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January 23, 2018

Story: Magi (Part 1)

by silencedsilvertongue

I was bursting with excitement. The thrill of the day was buzzing about the forum of the main city of my region. The Farms are a peaceful and beautiful place to live. Sadly the only adventure you get is when you break the neighbors fence to let his cows run free over the pasture. The sea was to the west and every night the sun sank down low to kiss it before filling the sky with the most beautiful sunset in all of the five kingdoms.

The most populated place in the region was the main city of Rose Peak. It set on top a mountain from there the early settlers of The Farms survived the floods. Legend has it that back then the mountain was so cold that the farmers food would stay fresh for seven weeks. The farmers traded what little crops and belongings they had to keep their families fed. But the most spectacular thing to be seen for those seven weeks was The White Rose that grew at the highest point of the mountain. It is too cold for anything to grow this high up and way too cold for roses and yet legend has it that the old church was built to keep people from taking the rose. And since this was the first place that the region came together as a whole it became the main trading post and eventually the main city.

Even though this city has such lively and interesting founding, it is mostly just a trading center for crops and tools. On the whole mountain, that we generously call a city, there is only one book store and three food courts. On any given day you are just as likely to die of boredom as you are Green Grass Fever.

But today is different. Today the whole city is like an agitated bee hive. Every street is full of guys sweeting in their festive best and women looking charmed in theirs. The annual flooding festival was here. Years ago today the settlers of The Farms climbed the mountain to avoid the incoming flood.

The desperate struggle to survive stopped when The Farms became the main source of food for the kingdom and was exporting to two others just to be able to get by the weeks of flooding. Our beloved king, who died in a fire, wanted to build a wall to stop the flooding. Instead wizards from Qualis Rex placed an enchantment on the sea wall, so now the more crops that grow in The Farms the higher the sea wall will rise. Most of the farmers are too scared and sceptical of magic to go see the flood that should destroy their homes beat helplessly against the magic barrier, so they gather together in the main city to honor and celebrate their past. Mostly by getting drunk and having parties. The celebrities are to spend time together however the crowd sees fit, which means the men dress in the most expensive clothes they can find and the women dress in as little as possible. Luckily we are on a freezing mountain so everyone is still pretty well covered.

But none of this is why I am excited for today. Today I turn 18 which means I can finally sign up for a guild, and it just so happens that the guilds that operate from outside the local region, so the non-farm guilds, only stop by today. My parents of course want me to join a farm guild but I refuse to live my life in the boring green hills between the mountains and the sea. So I will sign up with the guild that will take me beyond the mountain to see the world.

Not just any guild, there are many. Masonry, business, mercenary, of course the farm guilds, transport agents, and even some underworld guilds like the assassin guild, the thieves guild, the con guild, but they don’t advertise and you have to find them in some back alley somewhere. But I am going to join a magic guild.

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