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Beaureve Needle, Near the Montacier Stop - 14:34
The Beaureve Needle rumbled lightly as it glided over the train tracks hundreds of meters above ground. This machine of technological and magical marvel was headed to its final destination, the capital Cartetoile, after having toured all over the kingdom. As always, the first class carriages were full of oddities. Many of the travellers had already settled in at the lounge, where the staff had gotten used to seeing most of their faces over the decades.
The three professors from the Royal Academy sat around a small table in their armchairs, having what seemed to be a friendly conversation. Carla Méndez was a princess, and the professor of Chronomancy. While she had only started teaching at the Academy two years prior, she had already made a name for herself as an excellent mage with great promise. The renowned professor of Divination, Rayan Gutiérrez, was quite renowned himself, even among other professors, as he had been one of the most beloved and amicable teachers at the academy for the last century. In contrast, Lydia Robillard, the professor of Aerothurgy for the last three decades, had a reputation for being unapproachable among the students, despite having a relatively good rapport with most professors.
Around another table were sat two people the staff had little knowledge of. On one chair sat a four armed young woman with long, wavy, orange hair. She had a burn mark on the right side of her face, running from her eye back to her ear. Across her, sat an older looking gentleman. For the last several hours, he hadn't moved from his spot, or turned his gaze from the window. This man would ride the train back and forth into cities and towns. On the table beside them, was the prince Konstantin Friedrich Saxe-Altenburg, the pride of the Saxe-Altenburgs.
At another table sat another young woman with burns on her face, sprawling from her forehead, all the way down to her right cheek. Her blond hair was braided all the way down to her shoulder blades. Whenever she spoke, there was a strangeness to her soft voice that sounded almost wrong to anyone within earshot. She pronounced most words with small mistakes strewn about. Across from her was the young Aepian mage, Winona Nito, the proud descendent of one of Ydran's disciples. At the table right beside them were two recent graduates of the Royal Academy: Eldhi Arc, of the draconic Arc family, and Prince Aubel, until recently, the Aubel family's hope of attaining more power.
Finally, at the bar with the bartender was the odd one out of the lot of passengers: Kade Bernaut, the gambler. The staff had been giving him the strangest looks whenever they thought he wouldn't be able to see. It was very uncommon to see people like him to have a room in the Needle, let alone in first class.
As the train was calmly humming along, suddenly everything in the carriage was violently pulled toward the front of the train with an ear piercing screeching sound.
BZZT "This is your conductor speaking. A hazard has been spotted on the tracks, but we should soon be able to clear it up. We apologize for the delay. In the meantime, please enjoy the many--" BZZT "--at the lounge." BZZT
The voice echoed out of the ornate speakers hanging from the ceiling on each corner of the carriage with static cutting in.
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Unnamed Templar Airship, 09:34 - Theo Russell
Nineteen hours after the fall of Sunderlake Isle's prison, the escapees managed to lose their pursuers. They managed to recognize some of the people on the ship that followed them the farthest, as most of them were their fellow inmates, led by Addrick Beaureve, the 13th prince of Enia. After what could only be called a battle of attrition, with Omen's skill at the helm, and Arturo's engineering in the boiler room, they managed to outmaneuver the prince's crew and lose them in the clouds. As they emerged once again above Irve, with land in sight, Theo clasped the railings on the front of the airship, and leaned forward. "Finally, dry land!" he bellowed before pausing to think. "Solid land," he corrected himself quietly. He squinted to try and make out what the splotch of gray and beige in the distance was. Those who could see properly without need for glasses could tell that it was a large city by the sea. The tracks seemed to be heading in that direction, in any case.
With a loud bang, the ship shuddered and started leaving a trail of black smoke. Theo managed to keep himself on the ship after almost taking a tumble. "That didn't sound too good." Theo said to Willow. The ship started, very slowly, to lose altitude. Theo made his way down to the boiler room, where Arturo had been managing to keep the engine alive. "Did that old hunk of junk finally give in?" he asked.
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