Elias Bishop Knight of the Aurora “Timbermere station, end of the line,” The train conductor called at the top of his lungs, “Everybody off!” Elias shouldered his now well-worn blue duffel bag just as the train gave off another hiss from the steam escaping its engine. There weren’t many passengers this far down the line. He didn’t really stand out from the other practical travellers, not while wearing forest green pants, a blue sweater, and a dark grey overcoat. There were only five people in his passenger coach built for fifty. One businessman in all black, an overcompensating wizard with his staff and pointy hat. There was an old couple thickly dressed in sweaters and flannel, most likely returning home from a visit with their kids, and an salt-stained fisherman who thankfully had kept his raincoat packed away. The rest of the station wasn’t any more packed. Elias only counted a few dozen other travellers in the other cars and barely half that in laborers unloading the cargo cars loaded with shipments of whatever the town lacked. Which seemed to be everything except timber, wool, and fish. That’s what they were loading on. Timbermere station itself wasn’t any less grand. Aside from the few booths and a gate - really more of a formality than a necessity - the building represented an upside-down ship’s hull roughly hewn from the local wood. Yet the place retained a simple elegance that put Elias’ mind at ease every time he took a breath. Yes, Timbermere was a quiet little town with quiet little people all neatly tucked away from the hustle and bustle of greater Fiore. Even being at the end of the line made it almost the perfect little hideaway. The place struck Elias as a nice place to retire. Maybe take up fishing as a hobby or just build a house along their rocky beaches. He wasn’t old enough for that, no. Elias was there to find a guild. --------- Aurora. He’d heard about it in rumors, a new guild in the peaks of Timbermere valley. Elias didn’t know about a word that conveyed mild surprise and disappointment, but that is exactly what Elias felt when he learned that there were no paths leading up the mountains of Timbermere valley. Nor did any one person in the town’s handful of family shops know where a guild might be. All he had to work off of now were rumors. Thankfully, Elias was a wizard. He approached the base of a the mountain and whispered a word. Pale blue light coalesced around his shoulders and wafted to the ground, leaving behind a simple fur-lined coat. The cloak of the tundra. His body felt lighter, faster. A simple mental command and a small pillar of ice stretched from the side of the mountain and lifted him into the air. Same with the next step. Each pillar collapsed into shards as Elias’ foot left it as he slowly walked upwards to the peak of the world. WORD COUNT: 0000 | 0000 |
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