CORTOSI COAST
Lumen
As a rule Aecmald did not interact with many of his fellow students. Not past your usual 'hello's', 'goodbyes' and 'what is going to be on the test next week'? It seemed... counter-productive when any one of them could become your rival at a moment's notice. While the days of throat-cutting and deadly duels fought in the moonlight were over come the revolution? Aec wasn't sure it would last.
Competition was the way to proper strength and achievement.
You couldn't suddenly convince a teenager otherwise when he had been raised with that idea from the moment they took him away from his parents.
But the teachers had different ideas. They noticed with their little greasy fingers and even greasier eyes that Aec did not consort often with the other students. Perhaps that was why they assigned him to a new mission together with another student. Lumen. He had seen her, of course. A bright-faced blondie who was too nosey for her own good.
The stories down the halls about her kicking the shit out of bullies and otherwise intervening into matters that weren't her concerns were abound plenty.
This was exactly the last person Aec wanted to be around.
But apparently Vel Anir had caught side of a smuggling operation. Cortosi pirates that were smuggling magical objects out of the continent. To where? Rumors spoke of Nordenfiir reavers paying high prices for as many magical artifacts as possible. Some said they were preparing for another murderous expedition and needed as many sharp edges as possible.
This was not for Aec to determine.
No, their mission was boring and simple. Sit on this marked hill that had a good view of the shipping lanes off the Cortosi coast and mark any suspicious activity there was.
This was exactly why Aec suspected the mission was either not real or came secondary to the real purpose.
Having them chat with one another for reasons unknown.
Aec found that to be a bit patronizing.
"Have you seen anything yet?" He asked over the edge of his book. They were swapping turns, because both staring at the same horizon for hours at a time would be even more dreadful yet. "Besides the shape of a new wave, of course."
Lumen
As a rule Aecmald did not interact with many of his fellow students. Not past your usual 'hello's', 'goodbyes' and 'what is going to be on the test next week'? It seemed... counter-productive when any one of them could become your rival at a moment's notice. While the days of throat-cutting and deadly duels fought in the moonlight were over come the revolution? Aec wasn't sure it would last.
Competition was the way to proper strength and achievement.
You couldn't suddenly convince a teenager otherwise when he had been raised with that idea from the moment they took him away from his parents.
But the teachers had different ideas. They noticed with their little greasy fingers and even greasier eyes that Aec did not consort often with the other students. Perhaps that was why they assigned him to a new mission together with another student. Lumen. He had seen her, of course. A bright-faced blondie who was too nosey for her own good.
The stories down the halls about her kicking the shit out of bullies and otherwise intervening into matters that weren't her concerns were abound plenty.
This was exactly the last person Aec wanted to be around.
But apparently Vel Anir had caught side of a smuggling operation. Cortosi pirates that were smuggling magical objects out of the continent. To where? Rumors spoke of Nordenfiir reavers paying high prices for as many magical artifacts as possible. Some said they were preparing for another murderous expedition and needed as many sharp edges as possible.
This was not for Aec to determine.
No, their mission was boring and simple. Sit on this marked hill that had a good view of the shipping lanes off the Cortosi coast and mark any suspicious activity there was.
This was exactly why Aec suspected the mission was either not real or came secondary to the real purpose.
Having them chat with one another for reasons unknown.
Aec found that to be a bit patronizing.
"Have you seen anything yet?" He asked over the edge of his book. They were swapping turns, because both staring at the same horizon for hours at a time would be even more dreadful yet. "Besides the shape of a new wave, of course."
