Btw, it would be very cool if characters of each faction include their ships' surroundings and interior descriptions for immersion purposes - though I'm a GM and it's mainly my duty to make such descriptive posts, I'm pretty sure giving you such an option as well will only serve better for the immersion purposes. I want to feel what it's like, being on a necron ship, what's going on in there, what it looks like, what your NPCs crews are doing - because it adds entourage and atmosphere so, for example, when I read your character saying something and I see something else is going on the background while he speaks, it helps me to better understand his personality, motives, desires and so on
At first I planned to add 'She, it, they?' in the description to imply zer pronoun would be bit harder to define, but then I decided to go all the way and use non-gender pronoun. Because at this point of modification, does such conservative terms like gender matter anymore? It is Vect's errant. I assumed that he would see assisting Phoenix Lord would be bother, even when it could possibly save whole Dark City. So 'serving Jain Zar' is akin something to punished or 'get out of my eyes and do some bothersome work for me I can't be bothered to do myself'.
Allow me: The Black Stones of ancient past spoke their endless history in their immemorable silence. The Ship was old. Even for Necron standards. And it was what remained of the once proud Sacarelican fleet that had travelled the galaxy and traded for the goods of a past age. A single ship that were neither meant for war nor peace. Simply to get around. Silently and quickly without being noticed. A qute monumential task given that the ship was several Kilometers long. Yet the migthy constructions dark shades blends into the night of the void and the dying stars. The dark claustofobic corridors would to any creature born outside of the Necrontyr crypts seem unpleasent and unwanted intruders would feel the peace of the tomb ship claim them slowly. Ancient echos of casual talk in strange tounges both of necrontyr and alien voices would roam the halls without a clear scource. And maddening wisperings would stalk any creature bearing a soul. Whispers of ancient secrets and lies, and one could not tell witch is witch . In the commando rooms Strange statues of necron origin and alien trophies cover the walls. The Cyclopian stones and arches are each decoraded in strange glyphs that would to one known with the Necrontyr written language shudder for those are the messenges from the Ancient star gods. Their names and dark statues of how they looked before man beared witness to them and they had taken on the shape in witch they are known to the younger races. Their true forms only known by the Necrontyr cults that woreshipped them in anicent past and may even have done so though the Betrayel of the silent king and the long sleep. Tel'lokker himself had covered himself in ancient scripts of the stargods words and covered his skeletal form with the metallic papyrus that were labled with the other worldly names that were not ment to be spoken anymore. He resembled nothing short of a mummy and his skeletal form that glimpsed out under neath gave the illussion of more were hidden, Impossible dimentions and strange angles unholy adavanced and one could not but dislike the Lord for his silent gaze with the glassy eyes hiding thoughts of hideous knowlege that held no good intend of the world at large. A ship can be jugded by its captain and if that was to be true this ship has way more than meets the eye. Welcome aboard son. I will be your captain for the flight. Thanks for flying with the Sacarelican royal fleet. My name is Tel'lokker...
I am Akarahel..... *realizes how ridiculous the man looks* Did you loose a gambling match more something?
