Rags and a thick tattered cloak shook in the wind of the Aberresai Savanah, the wearer traversing the near endless swaths of yellow tinted grass. A staff tapped the ground along with the figure's walk, the motion methodical and practiced and the design gilded and masterfully made, as they...
The sky was clear and blue, stretching all the way to the choppy horizon that was the sea. The air smelled of salt and slightly of sewage, but the latter was easily ignored. Several ships had made port today, and shouts from the crew unloading goods were called over the crash of the waves...
The forest was always something calming to Magnan. Endless stretches of green, silent and yet loud at the same time, but most importantly... peaceful. Well, as peaceful as something can get when you're clad in a titanic suit of armour. Listening to the cracking and snapping of dried leaves and...
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