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~Port Ardus~
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With a soft, melodious screech, the seagulls of Port Ardus spread their wings and departed toward the Eleryn Sea, food primarily in their minds. Although a small isle, Port Ardus was lush and vibrant in nature and atmosphere. It's people, happy, despite the dangerous world they lived in. This is the story of two mages, who set out to learn the ways of ancient magic, and conquer those who brought endless tyranny and destruction to Valcia. Howl is one of these destined mages, a lowly Weaver, poor in coin yet rich in spirit, he sat on the marina of Port Ardus itself, breathing in the salty sear air and gazing at the passing by sailors and fishermen. Founded by Ardus the Leviathan, the seafaring hero of the First Age, the place was a bustling and peaceful place, much to Howl's discontent. He wanted adventure, fame and glory, so he could be a hero of the Fourth Age, as he had always aspired to be. He could not leave the isle, due to his obvious lack of coin, and he, unlike the various guarded politicians who freely transported themselves on ships between the Isles, had no political liaisons he could speak to in order to ensure free passage on the whim of a favour. He could not swim to Port Illin, for there were deadly creatures in the murky oblivion of the water who fed on the bones, flesh and even souls of men. He stood up, blowing out a dismissive breath to rid himself of this negative train of thought. He decided he would need to find a job and quick, if he were to acquire enough meagre revenue to pursue his aspirations. He could be a woodcarver. Or an enchanter. His specialized weaving magic meant he could make great things from the wood of the trees, and his magic itself could be crafted into an unstoppable sword of power, or even an axe breathing the flames of a Phoenix. He headed into town, climbing the spiral staircase, covered in barnacles and seaweed left after it lost its hold on the draping of the fisherman's anorak. He was in the edge of town, the market district. Now he had to go find a job.
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As he walked the streets, gazing into shop windows and smiling politely at passers-by, he began to take in the town once more, ravenously engorged in the scenery and hustle bustle around him. However, as he entered the centre of town, two stores caught his eye. "The Ethereum" and "Gaia's Carving." A Weaver Shop and an Enchanter Shop. He was a specialized Weaver mage, so the Ethereum spoke to him. However, Enchanting was beneficial to others, and not only himself. He thought about it for a moment, and stepped foot into the Ethereum. "Hello? I'm here about a vacancy for a job?" spoke Howl, nerves present yet not overly displaying in his voice. He waited patiently in the store that smelled of lavender and incense, for a definitive answer from someone.
@Everly