LazyDaze
Elder Member
~ALTER ONE~
Flight
Flight
This world……is full of dreams. Shallow, grandiose, insignificant, and world shifting. Essentially, all dreams are the same; immaterial. If one could dream endlessly…what a world that would be eh? How long it would take for you to eventually long for reality after tasting how shallow hopes are when surreal. How long until you long for pain, disappointment, something real. As long as it's unattainable, as long as this dream remains immaterial it will forever be beautiful as it fosters hope and wonder until you attain it. After all, the sea is the catalyst of romance until it swallows the beating hearts of the brave and their untold stories for eternity…
For many, the people of Altair have made the best they could out of a hellscape and called it home. Look no further than Xelania, the snow grave city, the capital of Ladora. Today, many would rest their swords and iron clad determination. Even the usual falling snow ceased its cascade for a day and allowed a serene blue to span as far as the eye could see. After all, today was a day of celebration and the natural forces seemingly acknowledged it as such. A celebration of their origins, their fortitude and the collective will that had quickly defined each and every person who proudly called themselves a Ladorian. The person they now acknowledge as the first King, General Jacob Craft set the path of modern day Ladora when he led a rebellion against the royal bloodline and their dysfunction. Ever since then, Ladora was ruled through the military; however, it was not oppression…at least in their eyes…they were united in a single cause. A bit of irony resting to celebrate bloodshed, but who would be the one to tell them they were wrong.
. D O V E Songstress AI10100
~Meanwhile~
The smell of new beginnings was carried by the crosswinds of destiny and fate as was often the case near the Gull’s Coast. Uncreative sure, but properly named for the coastal hub within Fortune Harbor for those seeking to start their journey and make a name for themselves. Everyone here believes they will become a legend with time and opprotunity, fortune favors fools as the saying goes. Just as the name implies, this was a place for the fledglings to take their flight for better or worse, be they merchant, adventurer, or even a pirate of all things. No one knew that better than the peculiar man sitting in a corner away from the rambunctious adventurers and clients. However, he did not go unnoticed by many...he couldn't, not with that mask of his. The mysterious man, sat alone at a chipped wooden table holding on to a a fairly hefty bag of money as if is life depended on it. It wasn't out of fear of it being stolen...but he appeared to have the demeanor of a man willing to gamble his soul to a devil. He would occasionally glance at his surroundings, peering through his iron mask, before fixating on the bag once more. With it, carried the dreams of everyone who counted on him to deliver the proof of their will…hopefully they could get the help they needed from unlikely heroes…birds wanting to take flight...ADVENTURERS/HELP WANTED!
And then…..
And then…..
But as I said...the story of life itself is eternal even unto its end. Impossible it is to encapsulate the pages written and rendered by higher powers. Stories written, forgotten, and deleted. Increasing tremors in Eastern Altair (Ark, Accel, Nybithia), an infamous pirate paying a visit to Arco Grier after years of exile, even by the black hats, sightings of a new aquatic species off the coasts of Vrae Syx as well as Ark while the Azura grow aggressive due to land dwellers encroaching their hunting grounds, a bar hopping story teller with tall tells for anyone who is willing to listen, tells of a moving mountain, and a man...entering Ryze claiming that his death will mean the end of the world....who knows what stories lie in wait. Who's to say your life is insignificant. As futile as it may be we flock to our hopes and dreams, knowing deep down we wish they remain just outside our grasp. When will you take flight…to which destiny will you migrate. What awaits you at the end?
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