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[Swordstar]

 ~~~~RULES~~~~

1. All non-IC stuff is to be posted at the OOC thread. Violators will be stabbed.

2. Post formatting mandatory. As such:
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Players' actions -> GM resolves -> Player's actions -> GM resolves ... until all player actions have been posted -> GM posts Enemy/Ally Phase and new turn map -> Start again
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4. Don't post until your character is properly introduced!

5. Be active if you can! I don't care if you don't want to RP, but try to post your action within a reasonable time. If you have to be warned several times your character may be automoved or put in the away list.
If you can't post for personal reasons, try to warn the rest in the OOC thread. Delegating actions to other people is also allowed.

[Swordstar]

A series of worlds connected via magical Gates

The memories of a long forgotten tragedy begin to surface

And on Hub, 9 strangers are forced into a meeting...

Hub. The central world of all Tardore, little more than a barren wasteland except for the large sprawling city that marks the heart of Tardore. The largest attraction of the city is the large magical Academy which takes up almost 75% of the city. This thriving center of learning boasts thousands of students and teachers and supply the large majority of the mages in Tardore. While other worlds have native mages that follow their own style, the most widely accepted style and teachings are from Hub.

The next largest part of the city is the residental areas, taking up about another 15% of the city. These areas are boisterous and lively, but are otherwise a fairly normal neighborhood. The rest of the city is made up of markets and shops, creating weapons and tomes, as well as medicine and the like. And this is where the focus of the city can be found. In the marketplace, there is a plaza with the 5 remaining magical gates that lead to other worlds.  Magical guards from the Academy watch this area, allowing people through freely, but still keeping the Gates safe. Few remember why this practice began, but it is never forsaken.

A slim figure sits on the side of a small decorative fountain near the gates, watching those traveling in and out, looking for an opportunity to join a group heading out into the unknown. Other figures are wandering around the central plaza, browsing shops, watching crowds, and who knows what else. And a heavily cloaked, red headed man steps through one of the Gates.

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[Sirus]

Lukas Thermopylae sat on the same fountain, though this was pure coincidence and he took no special notice of the slim figure. His attention was taken up solely by the Gates. Not the people moving through them or around them, but the Gates themselves. They were marvelous.

[Blade Master Model 42]

Burhardt emerged on the Hub-side of the gate, and immediately began brushing snow off of his body. Dull, muffled clanking could be heard if you were standing close, but the noise was further obscured by the constant murmur of the marketplace. Burhardt put down heavy footfalls as he began to make his way away from the gates, leaving a melting trail of snow behind him. As he walked, he reached up with his left hand and pulled away the hood that had kept his hair mercifully dry.

"I always forget how cold it is in Tangur before I actually go there." The mage shuddered slightly, causing another faint series of clanking.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Tiorneskal was also emerging from the gate to Ssistyl at the same time Burhardt was arriving from Tangur, and looked around with great interest. His talons clicked quietly as he took a few steps around, his feathers rustling slightly in the wind as he attempted to take in the sheer strangeness of the human city around him. And so many humans, too!

"So this is where they all come from. Amazing!"

The harpy stopped and stared at the fountain.

I wonder how they have tamed a waterfall so, that it stays in such a small place like this.

His attention next wandered to the magical academy looming over the rest of the city.

Almost as large as our aerie! But it doesn't look natural, or like those houses they build back home.

[Twinwolf]

Luna Veridium, a Pupil of the Mage Academy, was in the plaza to take advantage of the time off. This was a rare day she didn't have any classes. Of course, she had research duties, but she'd given them their due diligence and now it was just time to relax.

She never had much money, when she went to the stalls - but still more than she once did. She was at one of these street-shops, speaking with a kindly old man about one item in particular that she was sure one of her younger siblings would just love. When she turned from the shopkeep, towards the gate, a somewhat peculiar outfit grabbed her eye - armored robes? More practical than the normal robes most mages loved so much. She knew a guy with armored robes, but he'd left two years ago. Still, she looked on, and when the man withdrew his hood she was surprised - so it was him!

Luna walked over, carrying the small bag with the gift with her, to make sure.

"Burhardt? That you?"

[Blade Master Model 42]

Burhardt kept walking, but turned his head. He stopped midstep though when he recognized one of his friends from back in the day.

"Luna? Yeah, it's me." Burhardt turned, and closed the distance to Luna, pulling her into a hug. He released her soon after, then looked her up and down. "...Did you get taller, or are you just doing something different with your hair?"

[Twinwolf]

"It's the hairband. Trying to make it look like I actually make an effort there." she responds, stepping back from the hug. "You're looking well. How have you been, since leaving the academy?" she leans around him, to glance at the melting trail. "Other than cold."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Branwen ap Pwyll, Raven of the Donnar De, shaman who knew the tracks the masses of the world left in their wake, knew many things. She could treat wounds, fight man and beast alike, tame animals, make horrendous poisons and miraculous cures alike, most of this being knowledge passed down from Pwyll ap Lleu, her father and the Boar of the Donnar De, the shaman before her.

She was no fool. Nothing really surprised her anymore. Jaiep was a land of many surprises; ironically, that meant none of them had such an effect on her anymore.

However, she didn't quite expect the world beyond the Gates to be like this. The Donnar De, as a rule, had no houses like a few of the tribes she'd met in their comings and goings; they lived in tents, pitched where the tribe stayed and lifted with the moving of the world's masses. Here, there were houses towering above trees, made of stone and metal. There couldn't have been more than a hundred people among the Donnar De, maybe a thousand among the tribes they regularly had contact with, but here thousands upon thousands walked and lived all in one place.

She was a grown woman, true, and she'd long since outgrown the age when she was naive enough to wonder at everything small and large. Still, Branwen would be lying if she said she wasn't a little fascinated by the world that lay beyond the forests and seas of Jaiep.
"To think this is how the Hub-men build their cities to hold so many. I've never seen so many people...."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Burhardt put his hands on his hips. "Oh, y'know, field research. Trying to learn stuff about the gates. Trying to work stuff from unexplored magical theory." Burhardt moved one of his hands back and pulled out a... Tome sure was a word. But it was clearly made by hand by someone not practiced in the craft. "Actually finally worked out the kinks with one. Gotta admit though, I don't expect to generate much interest with it, excluding scholarly."

[Twinwolf]

Luna gives a raised eyebrow. It was a scruffy book, but then she was still in school and hadn't quite figured out how to create a spell from scratch.

"Didn't even graduate and you managed to make a spell? I'm sure that'll get some attention." Luna assures her friend. She pauses a moment, before posing another question. "So, what brings you back to Hub?"

[Swordstar]

"They're beautiful things, aren't they? Magical wonders that lead us to other worlds... They have long connected our worlds and yet here they are simply open to whoever, a testament to the glory of this place. Though I suppose there also remains a shrine to the shame of this world as well..."

The slim man made a small gesture towards the empty arch in the circle, the only one not shimmering with a magical light. It wasn't exactly clear if he was talking to someone specific or if he was just musing out loud, but certainly anyone near the fountain would be able to overhear him.

[Sirus]

: "They are indeed beautiful. A relic of an older, wiser age. Would that we could recover the secret to activate Gates; perhaps then we would be able to reclaim Cor." The mage extended a hand to the monologing stranger. "Lukas Thermopylae. Mage's Academy."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"I doubt it, it's kind of rudimentary. Still useful, but... Eh, it's kind of hard to explain without making it sound worthless. I'll show you sometime. As for why I'm back, I'm mostly just in the market for supplies. Wasn't planning on staying too long. But since we're both here, I'd like to catch up, if you're not too busy."

It was at this point that the stranger speaking aloud caught Burhardt's attention. The mage cast his gaze upon the gate that had once led to Cor, and he grimaced slightly.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The talk of Gates- a term Branwen hadn't known until recently, though she knew full well of the things the word referred to- also draws her attention towards their admirer. She starts paying closer attention to them.