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West of Vel Anir, heading towards the ruins of Valen...
Cirqa 369
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The sun stood high in the air, beading down on the caravan with little hope for reprieve. A dry wind swept perpendicular to their path, forcing those few outside the three carriage sleds to have tightly wound shemaghs to assure they didn’t breath in too much dust. Those few within were given at least the smallest amount of salvation from the elements, able to do much without the overwhelming urge to cough at the meer inhale; through to what degree was no longer a great deal, as the few weeks they’d spent traversing the dry environment had proven harsh, forcing many to regret their decision to ever come on the expedition, and many others to actually turn back.
Each on the expedition had been hired specifically by the infamous Agron Salim, The Plague Doctor of Elbion, to search the ruins of Valen and discover the reason for the massive disappearance of life. A task given to him by the a Maester of the Fifth Order, and standing member of The Merchants Council, Eimur Emisol, a widely known mage of aggrandized reputation, mostly for his eccentric practices and fringe magic theories. Still, the mission had been given a goal, and Agron used all he had to hire the outright best he could for the expedition; knowing that with unknown dangers, and an unknown endgame, it would be far better to be safe than sorry.
Those who had been hired knew all this, set out in a caravan through the harsh climates to the west of Vel Anir for the sake of discovery; with the mild promise of riches. Few had travelled to the city since its disappearance, as innumerable rumors had sprung that the ruins were haunted, that the god’s had forsaken whatever sins had taken place and left nothing but hell in its wake, even that it stood now as a mausoleum to mankind’s impudence, that all of this is a sign of what is to come. All of these things the well versed among them knew, but the truth was that nobody had truly attempted to reach the location in many years.
No notable caravans at least.
Each group had been separated accordingly, with three carriages carrying a total of eight a piece in relatively tight quarters, each horse drawn and slowly making it through the canyons of Valen’s surroundings. They were still an hour from the city, so as anxiety began to fill in the many a few began to speak, do whatever it was they could to pass the time that much faster. Time would only tell if the connections they made today would last.
Each on the expedition had been hired specifically by the infamous Agron Salim, The Plague Doctor of Elbion, to search the ruins of Valen and discover the reason for the massive disappearance of life. A task given to him by the a Maester of the Fifth Order, and standing member of The Merchants Council, Eimur Emisol, a widely known mage of aggrandized reputation, mostly for his eccentric practices and fringe magic theories. Still, the mission had been given a goal, and Agron used all he had to hire the outright best he could for the expedition; knowing that with unknown dangers, and an unknown endgame, it would be far better to be safe than sorry.
Those who had been hired knew all this, set out in a caravan through the harsh climates to the west of Vel Anir for the sake of discovery; with the mild promise of riches. Few had travelled to the city since its disappearance, as innumerable rumors had sprung that the ruins were haunted, that the god’s had forsaken whatever sins had taken place and left nothing but hell in its wake, even that it stood now as a mausoleum to mankind’s impudence, that all of this is a sign of what is to come. All of these things the well versed among them knew, but the truth was that nobody had truly attempted to reach the location in many years.
No notable caravans at least.
Each group had been separated accordingly, with three carriages carrying a total of eight a piece in relatively tight quarters, each horse drawn and slowly making it through the canyons of Valen’s surroundings. They were still an hour from the city, so as anxiety began to fill in the many a few began to speak, do whatever it was they could to pass the time that much faster. Time would only tell if the connections they made today would last.