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Overcast clouds drearily hung over the skeleton forests of Dansila, muted sunlight dulling the once vibrant colors of nature. The forest had once been alit with flame, autumn’s rain and winds stripping trees of their orange-red leaves, but now, they took on a darker shade, more akin to mud and dirt than fire. Clear cut paths in the woods lead to the capital city of Dansila, Cykes, and the merchants travelling down those well-trodden roads could only sigh as an airship flew overhead. It easily overtook their caravans, its engines and propellers loud enough that it sounded like it was making its presence known, just to spite those who were still bound to the land. A chilly wind passed through the air, but, as it had always been for the past few weeks, there was no sign of snow.
The end of the eleventh month was coming, and it looked like those in Dansila won’t be welcoming the beginning of the twelfth with snowfall.
The streets of Dansila, as maze-like as ever, was a hodgepodge of activity. School had just ended, and there were thousands of young people scrambling about, going onto their afterschool lessons, purchasing snacks, or simply heading home. Though there was no glorious afternoon sun to accompany them on their journey, no one really minded. Overcast was common for the eleventh month, even though the lack of snow wasn’t. The tiled rooftops and the resin-coated pillars created an atmosphere of ‘tradition’, even as the magical circuits that glimmered underneath revealed their true nature as mediums for runetech. That motley combination of new and old could be seen anywhere in Cykes, from fashionable young kids sporting the latest designer clothing imported from Astopol, to streetside food stalls that still displayed live animals that they’d butcher in plain sight to prove the freshness of their ingredients. It was messy, eccentric capital, people hopping from roof to roof just as often as they walked on stone-paved streets below.
The buzz of excitement was even stronger on that particular day though, especially for bookworms. That evening, ex-Captain Ellenil Esprit, a slender woman whose nymph-like beauty was matched only by her awe-inspiring writing skills, was purportedly coming to Seyour University for a special event. Many believed it to be a lecture, but many more hoped for a handshake event. Needless to say, before the unseen sun had even dipped under the horizon, a queue was forming up at the entrance of the palace-esque military academy.
It was definitely going to be an exciting day.
As the flashy airship crossed over Cykes, the captain, a balding, scrawly-bearded gentleman sighed, relieved. He wiped the sweat off his brow, checked out the output levels of the airship’s engines, and even managed to smile. Though it wasn’t intentional, they were now going to be able to deliver the goods early. Perhaps even get a bonus for their troubles. Pulling down the periscope and swiveling it backwards, the captain examined the land that airship had just passed through.
His smile faded.
It was still coming.
~{ Chapter 0 ; Bloodstone Convergence }~
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The end of the eleventh month was coming, and it looked like those in Dansila won’t be welcoming the beginning of the twelfth with snowfall.
The streets of Dansila, as maze-like as ever, was a hodgepodge of activity. School had just ended, and there were thousands of young people scrambling about, going onto their afterschool lessons, purchasing snacks, or simply heading home. Though there was no glorious afternoon sun to accompany them on their journey, no one really minded. Overcast was common for the eleventh month, even though the lack of snow wasn’t. The tiled rooftops and the resin-coated pillars created an atmosphere of ‘tradition’, even as the magical circuits that glimmered underneath revealed their true nature as mediums for runetech. That motley combination of new and old could be seen anywhere in Cykes, from fashionable young kids sporting the latest designer clothing imported from Astopol, to streetside food stalls that still displayed live animals that they’d butcher in plain sight to prove the freshness of their ingredients. It was messy, eccentric capital, people hopping from roof to roof just as often as they walked on stone-paved streets below.
The buzz of excitement was even stronger on that particular day though, especially for bookworms. That evening, ex-Captain Ellenil Esprit, a slender woman whose nymph-like beauty was matched only by her awe-inspiring writing skills, was purportedly coming to Seyour University for a special event. Many believed it to be a lecture, but many more hoped for a handshake event. Needless to say, before the unseen sun had even dipped under the horizon, a queue was forming up at the entrance of the palace-esque military academy.
It was definitely going to be an exciting day.
As the flashy airship crossed over Cykes, the captain, a balding, scrawly-bearded gentleman sighed, relieved. He wiped the sweat off his brow, checked out the output levels of the airship’s engines, and even managed to smile. Though it wasn’t intentional, they were now going to be able to deliver the goods early. Perhaps even get a bonus for their troubles. Pulling down the periscope and swiveling it backwards, the captain examined the land that airship had just passed through.
His smile faded.
It was still coming.
~{ Chapter 0 ; Bloodstone Convergence }~
| OOC | Index | IC |
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