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Meteora, near Southern Cortosi Coast before Cortosi Troll Territory

Before water became brackish and mountains melted into marsh, there was Meteora. Nearly two dozen miles from the coast, the climate continued it's cool and mild temperatures even through summer. The marsh could be seen in the distance on top one of the jagged mountains, it's deep gray and green hue peeking out from the spruce and bleached rocks. Pockets of red from the tiled roofs, a tradition of Cortos, led down the steep winding road the initiates had just trekked up.
Looking below, cool breeze rustling the branches above her head, Initiate Runa Eidolon thought that this must be the highest up she had ever been. Where they had started the climb was now no more than the size of a thumbtack. The road with all it's sharp curves and steady ascent reminded her of her sister's white ribbon that had never been as white as when she had first gotten it.
Just as Roo turned to enter the house belonging to the Obanese explorer, researcher and poet, Stelian Hale, she noticed the white and red bell tower. The bronze bell was a bright orange like steel that was just pulled from the hottest of fires. It competed with the setting sun, so gloriously burning and orange, that her eyes couldn't look away. It tolled, ringing out throughout Meteora eighteen times. Birds were frightened and flew from one tree another, breaking Runa's concentration.
Dark eyes followed the brightly colored birds, unsure if they were rollers or bee-eaters. When they landed on a set of spruce, copacetic to square shrubbery and white stone, Runa could see the makings of another home-- mostly hidden, but there was a window and if she angled her head more to one side she could see a corner of red tile that she had missed the first time.
"You must be the help Master Hale hired." Roo pivoted, spinning to see the maid that had snuck up on her. "He is inside." The maid turned, long skirts barely sweeping against the stone staircase that led up to the manor. Her heels clicked against each step as she hurried up them, prompting Runa to chase after her. When the large yet simple red door opened, shouting could be heard echoing through the halls. Others that were dressed in the same fashion as the maid hurried up and down the stairs, carrying priceless discoveries in their arms.
More than one maid had a broom in her hand. Clattering and shattering mingled with the sharp heel-clicks and constant roar of masculine anger in a cacophony that made Runa want to step outside.
"As you can hear, that bell tower antagonizes Master Hale every hour, day and night. Provost Corbett has done it on purpose, using our taxes to build it instead of fixing the road or digging another well."

Before water became brackish and mountains melted into marsh, there was Meteora. Nearly two dozen miles from the coast, the climate continued it's cool and mild temperatures even through summer. The marsh could be seen in the distance on top one of the jagged mountains, it's deep gray and green hue peeking out from the spruce and bleached rocks. Pockets of red from the tiled roofs, a tradition of Cortos, led down the steep winding road the initiates had just trekked up.
Looking below, cool breeze rustling the branches above her head, Initiate Runa Eidolon thought that this must be the highest up she had ever been. Where they had started the climb was now no more than the size of a thumbtack. The road with all it's sharp curves and steady ascent reminded her of her sister's white ribbon that had never been as white as when she had first gotten it.
Just as Roo turned to enter the house belonging to the Obanese explorer, researcher and poet, Stelian Hale, she noticed the white and red bell tower. The bronze bell was a bright orange like steel that was just pulled from the hottest of fires. It competed with the setting sun, so gloriously burning and orange, that her eyes couldn't look away. It tolled, ringing out throughout Meteora eighteen times. Birds were frightened and flew from one tree another, breaking Runa's concentration.
Dark eyes followed the brightly colored birds, unsure if they were rollers or bee-eaters. When they landed on a set of spruce, copacetic to square shrubbery and white stone, Runa could see the makings of another home-- mostly hidden, but there was a window and if she angled her head more to one side she could see a corner of red tile that she had missed the first time.
"You must be the help Master Hale hired." Roo pivoted, spinning to see the maid that had snuck up on her. "He is inside." The maid turned, long skirts barely sweeping against the stone staircase that led up to the manor. Her heels clicked against each step as she hurried up them, prompting Runa to chase after her. When the large yet simple red door opened, shouting could be heard echoing through the halls. Others that were dressed in the same fashion as the maid hurried up and down the stairs, carrying priceless discoveries in their arms.
More than one maid had a broom in her hand. Clattering and shattering mingled with the sharp heel-clicks and constant roar of masculine anger in a cacophony that made Runa want to step outside.
"As you can hear, that bell tower antagonizes Master Hale every hour, day and night. Provost Corbett has done it on purpose, using our taxes to build it instead of fixing the road or digging another well."