Source Chapter One Newborn Contracts and Age-old Abstracts (OOC) Celestia was one of the oldest settlements known to man, founded in the Age of Myths so many millennium ago. A fact only a handful of places could boast of. But where the others stagnated beneath the weight of their age, Celestia soared upon it. No other city was as great a hub for travelers of all cultures to intermingle, and the constant clashing of ideas let the city grow and prosper both physically and figuratively. Then, of course, there was the fact that the city did in fact soar high into the sky. Shattered by a waking god in it's earliest days, chunks of a nameless mountain long forgotten rested where they were thrown instead of falling back down to the ground. And the city grew into and among these floating spires. The uppermost reaches dared to challenge the clouds, while the lowermost buildings hid amid ravines that were never touched by the light of day. Including the light of this day, with the autumn sun casting shallow light across the city. Across the city, various people of strange and exceptional talents in a city for those with strange and exceptional talents were answering the call of one of a few treasure hunters. Treasure hunters who say they've discovered the location of a remnant of the Age of Myths, and are looking for guards and guides to get them across to the far side of the world in order to claim it. For those entering the employment of Ard Revelle, they'd be ushered through the well lit and well decorated halls of a large stone mansion. In fact, the mansion took up the entirety of one of the smaller floating pieces of Celestia. Ard himself would be found in his study, with a few bottles of wine laid out for his quests. He was a tall man, with the combined beard and pointed ears of a half-elf. If the setting around him didn't display his wealth, his attire did; a long-tailed overcoat in green and cloth-of-gold, an array of subdued but valuable rings, and and silver piercings in his ears. He would reply to attempts to talk to him, but eventually deflect the conversation into silence. Sandra Misworth, on the other hand, would be found in the common area of an inn resting partway down the ravines. The Jaunty Giant, it was called, with average food and average ale. As her hired help came in, she'd wave them over and offer them drinks, though notably say nothing about the cost being on her. A dark-haired woman with slates of pale stone coating the right side of her face, with her right eye being made of white marble. Disappearing beneath her collar, the slate reappeared on her hands, which were entirely made of the stone with the fingers ending in points. As for Felice Saradhan, she asked for those interested in her offer to meet her at the entrance to an old mine deep, deep in the northern ravines. While abandone, the mine wasn't in dangerous disrepair. The wooden supports were as strong and solid as the day they had been put up, most likely due to an enchantment. Those who went to see her would notice her eyes first, and the way they glowed violet in the dim light. Several torches would be lit, their flickering glow revealing a wagon filled with various supplies; enough for a long journey without replenishment. Felice herself would be twitchy, never able to keep her eyes on one place for too long, foot tapping a staccato rhythm on the stone ground.