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- Feb 17, 2012
The city of Rekora Tu Ora. The thriving Capital city of the elven kingdom. The city seems to be made of mostly white marble and precious stones. The streets are bustling with people going about their business and children are running around carefree. The temple bells ring, giving the time and the air seems charged with music as bands play.
This week is the grand festival of the Solar Eclipse. A time when souls of the dead rise to the heavens. Mages from the guild poured in from the academies and towers to show off their skills and entertain the masses. The city was alive with energy and excitement...except in one part of the slums. The slums were dark and dank, poverty ran rampant and those lucky enough to catch a break had to defend that luck or they'd end up face down in a gutter. these streets weren't patrolled very often, except by one, single guard who, new to the force of course, decided to try and make a name for himself by cleaning up the slums. His name was Halthior. A master mage and only 18 years old, the boy wore only light blue armor that was mostly leather and a black hood to cover his face. His weapons of choice were a longsword and a staff, both of which were strapped to his back. The slums were oddly empty today, which scared him.
This week is the grand festival of the Solar Eclipse. A time when souls of the dead rise to the heavens. Mages from the guild poured in from the academies and towers to show off their skills and entertain the masses. The city was alive with energy and excitement...except in one part of the slums. The slums were dark and dank, poverty ran rampant and those lucky enough to catch a break had to defend that luck or they'd end up face down in a gutter. these streets weren't patrolled very often, except by one, single guard who, new to the force of course, decided to try and make a name for himself by cleaning up the slums. His name was Halthior. A master mage and only 18 years old, the boy wore only light blue armor that was mostly leather and a black hood to cover his face. His weapons of choice were a longsword and a staff, both of which were strapped to his back. The slums were oddly empty today, which scared him.