight Phantom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #9 on:
November 05, 2007, 05:05:36 am »
"You dunno what fire I–" With the vocabulary of a steelworker, Ajax was not one for verbosity. He shuffled the words around in his head until the pieces slipped together, and glowered at the feeble man. "What'd'ye mean, what fire? The one right over your head, that's what bleedin' fire!" Unless it really was just smoke, from some madcap chemist's accident... "Get up an' help, lazybones!"
The unfortunate invalid showed no signs of moving. Perhaps he was stunned, or perhaps he was just a weak-kneed ponce who spent too much time with his nose in the books he'd collapsed on. Ajax snorted and unslung the Illuminator, tossing it on the rank grass – no use getting roasted along with Haywood's beloved invention, if it came to entering the reeking building. "Fine, stay there." He directed his dull gaze towards the other man, the one who could apparently move and thus offer assistance. "You, though, were you just in there? What the blazes is goin' on? I'll tell you right now, I've a fair load o' tools in that ol' flat, and I've no mind to see 'em gettin' all scorched-like..."
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #10 on:
November 05, 2007, 06:39:33 am »
There was no point in saying anything, not until Demetri could get up and prevent this irrational man from doing something rash. He struggled; the few bits of his will to reach his limbs at all only got so far as to cause him to fall off the bench and into a pile of...something's...ashes. Well, it was a little better than before.
Maybe I won't repeat this route home.
He took a deep breath--there was one limb that did work, and it was his voice. "Monsieur--!" he called out to Ajax with inhuman coolness in the face of the burning building and the frustrated man. "It is the mysterious substance there smoldering--I am paralyzed and have no choice, monsieur, but if I could move from this spot, I would still refuse to. If I could, I would surely help you in another way--"
A new wave of smoke replaced his words with a fit of coughing--it wasn't toxic, but this time, it was black and smothering; the fire had cut though to the building itself. If something was not done, a least some of it would burn down.
the Hat
Zeppelin Captain
United States
Vagabond and Raconteur
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #11 on:
November 05, 2007, 08:34:35 am »
Scott regained his senses after inhaling a whiff of highly pungent smoke. He looked around with very dull vision at the scene around him. There was a rather large group of people gathered together looking down a particularly forbidding looking street where the fire Scott had smelled was apparently coming from. Yet no one moved. Not one single person ventured into the alley to help whatever poor, unfortunate soul was in the flaming building. Had these city folk no honor? Had they no pride?
Scott tried to stand and get out of the wreck he had made of the fruit cart, yet found this more difficult than usual, as he had a splitting headache. He couldn't quite remember why, although he remembered that he had been trying to forget something which he couldn't remember. Giving his head a vigorous shake, he finally stood up and started towards the crowd.
Stumbling upon a man on the edge of the group, Scott grabbed his shoulder to get his attention and more importantly to keep his balance.
"What a b...b…..bloody 'ell is gon on??" Scott breathed foul liquor breath into the man's face, having trouble pronouncing the word "bloody."
"Out o' me face, boy!" The man yelled at him. "Can't you see there's a fire, ye' young rip?!?"
"Cos tas a fire, tats obious." Scott was amazed at his own inability to speak coherently. "Bu why i na un guna hep?"
The man was beyond irritated. "Zats the UNDERWORLD, ye sack o' vorms!" he said in disgust. "Zats "Colonel's" ground, ye dog, ye drunk!"
Seeing that the conversation was getting nowhere fast, and that someone might need help, Scott plunged into the once dark alley, which was now alight with blue flame.
Snr. Officer
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #12 on:
November 05, 2007, 02:17:17 pm »
The razing inferno quickly spread to surrounding structures, the enormous amount of smoke the fire exhaled blinding Van Ottens' view of the city skyline. He was leaning over the railing of his airship's promenade, trying to observe the tiny figures moving panick-strucken about deep down below. "What can you make of it, Mr Mate?" he asked his trusted deck officer, the only Englishman among his crew.
"Bloody hard to tell what the devil is going on down there, Sir," answered the man, not bothering the effort to remove the pipe from his mouth while he did. "It would seem that fire's spurring from the Underworld, tho'."
Van Ottens merely raised an eyebrow at hearing the name of that notorious part of London he would not be able to avoid.
Not this time, no.
He sighed and turned 'round to face his First Mate. "Navigate around the fire. We wouldn't want the ship damaged." The man replied with a simple nod. "And have our Telegrapher contact The Doctor. He should have the message in his possession already."
"Aye," said the deck officer, and with that he made for the steering cabin. They were dangerously nearing the fire now, but Van Ottens had great trust in the navigational skills of his crew. They would not be in peril.
Miss Gadget
Deck Hand
United Kingdom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #13 on:
November 05, 2007, 08:13:58 pm »
"Ahh..." Shaking his head to clear the sudden confusion and fright of being shouted out by a huge Irishman and desperetly trying to recollect his French, Horatio closed his eyes and found some courage.
"I wouldn't go in there sir," He addressed Ajax, pointing to the flat, "it's, ah, not the most naturally occuring of, of, combustible situations."
He opened his mouth to say more then thought better of it.
"If you could assit me in moving this gentleman to a safer place?" Horatio motioned to the fatigued Demitri, attempting to pull him to his feet as he spoke.
Monsieur nous sommes à être mobiles?
" he would be the first to admit his French left much to be desired.
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #14 on:
November 06, 2007, 12:28:53 am »
After a moment's pause, Demitri thanked Horatio and reminded him not to forget his books; he was recovering, but too slowly to get out of here alone. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing--just as before the fire, he was still lost.
At least he thought he had heard Horatio right--his accent threatened to overpower Demitri's comprehension.
He choked out his best English through the haze: "I think I may be able to stand now." Walking, though, was, as his swaying made obvious, going to be much harder. "You are very kind, Monsieur, but I will only require the assistance of Monsieur Callaghan--" He had seen the name scratched into the abandoned Illuminator, and butchered the pronunciation almost comically. "--if it is the only way to prevent him from imperiling himself."
His speech was interrupted by violent coughing between every word--the fearless, matter-of-fact-ness with which he spoke was disproportionate to the danger they were in. Demetri hadn't the strength to pull out a handkerchief, and though Horatio did, he doubted he could breathe any better than himself. They could not stand here forever--something had to be done, fast.
Last Edit: November 06, 2007, 06:22:47 am by AFGNCAAP
Gaslight Phantom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #15 on:
November 06, 2007, 01:02:32 am »
Hang your bleedin' fancy-talk, the both of you,
thought Ajax, exasperated. Outwardly, he grunted and scooped up the wobbly Frenchman with little effort, depositing him in Horatio's arms. "I don't want to seem rude,
, but me dead mate's only remainin' tools are in that burnin' hulk. I'm goin' in there, impiratellifyin' myself or no. You can go ahead an' just... lean there, maybe call the fire brigade, don't matter to me – but I'll be on the third floor scoopin' up wrenches if anybody needs me."
Pulling his newsboy cap off his round head and pressing the coarse fabric to his mouth and nostrils, Ajax grabbed a loose paving stone (he might have to break a window, after all) and shoved it into his coat pocket before lurching resolutely through the soot-choked doorway. The last time he'd crossed this threshold, Haywood had been in the best of health, eagerly ushering him up the rickety stairs towards the cluttered workshop and an early rendezvous with the hand of Fate.
If I'm to die in a fire,
he decided grimly,
best to do it here, of all places. Fittin' end for the both of us, eh, Haywood?
The smoke closed around his bulky form, obscuring it from view, and all was silent save for the crackle of the hungry blaze.
Steam Theologian
Zeppelin Overlord
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #16 on:
November 06, 2007, 01:39:05 am »
Merriwether sat in his study, enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. He went over to the bookshelves, and with some study, carefully selected a thick volume. Taking the book over to his writing desk, he opened it, and taking pen and paper to hand, began to make notes.
The only sounds other than the sound of pen on paper and the cheery crackle of the fire, was the muted clicking and whirring that emanated from some shelves on the far wall. On these shelves sat a bank of telegraph tickers, clacking away intermittently, and feeding their paper tapes into a small Babbage engine that sat whirring to itself, as it digested the incoming tapes. Years ago, Moriarty had discovered how to tap into the government telegraph, and intercept its coded messages. After some time, the Professor had realized the value of telegraphy, and had quietly set up his own networks, that ran like a spiders web through Upper and Lower London. Those terminated in a second set of tickers.
Hiram had only been writing for a short time, when he was interupted by the soft chime of a bell. Something interesting was coming in, or had been decoded from the wire. Hiram rose, and went to his tickers. Odd, he thought, not only the government spy network, but also his own were reporting a strange fire in Lower London. Hiram read a bit, and the went to his desk, and pressed a button. Almost immediately, his secretary, a weedy, but very efficient man, named Uriah Asquith, entered.
'Uriah, read this and tell me what you think"
"Certainly, master, it seems that it is a double report of an odd fire in one of the Lower London districts, it looks like near St-Martins, the Seven Dials sector"
"Indeed" said Hiram. "Who is our local "boss" there?"
"That would be Jimmy "Boxer" Wimbleton, I believe, master" said Uriah.
"Again, indeed, and why has he not acted? One does not let ones sheep burn themselves to oblivion, before one can fleece them, one might say, Even those poor folks have their uses, and can be of profit to us. Send Lamont and his crew at once, Have "Boxer" removed from the position, permanently as it were, and painfully as well. Put Tulkington, his second in command in charge, and make sure that he not only puts the fire out, but finds the cause. If he needs to break some heads to do so, well, so be it"
"At once, Master" said Uriah, and left the study.
Hiram rubbed the bridge of his nose, good local bosses were hard to find, and harder to keep, as they became ambitious. Lamont would ensure that "Boxer" was reminded of his failure, and Tulkington would get an object lesson by being made to watch.
A short time later, down in Lower London, the frantic clanging of the fire brigade bell could be heard, albeit a bit late. Through the chaos and smoke walked a few hard looking men, in black frock coats and bowlers, following an even harder looking man wearing a cape.
A few hours later, some street urchins, scavenging in an alley, came across the broken, and barely recognizable body of the once Jimmy "Boxer" Wimbleton, uglier even in death than he had been in life... Not wasting any time, the urchins emptied his pockets, spat on him, and ran off...
Last Edit: November 06, 2007, 02:17:44 am by HAC
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #17 on:
November 06, 2007, 06:29:07 am »
Demetri noted,
that's a new one. Goodness, they say it all the time here, now that I think about it--I cannot believe I've missed for so long. And in a situation like this, I'll probably forget it again before I can use it once!
Oh, well.
But enough about that; the word's user was of more importance--his life, which was hanging by a thread. An immense fire brigade that could have populated the entirety of one of the towns he was accustomed to was attending the building, but the other side; none of them saw the impetuous Irishman. None of them even looked this way.
Demetri struggled vainly against the lingering paralysis, not caring if the movement that
made its way to his arms bruised Horatio's. Something was boiling up in him that he had, for a long time, never let get past a quiet simmer: terror, for that imprudent fellow. Being so incapacitated was a veiled blessing--if he were not, he might have run in after him.
"HELP! OVER HERE! MONSIEUR AJAX IS INSIDE!" He widely gestured toward where Ajax had disappeared with an arm that quickly fell back down, weakened. "
Agrippa's fancy speech had gone, and alas, he had forgotten the precious new word already.
Too far from the park, Demetri's efforts succeeded, though barely. His cries had caught the attention of one young newbie to the fire brigade with excellent hearing; no one else caught it over the roar of he flames and something continuing to explode on the top floor. But this was enough. When the youth, investigating, caught the shape of a towering person in a window, a fraction of the brigade was summoned, and a ladder propped against said window.
Demetri, having never been in a situation so tense, was beside himself, and shocked that he was, and horrified that he was shocked...and so on. He stayed quiet; it and Ajax would be taken care of.
"This never..." he exhaled, only half to Horatio. "...never happened in Annecy...never came so late...
ils n'arrivent...jamais...
Last Edit: November 06, 2007, 06:43:45 am by AFGNCAAP
the Hat
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Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #18 on:
November 06, 2007, 06:55:53 am »
Scott was either amazingly stupid or very brave, but more probably a good mix of the two. He had dashed right into a sector of London that NO man in his right mind would have gone into…. even if it had not been in flames (which it had). Then, after he had nearly been run over by the fire brigade, he himself ran into an odd trio of characters: a paralyzed Frenchman, a scholarly looking book collector who was apparently trying to relieve the Frenchman of his stash of textbooks and then one fellow who was hard to make out. He was huge, THAT was obvious; he was also covered with soot, which made the rest of him hard picture. The man was also carrying a large bundle of objects in the crook of his arm, as if protecting them from some unseen enemy. Scott wondered why on earth the collection of junk the man was holding, which was as black as the man himself, was so important.
As the firemen threw water on the roaring flames, in a hopeless effort to save the building, Scott advanced towards the odd group of men seated on the decaying park bench.
His vocabulary being very limited after drinking so much, Scott was able to repeat the phrase he had asked the man in the crowd earlier: "Wha' a b…bbb….bloody 'ell is gon on?"
Last Edit: November 06, 2007, 07:00:37 am by the Hat
Miss Gadget
Deck Hand
United Kingdom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #19 on:
November 06, 2007, 10:27:12 pm »
Oui, c'est London, c'est nai pas rapide.
Horatio wrinkled his nose at the sight of Scott and his drunken inquisition. Feeling it impolite and potentially dangerous to ignore such attentions he freed a hand to adjust his spectacles then replaced it quickly as he felt Demetri slipping.
"It's, ahm, slight case of arson so it err-seems," He nodded towards the burning building, "can, can you perhaps see that Irish fellow a-around?"
His vision the way it was, smoke and soot served to limit his view to a few feet infront of his face. Beyond the drunken Scott he was aware only of the sounds of shouting and ringing of bells. Not an ideal situation to be in he considered and let his eye's wander to the bag that hung at his side, still there, he let an inward sigh of relief.
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #20 on:
November 07, 2007, 04:35:37 am »
, Demetri felt enough of his feet to see if he could stand on them. He quietly stepped away from Horatio, wobbled for a few seconds, and sat down. How would he know how to get anywhere else?
He spent the next thirty seconds composing himself while Horatio and a new stranger conversed, settling calmly into his usual impassive self, now that he knew the fire brigade had every window covered. Then he shifted his eyes between th other two men.
"I apologize...it seems I lost my head for a moment..." He squinted at the building, which was almost obscured by smoke. Only its outline could be seen, as if all that was left was its shadow. "I don't know about you, but I spy
descending a ladder."
Gaslight Phantom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #21 on:
November 07, 2007, 06:44:36 am »
The stairs had been tricky, to be sure. Halfway up the first flight, Ajax had suddenly gotten that awful feeling in the pit of his stomach – that terrible lurching, slowly descending sensation that comes with an unexpected change in the terrain beneath one's feet. These damn stairs had never been well-constructed in the first place. Haywood had nearly broken one of the banisters the week before the accident, Ajax remembered, with the useless lucidity of one who can sense his world is about to get a lot more painful.
With a murderous gnashing of splintered beams, a five-step segment of the staircase tore itself from the wall and tilted like a trap-door beneath the lamplighter's heavy boots. It had only been the coarse fabric of his cap that saved him from a broken leg or two at the bottom of the stairwell – lunging for the landing a few steps above him, he scrabbled for the ruined post with both hands, forgetting that he'd been holding his hat to his face. It caught miraculously on an ugly shard of cheap wood, tearing a regrettable hole in the crown but ultimately providing enough support for Ajax to haul himself clear of the lovely new chasm he'd created.
Then the smoke caught up to him, and he clapped his poor cap to his face once more, choking. This was the second floor; he had yet another treacherous stairway to navigate. The fire seemed worse here: flames licked at the doorway to his left, and the lazily billowing smoke made it impossible to see more than halfway up the last stair. His eyes watered viciously, but he remembered two things all at once. Firstly, there had been a window (most likely shut) at the very top landing, where the smoke was thickest. Secondly, he had a paving stone, which he lost no time in hurling with all the precision he could muster.
The shatter of broken glass brought him momentary relief, and the smoke did seem to abate somewhat, but there was still that blasted stairway to consider.
I made it up the first. It damn near killed me, but I'd do one more o' those in a jiffy, with Haywood's tools at stake. Besides, the cap's still got a bit o' luck left in 'er...
He cast his eyes fondly down at his tweed guardian angel, and sprang with the fury of a desperate tiger.
The stairs seemed to be anticipating his move, or perhaps the force of his stride had been the straw that broke its back. A terrible scream of wooden frustration assaulted Ajax's ears, and he landed three steps up, horror-struck, as the very top step broke away from its mooring and began to plummet inexorably towards the red-flickering hell three floors below. Bellowing in desperation, he leaped once more. His thick arms flailed almost comically in the void, close enough to brush the wreck of the third floor landing... and were caught, stunningly, by a fireman from nowhere who braced himself against the rickety banister and screeched like a wounded gorilla. "For God's sake, man, pull yourself up! You'll break my arms and legs!"
He was a strong fellow, though, and somehow, despite his confused inaction, the Irishman found himself kneeling on the landing, gasping at the inside of his hat. "Tools," he panted, muffled by the tweed, and crawled past the concerned fireman, despite the man's protests, into the terrible old flat Haywood had called home. What little consciousness was left to him was glad indeed to see that nothing had been touched – although that was about to change. This poor little workshop would soon be meeting the same end as its master, and even a half-dead Ajax had no mind to see all of his friend's accomplishments perish along with it. He tore open the familiar cupboard and grabbed everything he could see, mindless of the omnipresent soot and dust. As an afterthought, he lurched to the rotten desk and flung open the Important Drawer, where Haywood kept the money and the letters from his sweetheart in Liverpool.
Damned if I'll ever get a chance to find this girl – whoever she is – and give her the news, but Haywood would've done the same for me, burnin' flat or no.
Satisfied, he crawled back to the fireman at the window, clutching his prizes like a sick child. "Get us out o' this hell-hole, will you?" he whispered, and coughed until he collapsed.
The fireman heaved, grunted, dug in his shoulder, and somehow managed to hoist the prostrate form out of the broken window and down the ladder. With luck, there weren't any more souls in there, he thought, since this one took so damn much time. Stubborn ox.
Zeppelin Captain
Professor's phlegmatic lackey
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #22 on:
November 07, 2007, 07:22:18 am »
Demetri leaned a few inches further into the haze and gripped the edge of the bench to prevent himself from collapsing again--note that he now
grip it. His left eye twitched, the most disbelief he had ever outwardly expressed in his life.
C'est lui...
" Yep, there was Ajax. "Horatio, you have your answer."
The disgruntled fireman descended the ladder with a bleeding lip from nervous biting; under the weight of the both of them, it creaked worryingly. He strolled over to Scott, Horatio, and Demetri, if one carrying a man like Ajax can manage much of a stroll, and dropped him at Demetri's precarious feet in an explosion of wrenches. He lifted his goggles; his eyes stared down Demetri from two absurdly sootless patches on his face. "You asked for him. Stubborn bloke owes you some thanks..." He rubbed a sore arm. "...as do you owe me--English, please."
To just say "
" was still a reflex; Demetri fought against it.
Now what? It's a pity for him that my arms can't yet fan away the smoke.
This was a job for what was still his most functional limb.
"Monsieur Ajax?"
No response.
The fireman wrung his hands, hoping, praying that his exorbitant efforts had not been in vain; but Demetri had got his composure back, and did not lose a shred of it. Without a nervous blink, he repeated Ajax's name, louder this time.
Last Edit: November 07, 2007, 07:33:26 am by AFGNCAAP
Miss Gadget
Deck Hand
United Kingdom
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #23 on:
November 07, 2007, 07:57:57 pm »
Horatio's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the collapsed form of Ajax. Although not directly his fault per-se, he could not shake the intense feeling of guilt for the man's condition. Furrowing his brow he searched his mind back across many hours reading for some indication of what to do.
"Air! He need's air!" He almost squealed in excitement, "quick, erm..."
Looking around he almost missed his hand going instinctivly to his bag, gathering his senses he pulled out a sheath of paper covered in bizarre inscriptions and began fanning the unconcious Ajax.
"Being Irish I'm told there is another cure to his ailment, does any one have a drop of whiskey by chance?"
Steam Theologian
Zeppelin Overlord
Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread
Reply #24 on:
November 08, 2007, 01:45:18 am »
Hiram finished dressing, putting on his black pearl collar studs. Tonight's meeting with the 'foreign gentleman" was critical to
his plans, and he must look right. He had decided not to wear any of his more unobtrusive weaponry, as, like as not, they would
be of little use against them an he would meet tonight. Indeed, coming armed with anything more than his wits would have been
seen as a grave insult.
Checking one last time in the mirror, he decided he was as ready as he could be. Hiram looked at his watch, then called for
Uriah to summon his coach, not the hansom, but rather the more formal and impressive four wheeled coach.
He donned his hat and cape, and waited for his coach to arrived.. Then, handed up and in, he was off..
The coach rattled along the cobbled streets of Upper London, turning and twisting through the now-empty streets, The lights of
the great buildings sparkled through the occasional break in the evening mist. No, tonight's meeting was not in Lower London, but
rather in one of the exotic clubs that Hiram owned, albeit owned through a complicated and hard to follow trail of business
fronts. The coach slowed and pulled up in front of a club, decorated in a garish Oriental style. "Chen Yu's Palace of Oriental
Delights" read the marquis. Inside were the usual London entertainments, fine food and drink, and a dance floor and stage, all
with an exotic Oriental feel. Few of its well-to-do clientele knew what went on below that finery, in the sub-levels below ground.
Hiram was escorted in by Chen Yu himself who took Hiram's hat and cape, and shown through a discreet passage to a private area.
There, outside a set of great mahogany doors, Hiram waited, and after a discreet knock, was ushered into a private study, of
muted elegance..
Sitting in a high backed leather chair behind a desk was the man he had waited so long to see...In the chair was a man,
tall,lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long,
magnetic eyes of the true cat-green. Invested in him was all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one
giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present, with all the resources, which, if you will, of a wealthy
government--which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. There sat Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in
one man.
Hiram bowed deeply. The green eyes bored into him. Fu Manchu spoke:
"I know what you desire from me, and you have something for which I would exchange it"
Hiram was surprised by that voice, clear, and soft, and with only a hint of an accent.
"Ah, I surprise you,do I then? My tutors in your tongue were from Oxford, you see. Please be seated."
Hiram felt a touch on his arm, and turned to find two great, bare-chested, turbaned guards. They brought forward a leather chair,
and a small side table, and placed them down, opposite their master. Fu Manchu gestured, and Hiram sat..
Hiram spoke:
"I am honored to be in your presence, great lord. It is my hope that we can do business profitable to both of us this night.
I have for you a small token of my thanks and appreciation"
Hiram withdrew from his jacket a small leather case, and laid it on the desk. "It is most rare, and I think you will find it well
suited to your particular tastes. It is the concentrated venom of the North Sea Striped Kraken, most deadly."
Fu manchu opened the case, and with drew a sealed vial containing an opaque green liquid that shimmered oddly in the light.
"An excellent gift, Colonel, I have not had the pleasure of owning this particular poison. I offer you a gift in return"
Fu Manchu gestured, and a servant laid a velvet case on the table beside the Colonel.
"Open it, Colonel, and behold"
Hiram opened the case, inside, cushioned in velvet was a dagger, worked in gold, and the finest Japanese layered steel. elegant
yet simple, with its hilt ornamented by a single gem, a star gem, its colour a match for Fu Manchu's eyes.
'I am most deeply thankful, great lord, you do me a singular honour" said Hiram.
'So, now to business, Colonel? My time in your country is short, for I am hounded even as we meet by your countryman Nayland
Smith. But I am a remiss host, a drink perhaps, before we talk?"
Hiram nodded, and immediately a servant laid a decanter of brandy and a glass on the sire table. On the desk beside Fu Manchu,
a servant placed a decanter containing a liquid whose colours seemed to shift with the light, and a small crystal glass.
Hiram waited as the servants poured.
"Ah, you wonder at my drink? It is a wondrous sight is it not? That Colonel is what in your Latin tongue would be "Elixir vitae".
It is the drink of life, and has allowed me to live these many centuries unaged. I alone know its makings, and those servants who
concoct it for me die after the making of each measure. But then, I prattle. A toast, then, "To Mutual Gain" "
Hiram raised his glass, and the two men drank.
"As you have said, then great lord, to business" said Hiram. 'I know you rule the east, as I rule Lower London. You wish to
expand that rule through what is now a European sphere of influence, the subcontinent of India, and through the Hindu Kush and
Khyber to the Mediterranean and Africa. I desire London, and Europe an eventuall the Americas. By our own means we lack resources, but it is in resources that we compliment each others endeavours"
"Indeed, you understand the thing admirably" smiled Fu Manchu, with a smile that was as humorless as death. "I know what you
need to attain your grip on London. You wish to introduce opium and the extract of the Black lotus into your society. I can
provide you with a supply route, as well as access to other items of high profit for you, in return for...."
"I know what you need, dread lord, that being access to London's steam technology and modern arms as well as a way to access
our banking system to handle the funds needed by your organization in Europe. I can provide these" said Hiram.
" Ah, then I see that our ambitions do indeed supplement each other. I think we have reached an..... understanding. I trust our
agents will work out the details satisfactorily"
Hiram rose, and offered his hand. Fu Manchu looked at him and smiled that same smile "I do not shake hands, Colonel, I abhor
the practice, and as my word is my word, I find there is no need of the gesture, we have a bargain"
Hiram bowed and turned to leave. As he did Fu Manchu spoke.
"A caution Colonel, do not think to cheat or betray me, I have a long reach, and there are many more ways to kill a man than you
would realize"
Hiram turned and bowed... "A saying in my country, dread lord.. "Honour among thieves"..
He strode out through the gaiety in the Club, and retrieved his hat and cape.
Later on, in his study, toying with the dagger he had been given and enjoying a whiskey , Hiram smiled to himself.. Yes, it had
been a good meeting indeed....
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"I have a lot of friends who dropped out of school and went to work in the oil fields, and they're actually making a lot of money. But, as a wind tech, I see it as more of a long term thing. Oil isn't always going to be there, and wind will", says Lacy, TSTC student.
While the West Texas oil boom as been in the spotlight, wind industry workers have been busy in the shadows, maintaining the very turbines that propel their careers.
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After being flushed out in games such as RE: Code Veronica X, RE: The Umbrella Chronicles, RE: the Darkside Chronicles, RE:4, and most famously, RE:5, we have seen a dynamic growth in the villain. Getting to know Wesker even more when Capcom released Wesker's notes, involving his relationship with his one true comrade in life, William Birkin, and the tragic story of one Lisa Trevor. Soon, the once researcher for Umbrella became his own boss, taking under his wing the enigmatic Ada Wong, & the militant Jack Krauser, Wesker eventually orchestrated the events of RE:4. In my opinion, the eventual demise of Albert Wesker was poorly miswritten, a plot device written to have an epic boss battle in the climax of RE:5. Nevertheless, even after death, Wesker has proven to be a favored character in the Resident Evil franchise; appearing as an unlockable character in Lost Planet 2, and as one of two main antagonists in the upcoming Marvel vs. Capcom 3: Fate of Two Worlds.
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Designed to rival Hagia Sophia in Constantinople, Kiev's Saint-Sophia Cathedral symbolizes the 'new Constantinople', capital of the Christian principality of Kiev, which was created in the 11th century in a region evangelized after the baptism of St Vladimir in 988. The spiritual and intellectual influence of Kiev-Pechersk Lavra contributed to the spread of Orthodox thought and the Orthodox faith in the Russian world from the 17th to the 19th century.
Conçue pour rivaliser avec l'église Sainte-Sophie de Constantinople, la cathédrale Sainte-Sophie de Kiev symbolise la « nouvelle Constantinople », capitale de la principauté chrétienne créée au XIe siècle dans une région évangélisée après le baptême de saint Vladimir en 988. Le rayonnement spirituel et intellectuel de la laure de Kievo-Petchersk contribua largement à la diffusion de la foi et de la pensée orthodoxes dans le monde russe aux XVIIe, XVIIIe et XIXe siècles.
ترمز كاتدرائية القديسة صوفيا في كييف التي تم تصميمها لمنافسة كنيسة آية صوفيا في القسطنطينية الى "القسطنطينية الجديدة" التي اصبحت عاصمة الإمارة المسيحية الناشئة في القرن الحادي عشر في منطقة تم تنصيرها بعد عمادة القديس فلاديمير عام 988. وقد ساهم الإشعاع الروحي والفكري الخاص بدير لافرا كييف بيشيرسكا على نحو ملحوظ في نشر المذهب الأورثوذكسي في العالم الروسي طوال القرون السابع والثامن والتاسع عشر.
Призванный стать соперником храма Айя-София в Константинополе, Софийский собор символизировал становление Киева – столицы христианского княжества, как «Нового Константинополя». Собор был возведен в XI в., т.е. вскоре после крещения Руси (988 г.) при князе Владимире. Духовное и интеллектуальное влияние Киево-Печерской лавры способствовало распространению православной культуры и православной веры на Руси в период с XVII до XIX вв.
Proyectada para rivalizar con Santa Sofía de Constantinopla, la catedral Santa Sofía de la capital ucraniana es el símbolo de la "Nueva Constantinopla", denominación dada a la capital del principado de Kiev, creado en el siglo XI en una región evangelizada después del bautismo de San Vladimir en el año 988. La influencia espiritual e intelectual del monasterio de Kievo-Petchersk contribuyó considerablemente a la propagación de la fe y el pensamiento ortodoxos en el mundo ruso entre los siglos XVII y XIX.
St Sophia, a Greek-cross church, is one of the major edifices representing the culture of Eastern Christianity in the 11th century, inspired by Byzantine models. the stylistic features of its decoration were spread throughout Kievan Russia in the 11th century by the icon painters working in Kiev. Kiev-Pechersk Lavra is of outstanding significance in the Ukrainian national heritage, and the ancient monastic foundation plays a very important role in the spiritual and intellectual life of the Russian world.
The construction of St Sophia Cathedral was begun in the first half of the 11th century, probably in 1037 by Yaroslav the Sage. It was meant to replace Kiev's very first church, the Dessiatinnaya (Our Lady of the Tithes), built by his great-grandmother Duchess Olga in 952. Conceived in opus mixtum, with 12 columns dividing the interior into five naves, the church represents a perfect fusion between symbolic image and architecture: the big central gilt cupola and twelve smaller cupolas which crown it evoke Christ and the 12 Apostles in a pyramidal composition so strongly expressed that it was not diminished in the restoration of the onion domes in the 18th century
A complex of monastic buildings surrounds the church. Built originally of wood in 1633, the buildings were destroyed by fire in 1697 and reconstructed in stone. The four-storey bell tower, overhung by a gilt onion cupola, the Metropolitan's house, the refectory, the west gate, the tower at the south entrance, the Brothers' building, and the seminary were built. A stone enceinte encircled these buildings, which are typical of Ukrainian Baroque style, the influence of which can also be seen in contemporary restoration work on the cathedral. Designated an 'Architectural and Historical Reserve of the State' in 1934, St Sophia was spared the widespread devastation of the Second World War. It is now administered as a monument museum.
In a wooded area on two hills overlooking the right bank of the Dnieper River is Kiev-Pechersk Lavra, a monastery complex consisting of numerous monuments and grottoes. Now the area is surrounded by the urban agglomeration of Greater Kiev, which has undergone rapid expansion since 1980.
The Lavra boasts very ancient origins and rapidly became the seat of a community governed by the abbot St Theodosius. With the support of the Princes of Kiev, the monastery immediately began to prosper. Devastated by the Mongols and the Tatars, Lavra was almost entirely rebuilt in the 17th century and afterward. A print shop was founded in 1615, mainly issuing devotional literature and history. The Lavra played a highly important intellectual role: these were times of great prosperity, when pilgrims flocked to the site, and the grounds were filled with numerous Baroque monuments. The Clock Tower and the Refectory Church are two of the main landmarks in a monastic landscape totally transformed by the construction or the renovation of numerous churches. Declared a 'Historical and Cultural Reserve' in 1926, the Lavra was very severely damaged in 1941 when its oldest edifice, the Dormition Cathedral, was almost fully destroyed.
Today the major elements of the very old historic heritage are Trinity Church, whose 12th-century structure is hidden by the extremely rich Baroque decor, and especially the catacombs, which include the Near Caves and the Far Caves, whose entrances are respectively at All Saints' Church and at the Church of the Conception of St Anna. Over the years the monks' cells became a necropolis where hundreds of their mummified bodies have been preserved.
Most of the monuments of the Lavra had new cultural functions in 1926: the Metropolitan's residence is now the State Museum of Ukrainian Decorative Folk Art, the printshop houses the Book and Bookbinding Museum, the Refectory Church is a museum of Christianity, and the Church of the Exaltation of the Cross is the museum of the history of the catacombs.
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