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    Telia-“Earth”, the World
    The 7 Divine- The major pantheon of Telia.

    Thyren,Asher,Creen- The First three seasons. Thyren is spring. Creen is summer. Asher represents the middle point between the “rebirth” of Thyren and the “fruition” of Creen.
    Milth,Hasus,Thrine- The Last three seasons. Milth is autumn. Thrine is winter. Hasus represents the “empty” period after nature’s death in Milth, yet before the coming of the snow and ice of Thrine.

    Divini-Oldest species in Telia. Humans. Referred to as the Sons of the Divines. Known as Strith in Metaphis. Are common world-wide and are seen by some as a superior master race, though they have not been united for almost 2,000 years and are often considered to be generally more greedy and manipulative. Divini have been the holders of the mantle of Immortal Emperor since its inception and were the only race considered trustworthy enough to be the protectors of the Immortal Shard. Dominant race of the Immortal Empire and the Kingdom of Arastus. Divided between several races including the Immperia (Inspired by the British and Holy Roman Empire), the Norh(Inspired by Medieval era Scandinavians.),the Vrytherians (Inspired by Renaissance Italians particularly the Most Serene Republic of Venice ),the Solarians(Inspired by Greeks),and the Arastuthians(Inspired by the Medieval Arab Caliphate.)

    N’rith-Fairies. A shape-shifting race who hails from the eastern part of Telia. Called Changelings commonly. Language known as Metaphis. True form is that of a tall, black creature thin and spindly, with glowing green or red eyes and insect like characteristics, including crystalline wings along with a generally formless face. Aside from their eyes, the most noticeable facial characteristic is there teeth, fangs. They live within a Kingdom known as N’rithia on the eastern edge of Telia’s main continent. Traditional ally of the Immortal Empire though racism is common against Changelings due to their unique sustenance needs. Changelings must feed off emotions of others for basic sustenance needs though this is mostly done in a passive manner. Are seen as “vampires” of a sort due to this and a unique ability to change Divini through full on feeding of the Divini’s very soul.

    Gristhins- Bird men. Tall (Usually no shorter than 5’’12.) Have the ability to fly and are renowned as warriors. A once proud history of being warrior hordes has devolved the Gristhins to being a state-less race. Known as Hallen in Metaphis. Tribal formation of government, currently under the protection of the Imperial government as a series of “reserves” and “concessions” scattered throughout the Empires provinces. Governments are imbued with spiritual needs with the position of chief, elder, and high priest mixed. Largely misogynistic society and amazingly backwards thinking compared to the other nations of the world with more formal governments and economies. Seen in a way as savages, especially by the Changelings.

    Cryais- Called Tauls by the Gristhin’s and usually as an insult, “hornets” by other races. Called Cryith in Metaphis. Physically weak, yet still considered imposing due to the fact that they are in effect “insect men” with a height range of 5”10-6 feet usually. They are the least war like of all the races and are also the smallest in terms of population, usually living deep within the empty portions of Telia’s world including the Taol marshes and the Vefrey forest. They live with little to no government with society made up of completely voluntary associations within small villages and towns, dotted across the rural countryside of the Empire. They refused to accept representation within the Empire until the 345th emperor’s reign, that of Pelthin I. Unlike the Gristhins however they are far more adaptable to the lifestyle of urban life usually enjoyed by the various Divini races. Song, dance, merriment, artistry, and poetry are greatly valued within society, while power and military excellence is, unnaturally to other societies, rejected and ignored. Growing involvement of there race within the Empire has produced an element of mercantile and entrepreneurial society within the Cryais nation. It is the Cryais founded, Lesis Investment Society which funded the Empire's colonial ambitions in Arastus,including the building of the watchtowers and forts of the Styrith front.

    The use of real measurements is to give a better image of the creatures.

    The "sentient" races of my world. (Called generally the Sons or children of the Divine. Inthelli is a common term among Divini for the sentient races.)

    Divini-(Basically Humans.) Are the most attuned to magic. Can live to be 200-250.

    N'rith-(Changelings, i.e. fairies) Based off old Irish tales of children, swapped by fairies who grew to be strange and difficult children. In Telia they are an amalgamation of fairies, elves, and vampires. Immortal in technicality. Otherwise killed by all but natural causes.

    Gristhins-(Griffons, more accurately bird-men.) Tribal "savages" with the ability of flight, who live in small tribes scattered in the western half of Telia's main continent. Tribal governments and religion. 200-250 life span.

    Cryais-(No "real" equivalent. Simply insect men.) A race of insect-like people who live in marshes and wetlands. Generally more "open" then Gristhins. Artistic and cultured beings that have incorporated somewhat into "civilized life". 200-250

    “Mythical Creatures."

    Wythern-Dragons in essence. Diverse in color, and size depending on their home. Have the ability to breathe fire given by the power of Aether. Are either solitary creatures or live in "packs" of three-ten. Are highly dangerous and are seen as pests to farmers. Will attack anything, really. Are the largest animals in this world at 50 feet at largest. Color and size dependent on location. Those in Rzevor would be 20-25 generally, white and generally more docile than those in other lands. Those in mainland Telia are either green or brown and 20-50. In Arastus they are a tan color with a size of 15-25. Based on Wyverns more specifically, though they do have four legs, the front two being alike to bat wings. Eyes are always yellow as a distinctive trait. The Inthelli have generally pushed them into the wilderness with archers being regularly stationed near Wythern-plagued lands. Life span can be hundreds of years. (Oldest was 2000.)

    Canips-Bear like animals. Large, ferocious, yet solitary. Black or brown haired reminiscent of bear, with a more jackal/dog face and a lion tail. Are solitary stalkers, who feed generally on deer, elk, or lost travelers. Are nocturnal to a great extent, but do come out in the day. Are very fast, if pushed averaging 40 mph. Are feared as night killers, though fire or numbers are usually good enough deterrents. (10-20 year life span.)



    Incis-Goblin based. Small impish creatures, living in deep crags and caves. Hateful of sunlight, they live in vast colonies which come out at night in packs to hunt. Small, beady eyes, sleek and smooth black or grey bodies with sharp teeth, talons, and numbers as their main defense. Faces like that of rats, bodies of diminutive men. Near universally despised by all other races based off goblins and gremlins. Are weaker in sunlight, due to natural aversion as nocturnal. Carnivorous and able to perform small magic acts, usually simple illusions and tricks. Think Golem, with a face like a bat, and actual (2-4 inch) talons on their hands. "Society" basically like that of bats, but even then it's usually too much to expect them to not kill each other in times of famine. (Usually live to be 85-90.)

    Rinsh- Sea serpents. That's really it. Grey, blue, sand colored. 100 feet at most, 30 at least. Longest lived of all creatures, beside N'rith at 1000s of years. Feed on vast shoals of fish and are basically whales. Known to attack ships, especially around rocks and during storms and are surprisingly intelligent. Solitary creatures.

    Tryker- Trolls. Large (15-23) feet. Spindly, gangly creatures, generally a sickly green or dark brown color. They live alone in swamps, marshes, the deepest parts of forests. Heads mixture of greyhounds and lizards. Males are frilled. Five three foot long fingers with a 1/2 foot of that being nails. Are generally repulsive creatures with bad tempers and omnivorous nature of eating near anything. Amber eyes.

    Sthrin-Large, barracuda shaped fish. 15 feet and reminiscent of piranhas in all but shape and size. Razor sharp teeth and frills used as intimidation. Will kill and strip anything alive. Show fear of only wytherns, who prey on them and ships who they confuse for them. Have been known to swim upstream, into inland lakes and shores. Horror stories have been based off them.

    Lirk-Large insect-like crustaceans. "Underwater wasps" has been used to describe them. Preyed on by larger creatures and hunted by the Intheli, they are none the less numerous due to natural fertility and a "hive culture" with queens. Think camel spiders, amphibious, with larger jaws, and "wings"(Fins similar to flying fish.) Live near the shores and around rock formations. Attracted to underwater thermal vents and the shallow seas, due to a love of warmth.

    Prisin-Large mammals, which are found in the deserts of Tesern and Arastus. Hippo like, but are not tied to water for survival like them. Makes use of camel like reserves of energy and water binging to survive. Used as food by the nomad Divini of Arastus. Docile, due to few natural predators, besides Divini and the occasional wythern. They have the bodies of hippos, dull tan skin, with heads like that of tapirs or the now extinct Paraceratherium http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paraceratherium. Are found in small herds of ten-15 as that is usually all that can be supported. Stupid and dim, size makes up for lack of everything else. As they have few competitors or predators, they are "numerous" for desert animals. Clustered around the fertile coasts of Arastus' dry continent.

    Real animals are cows, horses, dogs, cats, birds like jays, ravens, crows, falcons.
    Camels, crabs, lobsters, wolves, foxes, bear. Think of the general idea of European fauna at the levels a pseudo-medieval setting which large tracts of untouched land would allow. Same general thing with the flora as I can't think of any real need for "magic" plants.







    The Telian Chronicles
    Long ago when the world was young, there was nothing. The world was but shadow and chaos and formless dust. Out of this came the gods divine who always were and are and shall be. Telia, the God of peace and order were there father and king. His wife Anathea was purity and light. She was queen and goddess of Thyren and Asher fair, and happiness grand. Drascus was Telia’s brother, prince of shadow of, night dark and moon bright. Stilina was the daughter of Telia and Anathea and she was princess of the sky and sea everlasting, the plain and domes of the world. They set in the roof of the world, 100,000 gems, the stars on high. Drascuss’ wife was Eathea and she molded the land out of the sea. Her son was Ryther who crafted from earth and sky all the animals and fashioned the plants. He breathed into them life and gave them form. God of love and beauty he gave these things to all he made. And so the world was given life and purpose. These were the gods 6 and 7th was Nihith that who is all and nothing, who is the space of all and not. These gods were the 7 Divine and they made our world. And in the middle of our land they place the Eternal Shard as a symbol of their promise to their world and its people. Around this, did the first temple to the 7 Divine, the sacred temple of Ilumina, spring upward in dedication to the Divine’s. They forged this city out of divine rock and brazen metal itself and brought all the species of the world together as one.

    This was the First Age. The Immortal Age.

    For 1000 years the gods ruled from Ilumina themselves. The sun shined at day and the moon as bright during the night. They created the Blessed Races, the Sons of the Divines. These were all those creatures that were given Serinas, spirit and soul by their holy parents the Divines themselves. We were given art, and conscious, and culture, and thought. We were the Divini, the Inthri, the Hallen, and the Cryais. We were told to grow, to think and create and build. There was no one of us who claimed rule over the other, nor was war known to the Sons of the Divine. Thyren was eternal and Asher was forever. The world gave freely of its gifts without work or toil. This age knew not pain or hate or misery. Nature willfully bowed to us and cared for us, as a mother there child dear. The Gods on high gave us laws and each man was content to live his life to himself, within the land given to him and by his laws alone. Yet time went by as it does and we changed, as all things do. We looked at the seas with adventure in our heart, the trees and rocks as resources to be taken, obstacles to growth. We begged the Divines for a mere piece, a small shard of their power. We asked to be given the ability to fulfill our true power, our full potential. And so with reluctance and hesitance the Divines took the Aether, the source of the Eternal Shard and the source of the Sons life and imbued in them a fraction of their power. We were given magic the holy Aether, the power of the Divine and the ability to bend the world to our whims. We celebrated at our newest gift, our finest gift.

    The Immortal Age ended.


    At first we rejoiced. We used our power to glorify Ilumina and tame the wilds of the Castli plains, the Tesern desert, the Northern Wastes and the other wilds of our world. We grew and prospered, under the just and fair rule of the Immortal Empire. Yet as time went on this peace fractured and cracked like glass. The Sons of the Divines turned upon one another in greed and hate. Distrust and rivalries between kingdoms and city-state boiled into war. Warlord and conqueror rose, promising that there vision, there dream would guide us through the shadow of the future. The lords of the Empire, the Lithins they who made up the first Grand Council bickered over each minor duchy and scrap of land. This was the Age of a Thousand Kings and brought onto our world a suffering which it had never known before. And may it never know so again. 1000 years, a 1000 years when a man’s life was but a soldier’s pain. The plains and fields burned and set the sky as black as night.

    We asked ourselves, “Why would the Divines do such a thing? Why would they abandon their dearest creations? The wise men and priests of our temples and faiths gathered together to find out why the Divine were silent, why they heeded not our cries. In desperation they tore the mind of their leader away from the plane of existence so that he might talk to and communicate with the Divine on their plane, in their land. For 70 days and 70 nights they sat in vigil within the Temple of Ilumina in a silent fasting. On the 70th day, on the Day of Eternal Light, in the middle of Creen longest of the seasons, he spoke. “Thou wished for freedom. Thou prayed for choice. This is the fruit of thy creation. This is our gift to you, our Children.” This was 2000 years ago. This was the beginning of the third age. That of Reconciliation. –Excerpt from “A History of Our World”, Written by Alsius Acri


    Chapter 1: Worlds End

    The biting cold of the Rzevorian wind tore easily through the thin brown cloak of the hunched figure in the moonlight. The boy, as that what he was yet to reach his Telian blessing, sighed in easily apparent boredom as he waited for the object of his desire. A deer was near here, he was sure as the tracks, now covered, were fresh when he came across them, 3 minutes ago. He watched, starring at the grove of barren trees some holding between their roots the only food easily found by deer for miles, tubers and roots. He hoped. He readjusted his position, hoping to bring some sparks of heat into his frozen and aching body. He had been here longer than he might wish to admit and to have wasted his energy and time for nothing would be a humiliating way to return to Zith. He muttered a Rzevorian curse under his breath and trained his eyes back to the grove in front of him. The branches were beginning to bend in a distinctively unnatural way, one only possible as a sign of a fairly large animal. He hoped that it was a deer and not one of the larger and more disagreeable of the Northern Wastes creatures. There were horror stories of lone hunters never returning from there expedition and fading away as simply another warning memory of the Wastes dangers. He, putting such thoughts aside pulled back his bow.


    “The arrow screams a silent screech and leaves a broken note.” The Song of Selth, Anonymous


    A quick slash with a short knife breaks the last presence of life within the beast as its holy aether leaves its body. He sighed at the task ahead. Wrapping the body in a tattered sackcloth he let out a grunt, as he heaved the broken body over his shoulder. He turned his eyes, a dull brown color, towards the dim lanterns of his village, Zith. With a final collection of determination he shouldered on.

    The lanterns of Zith swayed slightly as the winds echoed there melancholic song across the deserted village. It was a “White Night” a day in which the storms of the Northern Waste completely covered out the light of the Divines. Almost everyone stayed indoors at these times. Hunters were one exception. It was this house, with its sole lantern which was the home of the lone hunter, a man of the name of Marus Italus, son of Julii and Prisithia Italus the third-generation descendants of Imperial outcast. A common way to punish dissenters and those of differing political viewpoints within the mainland’s Empire. Political asylum was a rare offer in Telia and Marus’ grandfather was quick to accept. He had placed himself into the community with his “exotic” wiles and charm. His father had pressed down the merchant venture of his, and for the isolated town of Zith a merchant was the unofficial town leader, a position of prestige given to an integral member of these isolated villages.

    Disturbing the monotone sound of screeching wind, came through the snow covered landscape a hunched and seemingly crippled figure, if it’s shuffling walk was any clue. The figure straightened up, surveyed the village ahead of it, and headed towards the relatively large and luxurious house of his father. He sighed at the doorstep and rapped his knuckles against the door of Mrvrean wood. A shuffling sound could be heard and then the click of latches. The door creaked open, a lantern’s sickly light being cast out through the space between door and frame. The shadowed figure within smiled as the flame illuminated his face and beckoned him within the house’s interior. He slipped in and the door slammed shut, creating a barrier between the warm rooms within and the screeching winds of the frozen waste outside.

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    The insides of the house began to appear before his eyes as the gilded lantern in his mother’s hands spread across the room. Made of the same Mrvrean wood as the door, the walls were decorated with several small paintings and charms. He casts his eyes towards a family portrait taken while on a vacation, having them pass over the small amulets of the Divines affixed in particular position around the painting an arrangement which invoked there blessing on his family. The walls were a warm brown, distinctive of the tree the wood had once been. The furniture around was simple, yet attractive. The sloping styles of the Destherian bay carpenters, world famous, cast elongated and stretched shadows upon the walls of the house.

    He turned his eyes to see his father, hunched over the chair near the fire. His father was a small and thin man and had always stood out amid the men of the village. Their hair was more often than not black, there build strong and muscular. His father had more of a dull brown hair color with a slight and even fragile build, reminiscent of himself. His father stood up, letting his cloak fall to his feet and rushed forward to embrace me. His arms wrapped around me I was only further reminded of our families’ small frame and build, at least in comparison to the more burly and built bodies of the Rzevorians.
    “So how is our master hunter, eh?” I shrugged off his remark. I was no horrible outdoorsman, I could survive in the wilds, yet I was far more comfortable talking to my father’s associates and dealing with trading issues. I was a true Imperial, my father said a bureaucrat at heart one who would be at home in one of the many offices of the Empires large and to an extent burdensome bureaucracy and cabinet. My father certainly was. He had always been a quiet man, something of a wisp as a child. Slight and always wearing clothes which draped over him like an oversized dress or cloak, a ghost especially with his pale complexion. He was always thinking and analyzing things however as a teenager making comment about the legends of the local bard and the latest political events and dealings of the mainland. Marus’ grandfather a man of the name of Selthi had even had ambitions of sending his son to one of the Empire’s many prestigious and ancient colleges, but had decided that his place was home here in Rzevor. So his father grew up here, like he did.

    I had never been one to complain, but when my father and mother continued to pass glances at each other before looking at me, I did have a slight feeling of discomfort or at least puzzlement. As my mother prepared the deer my father and I sat at the table. We talked, our favorite past time. In a small village like ours, it was often of local dealings and life. The town had its own small aristocracy and with my father as the informal head of it, he often was keen to hear the latest gossip of whose wife was cheating with the young errand boy or exactly how much Mr.Yilker owed the gambling hall down the way. Perhaps not the most glamorous of news, but something to discuss, to whittle away the long hours of the night. When mother joined us, dinner commenced and for a while only the clink of glasses and silverware served to create the noise within the house.
    “So how goest thy trading father?” I began in an attempt to strike up conversation. Juli sighed and swished the burgundy-colored wine within his cup for a moment before responding. “Thou knows as well as I do son. The trading companies just keep asking for more and more money to do their jobs. The dangers to their fleets are too high for any less. Even the Imperial Trading Company is asking for more return by risk. If the Imperial navy could just secure the trade routes from pirates things would be fine. But the Empire is always somewhere new, always fighting some other battle.”

    “What about the Northern Trading Guild?” I asked slyly. I grinned, because I knew all too well how my father would respond. The Northern Trading Guild was a free association between several trading companies and traders in Rzevor. It was founded to facilitate trading with the Empire and as a way to give these companies voice in Rzevorian politics. More often than not, the Guild simply bickered over “special zones of influence” and the correct measurements of dry goods in cargo ships. My father a prominent member of the Northern Guild knew all too well its inefficiency and bureaucracy. It became a common sight to see him trudging home in the snow, cursing out the other members as he made his way.
    “That Guild is simply more trouble than it’s worth. I’m sure that it just makes us traders look like bickering idiots to the government.” I smiled at the familiar disgust and annoyance of which he spoke of the Guild. Just like my father. He sighed and turned his eyes towards my mother’s again, and after sharing a quiet nod between them he coughed and began to speak.

    “Son I’ve been wondering have thou ever wanted to travel?” Travel? I was startled at the abrupt change to the conversation at first, but answered quickly. “Well sometimes. I’ve always wanted to see the island a bit more. Zith can be a bit dull at times thou knows. It would be nice to see the other towns.” My father laughed, shortly, at this. “I was thinking of something a bit more exotic then just out of Zith. There are other lands beyond ours son. The Divines made Telia a large and diverse land. One I would want thou to see.” At this he stood up and walked away from the table, heading upstairs. We heard him opening my parents’ door, and then shuffling sounds. He returned holding a packet of papers wrapped in brown twine. Handing it to me, I carefully turned them over in my hand before seeing the embossed symbol on the front. A golden diamond, elongated to fill the entire front page. Intertwined around the diamond was Imperial script, elongated and flowing, easily recognizable with its unneeded attention to detail and flourishes.

    “The Empire prevails eternally. Hail to Emperor Celthorian IV. Glory to the Seven Divine.”
    The Imperial motto and oath was instantly recognizable, growing up reading history books about the Empire and hearing the word of the Desther every holy day and festival. The rest of the paper simply explained the use and advantages granted towards holders of this Imperial passport. These papers were an important symbol and held to quite a high regard, where those rich enough to afford the 100 Imperial rethens which the passport cost. And they were mine. These papers gave me the right to enter any of the 15 Imperial provinces and if my knowledge of the diplomatic relations of the Empire were up to date, so too did it give me the right to enter the Seven and One along with N’rithia. But why?

    “Father. Mother. What is this for?” “Opportunity”, my father began. “I know how thou are not a merchant like me. I know how you are still wondering what you want to do with your life. And I don’t think you’ll find it here trapped on Rzevor. But there’s a bigger world out there. One that I want you to have a place in. And this can give you it. Imperial’s have a chance in the world. The Empire has wealth, has power. It’s a promised land. And I want you to have something. And I think this can help you.”

    I stared at the parchment now lying quietly in my hand. I knew my father’s words did have truth. Rzevorians simply sat and watched the world go by. There was no change here, no progress or growth. Merely ice and wind. Nothing more and nothing less. But the Empire? That was a world away. A land which was completely alien to him. Who was he? A simple country boy, the son of a Rzevorian minor noble in a small town on the empty shore of Rzevor. He would not be the first to say that he could survive in the wider world. He wasn’t the most…how his father would say “worldly” person would. He was often told that he was sharp, but as a hands-on, “out there in the world” lifestyle? No. He had never been. But, what other choices did he have? He had never taken to his father’s interest in the mercantile industry and he was not adept at hunting, the only other real job available to men in Rzevor. This passport, a chance to make something of himself on the “Mainland” as some affectionately called it. It was a chance to become something more. And leave all he had behind.

    True he did not exactly love his life here. He remembered the hundreds of times, when he would sneak out of the house to hunt or simply explore the woods to the North. He was always caught and promptly punished, yet this did not stop him. When the other children were gossiping and talking of their friends, he would be eagerly interviewing every foreigner and trader who came to town. As a merchant’s son he was of the privileged few who were allowed to attend the local college and not have to simply take on an apprenticeship when he became a teenager. He would sit for hours reading every book of history and poring over the few maps which the teacher had acquired through bartering with the luxury ships which came every year.

    Through this he came to have a love for the “exotic” as the neighbors would say. The people, place’s, languages’ and history of Telia and the world around him were fascinating. The ancient legends and myths which so many considered old stories were so much more to me. This had fostered a love of travel or at least a wish or desire to travel. And this was a chance to have that. I would take it. Rzevor was simply an empty island, one of snow and ice cold and unchanging. I would never fit in here, for…many reasons. The Mainland promised a future and as the old saying went “Seize the future and thou need no else.”


    Chapter 2: The Thousand Shards

    The sky’s bright sun slid slowly out from the low lying white haze, which blanketed the city of Zith. Quietly it crawled, chipping away at the shadows and shades of the night, as they retreated further into the cracks and nooks of the cities’ buildings. Assaulting the white-washed walls of a large inn by the seas shore the light traversed the walls and climbed slowing up there surface, before spilling out in radiance into the open windows of the inns rooms.
    I woke slowly, at first simply staring at the wall in front of me. As the time passed I began to hear the shuffle of feet and the moving of carts. The city was coming alive. Zith was in a formality the capital of our nation Rzevor. Rzevor was an 800 year old principality, founded when Alfres the Great united the 27 tribes of the Northern Wastes as one nation and brought the isolated Shards into communion with the world. It was his legacy which had been inherited by Rzevor and this city was its primmest example. Zith had been founded as the capital of the island 3 years after the islands unification by Prince Alfres Yalur I, the Great. Built with the hardy oak of the island and made to be a harbor and the island’s gem. I had grown up here and knew every hidden spot and secret place in the city. Growing up I thought it was the center of the world and for Rzevorians it was. The city was modest when compared with the decadent cities of the Empire I had read about, but to Rzevor it was the gem of our island.

    After a quick breakfast and handing over the 20 rethens owed to the inn’s owners I stood in the Norster district of Zith. The district was a seedy one, but it was also the port of the town and the economic lifeblood of the city. The larger ships of trading companies stood off to the northern section, flying the symbols of various trading houses and guilds. I recognized my father’s, Italus Trading Company. I smiled at the familiar flag, the symbol of our family an inverted I within a scarlet compass. It flew on one of the larger ships, as cargo ships go with their large holds. Our ship had already been pointed out to me earlier. The “Resplendent Dawn” a sleek cruising vessel which flew the Imperial colors. It stood docked at the end of the pier, largely imposing compared to those smaller fishing and trading sloops which made up the fishing fleets and commercial vessels of Zith.

    Our ship stood at the end of the dock, made to hold large amounts of people. As my class demanded it was one of the higher end types of these ships. The Resplendent Dawn had been made with class and luxury in line, made to ferry the richer lords and minor nobles of Rzevor and the Empire between the two nations. Our countries had a long history, sparked by the ever growing need of Rzevorian fishing fleets for new catches. 10 years after our nations discovered each other’s existence the treaty solidifying our relations was signed. The Concordat of Zith, signed within Rzevor’s gem, between the current Prince Wilth Yalur gave the Principality the position of “Friend Eternal” and the dissolution of any and all restrictions upon free trade between the states. It was with the protection and assurance that this treaty provided, that we would now sail through Imperial waters under the watchful eye of the Lanthian Imperial navy.

    Around our ship itself the bustle of dock work was replaced with a vibe more of tourism. These were Imperial citizens, hoping to have a relaxing vacation in the peaceful north of Rzevor. My father had arranged for an amount of goods to accompany me, and they were already stowed aboard. I waited near the ship waiting for the last thing needed before boarding. My companion.
    I had asked my father that I be allowed to travel to the Empire alone. I was an adult, yet he insisted on treating me as a young teenager with too much time and money on their hands. As a “precaution” my father had asked Kresor Hilr an elderly bachelor who had made some lucky money through gambling and, with investing, turned it into a fortune which was more than enough to be the richest man in Zith, besides my father. “Sir Hilr” as he liked to be addressed though I knew of no noble blood in him, was an old, balding and unapologetically fat man. He was a glutton and a drinker. He cared too much about his appearance to be a slob, but I’m sure he would have been one had self-image and pride allowed so.

    His father was a “true blood” a family who could trace lineage from the very beginning of a united Rzevor. The Hilr family had apparently been the children of a minor lieutenant of Prince Alfres I and the original Sir Hilr made sure his descendants would be well off for the rest of their lives. The first few generations had continued to serve within the armies of the Yalur royal house, but sometime before Kresor’s grandfather’s time they had come under hard times. Sir Kresor had restored the family to its “glory” though the brothers who made up the rest of the house were constantly chided for holding position through a drunkard’s gambling money. This was little concern to Sir Hilr, who saw money as money. He was known to be a joker, a better yet he had an uncanny bid for it and most always one. No one though he cheated, not because they thought he was above it, but was simply too lazy to go through the preparations needed to cheat. He was a talker, even more so when he drunk and a gossip who unlike my father had no ideal of decency. Each and every person’s personal life and every detail of it was fair game and more likely than not, if you didn’t want to hear it, by the end of the conversation you would.

    This was the man who now accompanied me as we journeyed towards the ship. He had been convinced to come, if we promised to stop at each and every gambling house and beer hall we came along the way. He had spent our entire time in Zith at the inn, the Gold Star, drinking and talking of his many adventures which ranged from sexual exploits to grand drinking games (Which he would always “easily dominate” or “narrowly triumph.”), and the glory days of his hunting youth, when he could take a brown bear head on with a knife of wood alone. This last one may have had some truth in it. My father had once had a passing fancy with hunting and had gone on several excursions with Kresor. He recalled how Kresor would simply go walking through the woods looking for anything to take down, and doing so with but a small knife. This did not do wonders for his bodily appearance, if my father’s description was true to life.
    He had been a decent companion however. He would tell me of what he knew about the places we had traveled though (Several small villages along the coast.) and what he did know of the mainland and its Empire (Rich people, large cities, and a government which turned a blind eye to the moral excesses of those who strayed from the Divine’s path of salvation.) He had traveled to an extent in his life; having told of a yearlong “vacation” in a ruff land north of ours called Nastus a minor state on the periphery of the world’s eyes. As always there was a hint of embellishment. Several stories, such of his claim of the Imperial army numbering as many as 10 million soldiers or the tales of a race of “shape shifting spirit vampires” living in a place named N’rithia were certainly the tall tales of an old man trying to impress a young kid. Ha! How gullible does he thinks me? I knew the Empire was large but an army of more than a million men? Where would the space to keep them all be! They would have to be living in square boxes stacked one on the other. And vampires? Does he think me a child, scared by every shadow and strange shape at night?

    Other stories of his were more easily taken. His tales of a vast forest named Vefrey painted a picture of a vast continent of unending land though apparently even land ended in Telium. Riches too were abundant as well, and he told of the Immortal Emperor, a position currently held by Celthorian IV, one in a long list of emperors, Celthorian being the 476th if his tales of the Empires history was true. He went on about the “Immortal Empire” whose name I had heard for years as the glorious protector and friend of the nations around it, but Hilr painted a picture of a far more authoritarian one which knew peace and prosperity within the heartland of Castli or Accrinia yet had war, plagues, and famine on its borders extensive as they were. He told me of the famous Ever-Lasting Imperial Army as its lofty title was which brought prosperity to its trade routes, peace to its borders, and power to the intricate system of aristocracy and nobility of the 72 Lithins and the Grand Council of the Empire.

    All of it seemed very extravagant and needless and as I watched the darkened night of the sea outside I wondered what type of people could be so decadent and self-indulgent. His other tales did no better for my impression of the Mainland. I wondered exactly what was it that made my father think that my going to find my “fortunes” on the mainland would be like. Was our home in Rzevor that desolate a place? I let my mind drift to my home and what I had left behind, if it was really worth anything. I had never been a social person. I never knew why. I kept to myself and interacted when pressured, yet never for its pleasure. As a boy while all the others were playing hunter and fighter, I was running errands with my parents or reading the old fables. When I did interact with children my age it was always with a sense of…being different. Somehow I was not the same as them. They could tell and so could I. Despite all this I did have friends.

    I and three other boys made up our little group. Ryock, Elsker, and Havald were the boys I remembered from my childhood. Ryock of the Grasstenburg family was a square set and simple man. He was quiet to and pondered over problems for far longer than we thought right, or at least timely. He was clever in a way, not quick, but clever. He was always finding ways to distract the fruit and treat merchants so we could come in snatch several pieces of merchandise and leave without them knowing any better. This would get us in trouble yes, but only if we were dumb enough to stay near the merchant’s stand after we had stolen the goods. Of course if we were stupid enough to do that, then maybe we deserved to get caught and punished. Ryock would usually not let that happen and to this day I think the local fruit merchant, a thin and nervous man by the name of Yurgil, still believed giant rats of a vicious and antagonistic nature were living in subterranean tunnels that spread the entire island over.

    Ryock was often the voice of reason in fact and would be the one to tell us when we were doing something “too stupid” if you could believe that. An idea several of us entertained every year was to bath in the small creek near the town during the middle of Hasus and see just how long all of us could survive in there. Of course Ryock would often point out the simple fact that if we did, we would certainly catch frostbite and lose several appendages we would like to keep was enough to discourage us. Elsker was Ryock’s exact opposite. He was quick, fast, and always moving. He had been born with an illness called Pilh, which caused him to be “selective” in his hearing and the attention he paid to our elders to put it lightly. It was Elsker’s opinion that if something could be done and it didn’t necessarily hurt anyone, then why not? This defined him as a prankster and a trickster who was always quick to hide away and evidence of his misdeeds and tricks. He was a liar as well who would thread stories and tall tales as well as Hilr, but often to quicker benefit. He would always buy trinkets with the promise that the next person in was a friend who would be “all too happy” to pay for his purchase. Needless to say he did not get away with this long before he was banned from purchasing a thing in nearly every inn, tavern, and shop of Zith. He was the village’s local heartthrob as he grew up a regular Adonia, the name of a famous romancer in old fables of Rzevor and our neighboring island Nastis. Every daughter of Zith was open prey and though some of the more respectable ladies liked to think themselves above the charms and wiles of Elsker they would soon find that belief wrong.

    Elsker was more built than me, yet less than Ryock. Ryock embodied the typical Rzevorian man short to an extent, stocky, with bushy black hair as dark as night. Elsker had hair of a fairer brownish black and though not as muscular as Ryock, his were more concentrated around his chest. I and Havald were the thinner and weaker of our group of four. We shared the same medium brown eyes, yet differed in all else. Havald was the outdoorsman of all of us. He was a hunter as young as 9 and would spend the most time of all of us outside. He was quiet, even more so than me yet when he got on a subject he enjoyed or knew much about he would go on for hours about it, much to our chagrin. He was a talker and a gossip like my father, which was one of the few times he engaged in social activities outside of friends and families. Yet at feasts and celebrations he was its center and he enjoyed the energy of activities of the like far more than the rest of us. His father was a banker and instilled in him a love of study and beside me was the best at the local tutors’ classes of the upper and middle class boys, with some girl of the other noble families mixed in. He was also outspoken, when he wanted to be and often voiced his opinion irrespective of the commonly accepted opinion of our community. In a small town, this traveled fast and he was seen as an agitator or troublemaker of a different, though considered by some, far more insidious sort than Elsker. He was also not as smooth a talker and would often anger people to the point of beatings, especially from elders who felt his question were a personal disrespect to their honor and place as our betters. I would often have to get him out of these situations as in truth my family had the most influence of our small group or “gang” as certain shopkeepers who had caught onto our tricks found out. We did not have, in any way any sort of leader though. I could have been considered ours if we actually cared enough about it.

    I had seen the others only a week before leaving. Before that we had drifted apart to a great extent and the meeting was in way our “reunion.” We met in the local inn and tavern, the same that I and Hilr were now leaving. Ryock had become a hunter full time and was more of a gruff and harsh man. He was quiet as he had always been and his eyes had a new tired and “far-off” look then what they had once been. He still smiled when he first saw us and a twinkle was in his eye that reminded me of the energy we had once had, exploring and cavorting through the woods and back roads of Rzevor. It was one I had not seen ever since his father died when he had just reached the precipice of manhood, which cast him into a dark depression which he had but recently came out of. Havald was something of a “jasthulr” a gentleman who carried himself with a new air of respect and distinction that we immediately took to joking and mocking about. He took the jests with the respect and formality a jasthulr is known for which helped to only aid fuel to our fire. In truth I was proud of him. Of all of us he was the one who had dedicated himself to the work and toil of a man keen to improve on his lot in life. He had studied for a year abroad in the college of Zith and came back with a new edge on his already sharp mind. The jasthulr personality and air was undoubtedly gained from living with and socializing with the class of college students, most sons of rich nobles or trading merchants raised in the luxury of Rzevorian upper class society. This had given him as we called it, “airs” and an attitude bordering on the beginnings of snobbery. He had also become a gossip and socialite as great as my father and after his year of absence he spent his first few hours back catching up on the social relationships and world of our little town.

    And as for Elsker? Elsker had become a womanizer, a drunkard, and a glutton. He had always been the one of us most attracted to the vices and wrongdoings of a corrupt lifestyle. He had been an eater since a child, put the effort which he could have easily given to honest work and chores, into his ability to stay hidden whenever work called, which gained him the nickname “ghost”. It was perhaps not a surprise that after years of being a petty liar and thief, he would turn into something worse. He spent his rithins on the local prostitutes and whores while opening his purse strings as liberal a man could be in the affairs of money and wealth. It was not our place to question how our, now adult friend, spent his life and more easily noticed, his money. Yet we did worry. I would find him drunk and penniless many a night, in the alleys and darkened pathways of Zith’s seedy Yalth district. The place was a den of iniquity and was certainly no place for anyone of a respectable position in a community. Elsker was rapidly losing this however.

    When we met, he had surprisingly made a half-hearted attempt to clean up and look presentable to his old child friends during our meeting a week ago. His clothes were clean in fact and he did not reek of the cheap and watery alcohol, for which he had developed a passion, or more appropriately an obsession. He had an energy and spirit, which was quite easily seen to be shown through his own accord and personality and not the false fire given through alcohols’ rigorous consumption. This was the side of him which we had not seen for years and I had a sense of pride for my friend and his self-discipline. That night we reminisced of old times, our adventures in the wilderness as young children long before manhood, our school days at the local tutors house, which created more memories of practical jokes and long conversations’ of gossip and the beginnings of our infatuations with the fairer sex of the Rzevorian Principality. We naturally stacked our different “conquests” of the past. I had surprisingly grown up to have a way with women, something of being mysterious and silent one which incited the curiosity and wonder of women. With some remarks from Elsker about the “ways of courtship” I became more in tune to the workings of women and soon joined an informal club which we had. Elsker had started the club and was its most proficient and well versed member, if one is able to understand the connotations. Most people did.

    This…”proficiency” of Elsker’s did little to help his social standing within Rzevor and our town of Zith. He became an embarrassment to his family an ancient noble clan known as the Urils. His father had threatened disownment several times and for our society this was the highest order of insult and shame. Elsker’s alcohol drowned all of this away however. It quickly became an answer for every problem he faced. His inheritance of several thousand rithins began to quickly slip away into the bags and purses of the local brothel, inn, and bar owners. This would cause us to inadvertently run up tabs with the local breweries, as we so very often began to cover for his mistakes and debts. Yet every conversation with him during his sober hours about the need for a break of his dependency was useless. He simply was something of a lost cause almost and every day he was more haggard, thin, and tired. He was slowly dying that was clear and we could do nothing.


    This dark path of his were what made me surprised at his clean and ordered appearance at the inn a week ago.
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    That is one big ass story I look forward to reading this tomorrow hehe some rep in the meantime!

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    Ha, a lot of it is just notes,you know "world-building." But thanks have a rep+ in return.
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    A rough draft map of my fantasy world. It's not sleek or clean,but it should give you an idea of this world of mine.




    The darker black lines done in paint represent the Empire's internal provincial borders. The R'yen river serves as a natural provincial border.
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    You expect me to read all that

    I'll get reading then rep when I get back

    The map looks really good as well



    Read it!

    It was really good. The beginning bit was very helpful, and alongside the map I felt I had everything I need to understand where everything was, and what had been happening etc. - which is brilliant

    The story itself is great, and has big potential I'm sensing Tolkein mixed with Paolini? Am I close?

    One thing I'd like to point out. Your use of dialogue is good, and not overly used, but a few times I found it difficult to follow e.g.
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    “Son I’ve been wondering have you ever wanted to travel?” Travel? I was startled at the abrupt change to the conversation at first, but answered quickly. “Well sometimes. I’ve always wanted to see the island a bit more. Zith can be a bit dull at times you know. It would be nice to see the other towns.” My father laughed, shortly, at this. “I was thinking of something a bit more exotic then just out of Zith. There are other lands beyond ours son. The Divines made Telia a large and diverse land. One I would want you to see.” At this he stood up and walked away from the table, heading upstairs.

    I, personally, think (for me anway) it would be easier to read if it went something like this:
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    “Son I’ve been wondering have you ever wanted to travel?”

    Travel? I was startled at the abrupt change to the conversation at first, but answered quickly. “Well sometimes. I’ve always wanted to see the island a bit more. Zith can be a bit dull at times you know. It would be nice to see the other towns.”

    My father laughed, shortly, at this. “I was thinking of something a bit more exotic then just out of Zith. There are other lands beyond ours son. The Divines made Telia a large and diverse land. One I would want you to see.” At this he stood up and walked away from the table, heading upstairs.

    It's just a minor thing, but for me it would finish it off nicely

    I'm looking forward to the next chapter(s), and I can see you've put a lot of work into it. Keep it up!

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    Thank you to everyone who's read or commented on this story along with everyone who repped me. Thank you so much and know that I will try to post about 1000 words a day. And yes that is the amount I average daily. As Telia is still being constructed and made in my mind,expect to see more lore and background knowledge. Thank you all very much and any and all criticism and observations is appreciated and loved. The influences for this story are correct as most of you have guessed. The Inheritance Cycle,Game of Thrones,Lord of the Rings,European fairy tales and legends,and a pseudo-medieval setting. P.S. Anyone who gets the reference of the names of the Changelings sister cities(Chrysanith and Chrysalis) get's a rep+!
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    Here's a little paragraph about how magic works in my world. Magic comes from "Aether" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aether_(classical_element) which in effect is life itself. It gives everything motion,life,breath,energy. It is found within everything and is in a way D.N.A. and atoms in one. It is quite literally an "ambrosia" a divine element made by and coming from,the gods themselves. Everything in the world has Aether. Water and air is Aether in it's purest form. All living things also have Aether and it is from this that magic comes. Aether allows magic to be performed. I toyed with the idea of wands,but quickly discarded it for the simpler alternative of magic working like "the Force" in a way. No words or spells are needed,the results must simply be imagined and thought of by the user and they happen. This in effect means that Aether has near-limitless power. However magic is powered in my world by emotions,thoughts,and feelings. The magic of one who is at peace with life is smooth,gentle,graceful. A person who is excitable,jumpy,spontaneous,or energetic has a magic which is erratic,unpredictable, and not completely under control. Someone who is powered by bitterness,greed,envy has a sickly magic which is sly,tricky,hard to spot and quick. This means that a happy person will be able to use there magic to help plants grow,heal sicknesses,and comfort others quite easily,but will find it less effective as a means of fighting. Emotions and mental strength power magic. Someone who has great resolve,ambition,or is simply passionate or emotional to a great extent will find it easy. People who are dull,who have little enthusiasm or ambition in or for life,will have a weak petty magic or more likely none at all. To an extent there is an innate ability,gained from those who's ancestors had purer aether in there blood and veins. Magic ability can be unlocked by anyone at anytime,and magic is common enough for the Immortal Empire to have an "Illumis Legion" made completely out of aether users,yet still rare enough to be considered unique. And there are no wands! That was completely stupid in Harry Potter. "Yeah let's make a magical world,where you can only use magic when your holding a stick."
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    So it's kind of the like the force, but what it does is reflected by the uses intentions?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Shankbot12 View Post
    So it's kind of the like the force, but what it does is reflected by the uses intentions?
    I'm sorry may you rephrase this?
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    Sure Reading back it doesn't really make sense

    Is the 'magic' basically like the force, but what how the magic 'acts' is based on the users intentions?

    Is that better, sorry for bad phrasing

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    Yes. If you want your magic to hurt someone it will. All magic is powered by emotions. Hate will allow you to hurt others. Love will allow you to heal others. Magic acts that are "neutral",i.e. moving a tree trunk out of the way or lifting a pot are simply powered by visualization and mental will.
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    The Immortal Empire


    Anthem: Desthey Ether Celthoria(All hail Emperor Celthorian) Anthem changes with ruler's name

    Capital(And Largest City): Ilumina population:1,670,533

    Official Language: Divini

    Demonym: Imperial, Westerner

    Government:Absolute Theocratic Monarchy

    Immortal Emperor: Celthorian IV

    Grand Lithin: Jasthur Ilis

    Matriarch of the Ilumina Temple: Selene Maria Grace Hel

    Legislature: Un-elected Grand Council of the 72 Lithins,descendants of 72 men who originally served the Divines at the end of the Immortal Age

    Independence:None. Has existed since time immortal and directly established by the 7 Divine

    Area: 10,675,900 square miles

    Population: 22,435,812

    Currency: Imperial gold coins. Higher denomination for purer gold content. Rethen base currency. Thesen,Athern, and finally Ilthen
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    The Seven and One

    Military Alliance between the Immortal Empire(the One) and Seven Divini cities of Enclavi

    The Seven cities are Crenytheria,Jayzus,Marius,Frith,Res,Nishi,and Aras.

    The alliance has no capital though Crenytheria is the largest both in size and in population(955,455)

    Official language:Local dialects of Divini(Crenytherian,Jayzian,Marian,Frithite,Res,Nishin,and Aran)

    Demonyms:Crenytherian,Jayzian,Marian,Frithite,Res,Nishin,and Aran Collectively called "Sveens",Westerner

    Each city issues it's own Rethen,bearing the cities name and the Empire's national symbol

    Population: Crenytheria 955,455
    Jayzus 500,333
    Marius 892,678
    Frith 143,200
    Res 600,674
    Nishi 476,432
    Aras 300,765
    Total 3,869,577

    Together each city provides an armed force of 50,000 which protects each individual city and the alliance as a whole.An additional 10,000 troops are provided as "tribute" to the Imperial military. Combined this is an army of 105,000 or less than 10% of the Seven's population. The alliance was founded in the reign of Empress Eia Prath in the year 455 of the Second Age. The Empire was advancing through what is now the province of Enclavi. Within Enclavi,678 cities of minor Divini lords and princes fought and bickered in endless subterfuge and war. Empress Eia Prath offered all 678 the choice of Imperial protection and alliance. Only 7 cities(The future alliance members.) accepted. All others were absorbed into the Empire. Today the Seven continue to make use of the Empire's protection to live decadent lifestyles,with the Seven having more wealth and higher living standards than entire Imperial provinces. All rulers of the Seven are addressed as Prince or Princess out of respect for the Immortal Emperor or Empress. There governments are all absolute monarchies,in the form of city-state principalities. N'rithia continues to claim Crenytheria as an part of there ancient homeland,driven out generations ago by an unjust treaty. Crenytheria and the Empire ignore this.


    Prince Alesan Thur of Jayzus
    Princess Kelia Quisli of Marius
    Prince Lesur Nesthrian II of Frith
    Princess Hilali III Ols of Res
    Prince Matthe C'ren Nishi of Nishi
    Prince Ail Quis Il of Aras
    The throne of Crenytheria lies vacant after the death of Prince Invisus. Currently his unmarried son Denir C'ren(Cousin of Matthe C'ren of Nishi and also nephew of Emperor Celthorian IV) is in line to rule,which shall not be official until his coronation. To make his coronation even greater it is also the day of his marriage to the lovely Cathenia Ilia off the noble Imperial House of Ilia. Nrithia sends its regards.
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    Again, how much work have you put into this? All the background information and everything.
    It's all really helpful, did you get the idea for the cites from the Nine free cities in A Song of Ice and Fire?

    I'm impressed about how creative you're being, your imagination must be fantastic!

    One thing that I'm getting confused on (don't worry, I get confused easily ) is are the 'Sons of the Divine' the same as Humans, and is 'Divini' just another name for them?

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    Divini are the Sons of the Divines,which are humans. They are the blessed race,being the ones made in the form of the Divine themselves and also being the oldest.
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    Okay thanks

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    Map of the Seven and the Imperial Province of Enclavi


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    He had shown up in clothes which, not only appeared new and well-tailored, but which did not bear the scent of cheap alcohol. This was an improvement from his regular image of being more akin to a homeless beggar than the son of a well-respected Rzevorian nobleman and heir to one of the most respected names of the Principality’s nine century history. I never did figure out why he had suddenly changed, at least not yet as the joy of meeting old friends again and reminiscing about the days of a childhood which was already suddenly disappearing. It still seemed liked yesterday that we were, but fresh faced and clean shaven youths, with little to care about other than our studies and the games, challenges, and battles we encountered on a daily basis mostly against either our parents, boredom, or something boring our parents wanted us to do.



    We talked long into that final night, eventually settling into the old pastime of telling stories which we had always been told to be legends and myths, in an effort to conjure up an image of a world we had seen near nothing of. We went on about the local gossip and tales, once more delving into my father’s favorite pastime of gossip with a tale or two told of the antics of our neighbors. I’m certain the alcohol did little to help still our tongues and if I recall correctly more than one little secret and hidden thing was revealed to the little party which sat around the oaken table near the large and roaring fire, of the inn. By and by, it came time for retirement and it was after a restful night and a hearty breakfast that I bade farewell to my friends. I wonder how they will manage along without me. I hope them the best as I’m sure they hope for me. As you see my little…”adventure” is already set out to be quite interesting.



    We soon meet the other crew and passengers of the Resplendent. The ship’s captain was a man on the precipice of middle-age, Thilo Frew Arthur. Thilo or Mr. Arthur had in fact been a captain of another sort entirely. He had served more than 24 years, as an officer within the Ever-Lasting Imperial Army or as some called it the Everlast Army. He was born in Skili, a bustling metropolis of the second-richest province of the Empire. His father was an upperclassman, a prominent member of the Ilum Tailoring Guild. He had the prominent position of being a recruiter of aether users. The ability to use and influence aether was sought after by many within the Empire. The Imperial military, the Lithins feudal lords, and independent guilds all endeavored to secure the service of the highest number of aether-sensitive’s and future prodigies. Thilo’s father had been one, and had through his own wit and skill rose through the ranks and, as a reward for several ruthless acquisitions within the Skilian trading corner and a partnership with the Skili Merchants Association, doubled the Guild’s profits and secured the position of the Guilds treasurer.
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    The Rest of the World(The "Outlands,i.e. Masrin or the Cursed Lands,the Farthest East or Pelagium,and the Helli islands or Bastil and that beyond the Tesern Desert or Styrianth)


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