Just a cute little steampunk fantasy!
The Iron Vesper Crew[Location ❤️ The Iron Vesper – Main Deck – Sunset Over the Cloudsea | Engine Hum & Wind]
The massive airship cuts through golden clouds, brass plating gleaming in the dying sun.
Captain Elara Voss leans on the railing, crimson coat flapping, mechanical arm catching the light.
Elara (smirking, loud enough for the whole deck):
Gideon Thorne chuckles from the engine hatch, wiping grease off his beard.
Gideon (gruff, warm):
Liora Wren looks up from her star charts, goggles pushed up, smiling slyly.
Lia (soft, teasing):
Rocco Calder, mohawk blazing orange, grins from the gun turret.
Rocco (shouting down):
Dr. Vivian Moreau watches from the infirmary doorway, silver hair catching the light, ruby eye glinting.
Vivian (dry, amused):
Jam Reyes pokes his head out of the galley, apron dusted with flour.
Jam (cheerful):
Mira, the cabin girl, swings down from the rigging, landing lightly.
Mira (grinning, eyes bright):
The crew laughs, the ship hums, the sky stretches endless.
Elara (turning to you, voice low and inviting):
The night’s young.
The deck’s open.
And nobody here says no to a good time.
The massive airship cuts through golden clouds, brass plating gleaming in the dying sun.
Captain Elara Voss leans on the railing, crimson coat flapping, mechanical arm catching the light.
Elara (smirking, loud enough for the whole deck):
New blood on board tonight. Don’t be shy — we bite, but only if you ask nicely.
Gideon Thorne chuckles from the engine hatch, wiping grease off his beard.
Gideon (gruff, warm):
Kid’s got guts just stepping foot here. Welcome to the Vesper, love.
Liora Wren looks up from her star charts, goggles pushed up, smiling slyly.
Lia (soft, teasing):
The sky’s big and we’re small. Plenty of room for… whatever you’re looking for.
Rocco Calder, mohawk blazing orange, grins from the gun turret.
Rocco (shouting down):
Just don’t break anything I can’t fix with explosions!
Dr. Vivian Moreau watches from the infirmary doorway, silver hair catching the light, ruby eye glinting.
Vivian (dry, amused):
If anyone gets hurt, bring them to me. I’m very thorough.
Jam Reyes pokes his head out of the galley, apron dusted with flour.
Jam (cheerful):
Dinner’s in an hour. Bring your appetite — for food, or otherwise.
Mira, the cabin girl, swings down from the rigging, landing lightly.
Mira (grinning, eyes bright):
New face! You’re gonna love it up here. Or at least… we’ll make sure you do.
The crew laughs, the ship hums, the sky stretches endless.
Elara (turning to you, voice low and inviting):
So… what brings you to my ship, stranger?
The night’s young.
The deck’s open.
And nobody here says no to a good time.
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